"I'll Have To Be More Careful..."


   The house was unusually quite when Steven Crawford got home from
school.  Steven was seven years old and in second grade.  Ordinarily
when he got home his mother and baby brother Billy would greet him.  His
two older sisters Connie and Jane were in high school and didn't come
home until later.  His father had died when Steven was five.

   He put his coat in his bedroom and decided to look around the house
and find everybody.  First he checked Billy's room and sure enough his
little brother was in his crib asleep.  Quietly slipping into the room
Steven tip-toed up to his brothers crib.  He really loved his two year
old brother and especially loved being in his nursery.  The room always
smelled like baby powder and many of Billy's toys and stuffed animals
were hand-me-downs from Steven's baby days.  Although he wouldn't admit
to it the smell of baby powder and watching his brother being diapered
by his mother always generated a strange feeling of longing in him that
he couldn't quite understand.

   Standing by the crib he watched his brother sleep.  The baby lay on
his tummy, his chubby legs tucked up beneath him and his cute little
diapered bottom sticking in the air.  Since it was a rather warm spring
day Billys mother had dressed him in just a cotton flannel diaper and
nothing else.  After a few moments Steven reached through the crib bars
and patted his brother on the bottom.  The diaper felt so nice and soft
that he began to gently rub his brothers fanny.  As he caressed the
soft cotton and smelled the baby powder that same old feeling of longing
came over him.  Suddenly Steven wondered how it would feel to actually
wear one of his baby brothers soft didies.  He giggled quietly to
himself as he imagined himself asleep in the crib wearing a babies
diaper.  The more he thought about it though, the more he wanted to put
on the soft flannel cloth.  With his heart pounding a mile a minute he
shut the nursery room door and hurried to his brothers changing table.
His fingers trembled as he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes,
and took off his jeans.  After removing his socks and underwear he was
completely naked.  Taking one of the diapers from the stack on the table
he stood there wondering how to fold it properly.  He had never really
paid any attention to how his mother had folded them to fit his brother
and he wasn't quite sure how to do it.  Finally he folded the 21 x 40
diaper in half and laid it on top of the table.  Jumping up on the table
he sat on the diaper and pulled the front half up between his legs.  Two
yellow diaper pins were clipped to the padding of the table and Steven
unclasped them to use.  Laying back he pulled the left half of the
diaper together and pinned it.  He pinned the other side and sat up to
admire his handiwork.  Unfortunately for him that was the minute that
his mother decided to walk into the room to check on Billy.

   His mother just stood there for a minute looking at him.

 "Steven Crawford what on earth are you doing?" she asked incredulously.

   Steven could only lower his head in shame, too embarrassed to answer.
His mother walked over to the changing table and frowned down at her
son.  "Steven, I want you to tell me why you are wearing one of your
brothers diapers!" she demanded.

   Her son turned beet red from head to toe.  "I....I just was
pretending I was a baby." he stammered finally.

   "Do you know how silly you look sitting there in nothing but a
diaper?" she asked.  Steven said nothing.

   "Well if you want to be a little baby again then I guess that mommy
should dress you properly." she said as she laid him sternly but gently
back on the table.  Steven began pleading with his mother as she quickly
unpinned his diaper and pulled it out from under him.  After ordering
him to turn over on his stomach she sprinkled his back and bottom with
sweet smelling talcum powder.  She rubbed it in and had him turn over on
his back so that she could powder his thighs and tummy.  All the while
she was cooing and talking baby talk to him and although he was very
embarrassed he loved the smell of the baby powder.

   "A big baby like you is going to need more than one didy for
protection." his mother said as she expertly folded three of the flannel
diapers together.  By this time Billy had awakened from his nap and was
standing in his crib watching his older brother being diapered.

   Lifting her son by his ankles Mrs. Crawford slid the diapers under
him and set him back down again.  When she pulled the soft material up
between his legs he noticed that this time there was much more of the
diaper bunched between his thighs.  As a matter of fact after the pins
were in place he could hardly put his legs together.

   "There now," his mother said.  "My new baby is dressed for the day.
Oops!  I almost forgot the babies panties!" She reached under the table
and pulled out a pair of toddler snap-on plastic baby pants.  Steven
didn't think that they were large enough to fit him but his mother
managed by leaving the leg snaps unfastened.

   Once he was dressed his mother said to him, "Since you want to be a
little baby again you must stay in diapers until I decide that you have
learned y our lesson.  That means that you will have to wet and dirty
yourself just like Billy does.  You must tell me when you need a diaper
change but if I catch you taking off your own diaper then you will get
the spanking of your life.  As far as I am concerned you are just a wee
little baby now and everyone will treat you as one."

