Aunt Karen's Other Baby
It was a little past three am on a spring night. I
was ten years old and awoke like I had on many nights, lying
in a cold wet bed. I quietly tried to change my bedding, not
wanting to wake up my two year old cousin Joey. Soon,
however, he began to stir and finally called out for his
mom, aunt Karen. Aunt Karen soon entered our room with a
bottle for Joey, and asked 'need some help'. Together, we
remade my bed and after a quick visit to the bathroom, I was
back in bed. I watched as she changed Joey's wet diapers,
remembering the last time I had worn a diaper.
Before aunt Karen moved in with us a few months
earlier, I stayed at my grandmas, when mom needed an
overnight sitter. Grandma was usually watching a few of my
cousins anyway, so one more wasn't a problem. Grandma had
her own way of handling bedwetting kids, like me. She simply
diapered those at bedtime that might wet. I wasn't the only
one, but I was the oldest. It was always embarrassing to be
put in diapers in front of my cousins that were younger and
didn't need them. Even worse was sleeping in the same bed
with them, while wearing only a diaper. In spite of the
embarrassment, I found it much nicer waking up in wet
diapers as opposed to a wet bed.
Now that aunt Karen lived with us, I rarely stayed at
grandma's. Aunt Karen took care of things at home so mom
could work. She also took care of my bedwetting cleanup, and
never got upset with me when I woke up in the middle of the
night soaked. After while, I found myself wishing that she
would make me sleep in diapers. I watched with envy, as she
changed Joey after remaking my bed. By the time Joey had
finished his bottle, he usually had a load of poop in his
diapers. I would fall asleep to the smell of poopie diapers
and dream that I was the one wearing them.
After many nights like this, I was obsessed with the
thought of being in diapers. It wasn't long before I began
trying them on when I was home alone. I loved how babyish I
felt wearing diapers, and how naughty it was sneaking them.
Finally, one night, I was laying in bed trying to fall
asleep, and kept thinking about diapers. I couldn't resist
any longer, so I got out of bed and grabbed some diapers,
pins and plastic pants. Then I got back in bed and diapered
myself. I was both nervous and excited being in diapers with
everyone home. I played with myself through my diapers for
awhile, dreaming that I wore them all the time, until I came
in my diapers. Then, I drifted off to sleep.
About three am I awoke to aunt Karen changing Joey.
She just finished putting plastic pants over his fresh
diaper. Then she turned to me and asked if I had wet. Still
half asleep, I was unsure and slipped my hand under the
sheet to check. As my hand brushed across my plastic pants,
I remembered that I was in diapers. when I said I wasn't wet
she said good, get up and go potty, and pulled back my
covers. I had been caught, she stared for a second not
knowing what to say. Then she touched my diapers as if to
convince herself that I was really in diapers. Then she
asked if this was my idea, and I said yes. She thought for a
second and said that it was probably a good idea. Then she
slipped her hand inside of my plastic pants and said you're
soaked. I said I am, and she said you didn't notice? I
nodded no and she said is it better then waking up in a wet
bed. I said yes, much better. Then to my complete surprise
and delight, She began to change my diapers. She told me
that she would talk to mom and see if I could wear diapers
to bed if I wanted. I couldn't say yes fast enough. Soon I
was in fresh diapers and plastic pants and she said good
night.
The next day, I awoke in a dry diaper. I had to feel
it a few times to make sure it had not been a dream. Then I
felt the need to go pee, and relaxed my bladder letting go
in my diapers. Soon I began playing with myself through my
diapers until I came in them. Then I got out of bed and
slipped out of my wet diapers, and put them in the diaper
pale.
Later that day, aunt Karen talked to mom and mom
called me in to discuss it. She said aunt Karen had told her
that I had been secretly sleeping in diapers because of my
bedwetting. I admitted that I had and she said you should
have told me about this. I would have let you sleep in
diapers along time ago if I knew you wanted to. I said I was
embarrassed to talk about it. She said if that was what I
wanted to do, then it was okay with her.
All day long I looked forward to bedtime and being
put in diapers. When the time finally arrived, aunt Karen
told mom that she didn't mind helping me get diapered, since
she was used to diapering Joey anyway. I laid on my bed and
got diapered right after Joey and aunt Karen then made me go
say goodnight to mom. She giggled when she saw me and gave
me a hug and a pat on my diaper. Then I went to bed, like a
big baby.
Over the next few weeks everyone got used to me
wearing diapers at night again. Aunt Karen it seemed could
tell just how much I loved being in diapers. She seemed to
get a kick out of diapering me too! By now, we had a regular
routine. I took a bath an hour before bedtime and once I was
finished she diapered me for bed. This left me with about 45
minutes till bedtime to romp around the house wearing
nothing but a diaper.
After the first month of being a bedtime baby, I was
completely addicted to wearing diapers and knew then that I
would never want to stop. I even wore them during the day
whenever I could get away with it. The only thing that I
still just fantasized about was going poop in my diapers.
Each morning, I awoke to the smell of Joey's poopie diapers
and could only imagine what it would feel like. The whole
idea made me hot, and I played with myself as I fantasized.
It wasn't long before I got too live out my fantasy. I
wasn't feeling well one morning when I woke up and Aunt
Karen decided that I needed rest. She said she wanted me to
lay down and take it easy till I felt better. I asked if I
could lay down in the living room and watch TV, and she said
okay. I went to the living room and she brought my pillow
and blanket. Then she said 'you need to get out of those wet
diapers'. I said 'what if I fall asleep and have an
accident?', and she said don't worry, Aunt Karen is gonna
keep her big baby in diapers all day. With that said, she
retrieved some fresh diapers and changed me on the floor in
the living room.
I loved being babied and she could tell, she said '
now you lay down and rest, and Aunt Karen will take care of
you. ' I asked ' what if I gotta go to the bathroom ? ' She
said 'that's what your diapers are for silly'. That's what I
wanted to hear, I had needed to go poop since I woke up. I
waited awhile till she was doing things around the house
then my big moment arrived. I rolled over on my tummy and
pushed a little, and soon I felt my poop pushing its way in
to my diapers. I was in heaven as I laid there like a baby
filling my diapers with poop. I couldn't believe how great
it felt going poop in my diaper, and acting like a two year
old. I couldn't wait for Aunt Karen to notice what I had
done.
When she came by after a while she noticed the smell,
and had a big smile on her face. she took a quick peek in
the back of my diaper and said ' you are such a baby' then
went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle for me. I
gladly accepted it and started nursing it, while she again
examined my mess. She said , I'd better wait awhile just in
case you're not done. I remained in my poopie diapers until
lunch time when Aunt Karen changed me, carefully cleaning my
messy behind like a babies.
While she changed me, Aunt Karen told me that she
thought it was cute that I enjoyed being a big baby, but
recommended that I not try this (pooping) around mom. She
said that it would also be a good idea if I appeared sick
still when mom got home since I was wearing a diaper in the
middle of the day. I took her advice and pretended to be
asleep when mom got home while Aunt Karen explained that I
had been sick and resting all day. Mom said 'he sure seems
comfortable with being in diapers'. Aunt Karen agreed.
That night at bed time Aunt Karen seemed to sense what
was to come. She diapered me for bed, this time applying
Vaseline to my bottom, and baby powder. She also sneaked me
a baby bottle of milk and said good night. After about ten
minutes I began pooping in my diapers as I nursed my bottle.
Then I began masturbating in my messy diapers.
When morning came Aunt Karen found her other big baby
with a rather large load in his pee soaked diapers. She felt
the bulge and then smooshed in down with her hand, Making my
mess even messier.