My Little Brother's Room
I was a little small for a 13-year-old. I was the size of my 6-year-old
brother who was still in diapers. My mom and brother were going to the
store one day and wouldn't be back for another two hours, so I thought
this would be the perfect chance for me to try on some of his diapers.
Once my mom left I snuck into my little brother's room and closed the
door behind me. I quietly took off my pants and underwear and looked
through my brother's drawers. I finally saw a VERY thick diaper in the
back. I quickly lay down and got some baby powder and oil. I put the
diaper under me (It felt sooooo good.) rubbed my balls and got an
erection. I put on some oil and then some powder and pulled the diaper
up and taped it. I looked through his closet and found his old footed
dinosaur sleeper. I put it on and zipped in on from the back. I went
through his diaper bag and found a bottle of milk. I climbed in his
crib and locked up the bars. I lay on my back and drank my milk. In
five minutes I had to pee. I thought since I could change the diaper I
could go to the bathroom in it. So I relaxed and a flood of pee went
into my diaper.
When I was done with my milk I had to go poop. So I thought, Well, I
better not poop because I don't want to clean it up. So I tried to
unlock the crib's bar. It wouldn't open. I tried to climb down from it
but it was too high. Not a moment later and big poo landed in my
diaper. It squished around in between my legs, all over my butt. It was
disgusting. I started to cry. In fact I cried myself to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of my mother saying, "Looks like Timmy isn't the
only one in this family who needs diapers. It smells like someone had
an accident." Mom walked over to the crib and looked at me. She
unlocked the crib picked me up and set me on the floor.
"James, I forgot to tell you Timmy is potty trained now so he doesn't
need diapers, but I bought extra just in case, and he was going to stay
in your room; looks like he can have your room, and you stay in here."
she explained.
I stared to yell, "NO! I don't need to wear diapers, I'm a big boy!"
"Doesn't look like you're a big boy." She was right. I was wearing a
poopy and wet diaper, whining like a 2 year old, wearing a footed
sleeper, and drinking milk out of a bottle.
"Now, let's get that diaper changed." She picked me up and laid me on
the changing table. She took off my sleeper and undid my tapes.
"Wow! You sure did have a lot of poopy," she cooed. She wiped me clean
and put another thick diaper on me.
"Why are you putting a new diaper on me?" I asked.
"Because, you are now my baby boy." She put me back in my sleeper and
picked me up and put me over her shoulder. We walked to the kitchen and
she got me another bottle of milk. This time she fed it to me. I
couldn't believe it, I was now a baby. I was daydreaming of how Jessica
Simpson would be changing my diaper when I was brought back to the real
world by my mother checking my diaper.
"Honey, you wet a little bit, don't worry, we're going to keep it on."
It was now 7:00 and dinner time. Mom took out Timmy's old high chair
and snapped me in. Timmy laughed as my mom made the mashed carrots roll
down my chin. When we finished she took me to the bathroom. As she ran
the bathwater she told me how she was now going to keep me in diapers
as a punishment of going into my brother's room. When she shut off the
water and took my sleeper off me, and my diaper, I was expecting her to
leave.
"Uh, mom can you leave?"
"Oh no, baby, I have to supervise you." She then took of her top set me
in the tub, and took of the rest of her clothes. Then she got in the
tub with me. She washed my hair, penis, balls, and everything else.
When we were done she dried her self off, then me, took the sleeper and
wrapped me in a towel and took us to my new room. She laid me on the
floor, rediapered me, and put the sleeper back on. She laid me down in
the crib, read me a story, and kissed me goodnight. Over the night I
peed and pooped my diaper and was waiting for mom to change it the next
day.
brother who was still in diapers. My mom and brother were going to the
store one day and wouldn't be back for another two hours, so I thought
this would be the perfect chance for me to try on some of his diapers.
Once my mom left I snuck into my little brother's room and closed the
door behind me. I quietly took off my pants and underwear and looked
through my brother's drawers. I finally saw a VERY thick diaper in the
back. I quickly lay down and got some baby powder and oil. I put the
diaper under me (It felt sooooo good.) rubbed my balls and got an
erection. I put on some oil and then some powder and pulled the diaper
up and taped it. I looked through his closet and found his old footed
dinosaur sleeper. I put it on and zipped in on from the back. I went
through his diaper bag and found a bottle of milk. I climbed in his
crib and locked up the bars. I lay on my back and drank my milk. In
five minutes I had to pee. I thought since I could change the diaper I
could go to the bathroom in it. So I relaxed and a flood of pee went
into my diaper.
When I was done with my milk I had to go poop. So I thought, Well, I
better not poop because I don't want to clean it up. So I tried to
unlock the crib's bar. It wouldn't open. I tried to climb down from it
but it was too high. Not a moment later and big poo landed in my
diaper. It squished around in between my legs, all over my butt. It was
disgusting. I started to cry. In fact I cried myself to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of my mother saying, "Looks like Timmy isn't the
only one in this family who needs diapers. It smells like someone had
an accident." Mom walked over to the crib and looked at me. She
unlocked the crib picked me up and set me on the floor.
"James, I forgot to tell you Timmy is potty trained now so he doesn't
need diapers, but I bought extra just in case, and he was going to stay
in your room; looks like he can have your room, and you stay in here."
she explained.
I stared to yell, "NO! I don't need to wear diapers, I'm a big boy!"
"Doesn't look like you're a big boy." She was right. I was wearing a
poopy and wet diaper, whining like a 2 year old, wearing a footed
sleeper, and drinking milk out of a bottle.
"Now, let's get that diaper changed." She picked me up and laid me on
the changing table. She took off my sleeper and undid my tapes.
"Wow! You sure did have a lot of poopy," she cooed. She wiped me clean
and put another thick diaper on me.
"Why are you putting a new diaper on me?" I asked.
"Because, you are now my baby boy." She put me back in my sleeper and
picked me up and put me over her shoulder. We walked to the kitchen and
she got me another bottle of milk. This time she fed it to me. I
couldn't believe it, I was now a baby. I was daydreaming of how Jessica
Simpson would be changing my diaper when I was brought back to the real
world by my mother checking my diaper.
"Honey, you wet a little bit, don't worry, we're going to keep it on."
It was now 7:00 and dinner time. Mom took out Timmy's old high chair
and snapped me in. Timmy laughed as my mom made the mashed carrots roll
down my chin. When we finished she took me to the bathroom. As she ran
the bathwater she told me how she was now going to keep me in diapers
as a punishment of going into my brother's room. When she shut off the
water and took my sleeper off me, and my diaper, I was expecting her to
leave.
"Uh, mom can you leave?"
"Oh no, baby, I have to supervise you." She then took of her top set me
in the tub, and took of the rest of her clothes. Then she got in the
tub with me. She washed my hair, penis, balls, and everything else.
When we were done she dried her self off, then me, took the sleeper and
wrapped me in a towel and took us to my new room. She laid me on the
floor, rediapered me, and put the sleeper back on. She laid me down in
the crib, read me a story, and kissed me goodnight. Over the night I
peed and pooped my diaper and was waiting for mom to change it the next
day.