   She picked him up and set him on the floor so that she could get
Billy changed and ready for the afternoon.  As Steven watched his baby
brother being changed he reached behind himself and squeezed his diaper
through his plastic pants.  He had to stand with his legs apart because
there was so much cotton between them now.  After Billy was dressed his
mother led them both out to the living room to watch television.
Although he rather enjoyed the soft and secure feeling that his diaper
gave him Steven really dreaded the time when he was going to have to wet
or mess in them.  As he walked he could feel the diaper rub between his
legs and against his bottom, his vinyl pants crackled slightly as he
walked.  Mrs. Crawford sat Billy in his play pen that was already set
up in the living room.  She took a large baby quilt and spread it out on
the floor for her older baby to play on.  After warning him not to get
off the quilt she left and returned shortly with some of Billys toys for
them to play with.  Steven really wasn't interested in his baby brothers
blocks and stuffed animals so he just lay down and watched T.V.  He
soon found that he couldn't lay on his side since he still couldn't
close his legs all the way.  The most comfortable position was on his
back with his knees spread apart and his legs out.  While his mother
busied herself in the kitchen Steven reached beneath the front of his
baby pants and began to rub the soft fabric of his diaper.  He had
recovered from the initial embarrassment of being put back into baby
clothes and was now rather enjoying his new role.

   After about an hour he heard the front door open and his sisters
voices.  When Connie and Jane walked into the room they they saw Steven
and burst into laughter.

   "Who is the new baby?" Connie asked her sister.

   "I don't know but he looks so precious, doesn't' he?" Jane replied.
Steven sat up and tried to cover himself with the quilt.

   "You girls shouldn't tease the new baby." their mother said as she
entered the room.

   "I caught Stevie in the nursery trying on one of Billys diapers" she
explained.  "He told me that he wanted to be a baby again so I thought
that we should let him.  You girls play with him while I fix dinner."

   "Well, I think that he makes a cute little baby." Connie said as she
pulled the quilt away and uncovered her brother.  Steven became red all
over again and suddenly realized that he had to pee very badly.  His
sisters knelt on the floor and talked baby talk to him while he tried to
keep from wetting himself.  When Jane began to tickle him he felt his
diaper become very warm between his legs.  He just couldn't hold it any
longer and finally just let go and soaked his diaper, feeling the warmth
grow and spread around his penis and fanny.  The relief he felt almost
made up for the humiliation of wetting himself in front of his sisters.


   "Mom," Jane yelled.  "I think that the new baby is wet and needs his
didies changed." Although he was wearing waterproof pants the leg snaps
were unfastened.  Soon he could feel a warm trickle rolling down his
leg.

   "Go ahead and change both of them Jane, I'm sure Billy could use dry
pants by now too." her mother called from the kitchen.  Jane and Connie
squealed with delight at the prospect of diapering Steven and ran to the
nursery to get their babies a change of clothes.

   Steven really didn't want his sisters to see him naked yet he really
wanted out of his wet and by then very uncomfortable diaper.  When the
girls came back they took the quilt and straightened it out on the
floor.  Connie picked up Billy from the play pen and laid him on the
blanket.  Jane had Steven lay on his back next to his baby brother.
While Connie changed Billy Jane unsnapped Steven's plastic pants and
pulled it out from under him.

   "What a precious little tyke you are." Connie said as she unpinned
her younger brothers soaking wet diaper.  Steven was dying of shame but
he was glad when his sister had removed the wet garment and dried him
off with a towel.

   After sprinkling him with fresh baby powder his sister smoothed it
into his skin.  Taking a toddler size disposable diaper she fanned it
out and slipped it beneath his bottom.  Pulling it up between his legs
she brought the edges together and taped them in place.  Steven noticed
that this diaper felt a little different from the cotton one.  It felt
lighter and not quite so bulky between his thighs.  It had a fresh scent
of its own and he could hear the waterproof outer cover crackle whenever
he moved.  Still it felt just as soft and was really comforting next to
his skin.

   "Mom, we are out of clean cotton didies so we put the kids in
disposable ones." Connie called.  "That's fine" her mother replied.
"Put their dirty things in the washer and we will do a load right now."
While Connie took care of the wet clothing Billy crawled over to his
older brother and began patting him on his diapered bottom saying in a
baby lisp, "Didie, Dideee!" Jane burst into giggles at this.

   Mrs. Crawford called her children into the kitchen for dinner and
much to Steven's surprise he was made to sit in Billys highchair.  While
his mother sat Billy on her lap Connie tied a pink plastic bib around
Steven's neck and set a baby bottle of milk before him on the highchair
tray.  Jane was assigned the job of spooning strained baby food into him
while her mother fed Billy.  His sister made sure that he ate every
spoonful of his dinner while she gave him encouragement by talking baby
talk to him in a sickeningly sweet voice.  Finally she picked up the
bottle and tried to make him suck from it.  At first he refused to open
his mouth but his sister held his nose so that he could not inhale.  At
last he gave in and opened his mouth to breath.  Quickly his sister
forced the nipple of the bottle into his mouth and held it for him.  His
mother warned him that he would not be allowed down from the highchair
unless he could finish all of his bottle in five minutes.  Sucking
hurriedly then Steven reflected upon the ridiculous sight that he must
present.  Sitting there in a highchair in nothing but a babies diaper
and bib while sucking furiously on a bottle of milk.  If it wasn't
happening to him he would probably be laughing his head off!  Soon the
bottle was empty and Jane wiped his face and hands clean.  His mother
was just cleaning up Billy and soon the highchair tray was removed and
he was allowed to get down.

   Jane led the two back into the living room and this time it was
Steven who had to stay in the play pen.  While Billy crawled and played
on the floor with his toys his older brother had to amuse himself with
blocks and teething rings and a stuffed Panda bear.  Every so often his
mother or one of his sisters would come up to him and feel the front of
his diaper or pat his padded bottom and ask if he needed to be changed.
After watching television for a few hours he began to realize that he
was very soon going to find out how it felt to dirty his diaper.  He was
determined not to mess his pants in front of his mother and sisters and
began to plead with his mother to be taken out of his baby clothes.  Of
course she would refuse and his sisters would giggle because they could
guess what prompted his desperate pleading.  He tried to hold his BM as
long as he could while the rest of the family calmly watched their TV
program.  Suddenly he stood up in the play pen and grasped the top rail
in a tight grip, struggling desperately to hold it in.  Steven figured
that he might as well get it over with and squatting slightly he relaxed
his control and felt the warm mess flow into the seat of his pants.  The
relief and shame that he felt brought tears to his eyes as the whole
family watched him dirty his diaper like a baby.  As the warm smelly
mess began to fill and weigh down his diaper he felt himself begin to
wet himself too.  His disposable diaper was no longer so sweet smelling,
nor did it feel so soft and secure.  as a matter of fact when he finally
finished wetting he felt the heavily loaded diaper start to slip down
from his hips.  He stood in his damp sagging diaper and pulled on his
seat trying to keep as much of the mess away from his skin as possible.
Now he knew why babies cried when they wanted to have their dirty pants
changed for he was in tears himself.  His mother wrinkled her nose and
said."By the smell of things I would say that one of our little ones has
a problem."

   Again the girls giggled and Steven hung his head in shame and said
nothing.

   "Mommy is not going to fix things until you tell her what's wrong."
she said to him.

   Steven after a short pause began to cry again and said in a voice
that was just barely audible.  "S....Stevie needs (sniff)....needs his
dirty diaper changed!"

   By this time his didy was leaking and the warm mess was trickling
down his legs.

   "Please mommy," he sobbed.  "please change me!!"

   His mother had Jane fill the bathtub as she untaped her oldest son
and wiped his dirty bottom with a clean washcloth.  Steven felt much
better as his mother picked him up and carried him naked into the
bathroom and placed him in the tub.  He wasn't used to having his mother
wash him but he was so happy to be out of his messy pants that he didn't
put up a fuss.  After a short while he was clean again and his mother
lifted him from the tub and rubbed him down with a soft terry towel.  As
he was being led back to the nursery he noticed Connie setting up the
play pen in his mother bedroom.  When he asked his mother about this she
explained that Billy was going to sleep in the play pen in her room and
Steven would sleep in the nursery.  She picked him up and laid him in
the crib telling him to lay quietly for a few minutes.  She left and
returned a few short minutes later with a freshly laundered stack of
cotton diapers.  Again he was powdered but this time both sisters came
in to watch as his mother diapered him.  The soft flannel was still warm
from the dryer and felt wonderful between his legs.  He decided that he
had gone through so much shame and humiliation that night that there was
no use feeling any more.  If he was going to have to wear baby diapers
then he might as well relax and enjoy them.

   His mother took the largest pair of plastic pants that she could find
and pulled them up over his diaper.  Although they did fit comfortably
they happened to be a pair of white rumba pants with pink ruffles left
over from one of the girls baby outfits.  His sisters went into
hysterics over this but Steven really didn't care anymore.  His mother
had Jane and Connie kiss the baby good night and sent them away and then
fixed him a warm baby bottle of cocoa.  This time he took the bottle
willingly and sucked contentedly as he lay on his back and looked up
at his mother.  His mother covered him with a soft baby blanket and said
"I hope tonight has been a lesson to you son, tomorrow you will get your
regular clothes back and I hope you have learned that being a baby is
not always so fun.  I still love you very much and I want you to be a
big boy, so no more playing with your baby brothers clothes, OK?" She
tucked the blanket around him and smiled.  "OK, mommy," he said around
the nipple of the bottle.  Leaning over she kissed him on the forehead
and tousled his hair.  The side of the crib was pulled up into place and
his mother turned off the light and left.

   Steven rolled over on his stomach and propped the bottle on the
pillow beside him so that he wouldn't have to hold it.  The warm milk
was making him very sleepy as he reflected on the events of the day.
Reaching behind him he ran his fingers through the ruffles on the seat
of his panties and thought:  Wearing diapers was nice just as long as no
one saw him.  His mother and sisters just couldn't understand.

   As he finally drifted off to sleep his last thoughts were....  I'll
just have to be more careful next time.


   THE END