As time passed my father got sicker and sicker and that required more of my mothers time. At about this time I noticed a baby shop in the district where I lived. I could walk past it any time I wanted to on my way to school with just a little detour. During the summer months I would often rid my bike and I always stopped there and looked in the window. The store carried upscale baby clothes and featured diapering supplies. There was a sign in the window that said “We stock cloth diapers for all sizes of babies.” In the front window there was a display of Curity stretch weave cloth diapers in regular and pre fold styles. There was also a display of baby pants that they carried including the Angel Wear and Aqua Seal form fit, supper size baby pants. Also, they had Kleinert’s nylon dura seal baby pants in sizes infant / toddler 35lbs and up. But what I liked the best were the Aqua Seal supper sized baby pants in frosty white made by Beauty. They looked the softest of the bunch. They also had Playtex rumba pants and Gerber toddler sized ones too. I would stand at the window and try to read all the information written on the packages. The sales lady always waived to me when she saw me and I would waive back and then leave out of fear that she might come out and talk to me. After a while the window was changed and it then featured a life sized, extra large toddler boy dressed in white cloth diapers, pinned on with blue and pink headed diaper pins, and light frosty white semi transparent supper sized waterproof Aqua Seal baby pants. I think the sales lady did it for me, but I can’t be sure! I would now plan for extra time to stand at the window and gaze at everything I wanted, but could not have. A few times’ I saw older kids going into and out of the shop with their mothers. I couldn’t tell if they were diapered but they looked a little bulged out in there pants when they left.

It was about this time in the spring I met this older boy in the park at the sandbox. He acted like some one younger than me. We played in the sand, he was in charge of the road network while I was in charge of building the gas stations and bridges. We had all kinds of Dinky Toys. While he was seated in the sand with his legs wide open, I noticed that he was wearing plastic baby pants over a thick diaper. I could see the glossy vinyl pants up the leg hole of his shorts when he was facing me. He didn’t say any thing about his condition and I didn’t ask. Sometimes he would just pause what he was doing and then continue moments latter. I wondered if he was wetting the diaper he had on. After a while, the sand we were playing in would begin to stick to his thighs around the elastic leg gathers of his plastic pants. He was the biggest and oldest kid that I had ever seen still in diapers. Then this girl, his sister Jane, showed up and took his arm saying his mother wanted him to go home for a while and that he could return latter, but he had to go now. In about thirty minutes they returned and she told me that he was a little slow and asked if I didn’t mind playing with him and that he had told her that he liked me. I said “sure”, and that “I didn’t mind at all”. We played in the sand often that summer and he was always kept diapered and in plastic pants. I watched him as he wet his diapers lots times and he always looked content and happy. Sometimes after playing in the sand we would go to the store to get an ice cream, his mother had already given me the money, and a few times his plastic pants would show ether at the waist or out the leg holes of his shorts. One time I saw a puddle of pee in the plastic pants peeking out from under his shorts.

When I was eight and a little bit, my father passed away, it was a very sad time for me and my mother, but we supported each other. I was having a lot of trouble at school, acting out my grief and frustration, getting poor marks and just not listening to the teachers. My mother was called often, but she didn’t understand how I felt. I had to repeat a grade because of the time I lost when my father was sick and I was doing so poorly anyways, my mother thought it best. I liked being with younger kids anyway. All of a sudden, started to wet the bed. It happened three or four times before my mother confronted me with all the questions about why and what was happening to me. She put an old plastic shower curtain under the sheets on my bed to protect the mattress. She was trying to be as understanding as she could but really didn’t understand my dilemma. As for me, it wasn’t my fault and it sure as hell wasn’t planned. I was taken to the doctor and he thought it was a result of my fathers passing and told my mother it would get better with time. I continued to wet and carry on. Then one day mom asked me if we could have a talk about the wetting, I said OK and she sat me down and we talked about how many times and how the room was starting to stink of pee. She asked me if I had any ideas about what to do? I said nothing and just stared at the floor. She raised my head and looked me straight in the eye and said that she had an idea and that she wanted to ask me to consider her solution. She then said that maybe I would be better off wearing diapers again until my problem got better. I asked her if they were the same kind of diapers that babies wore and did they make them in my size? She said that she looked in the phone book and found a store that offered large sized diapers for older children and that it was located right around the corner. She then said that she had called and inquired about the diapers and was going to see them the very next day. I asked her what kind of diapers they had and she said,

“Cloth diapers and rubber waterproof pants to wear over them”.

“Rubber pants”

She excused herself saying

“O I mean plastic baby pants you know the ones made out of soft vinyl”

I new only too well what they were made out of.

The next morning my bed was wet as usual and mom came in shaking her head and saying,

“Today I am going to do something about this”

She then put my sheets in the wash before getting ready to go out. I asked her where she was going and she said

“You remember what we talked about. I am going to the baby store that has those extra large diapers. I am going to get you some to wear at night so your bed will stay dry.”

Off she went and I went to look for my friend in the park. I thought maybe we could play in the sand box. Later that afternoon I could hear my mother calling me so I left the park and went home.

When I got home, lying on the kitchen counter was a pair of Angel Wear Super Size waterproof white plastic baby pants. My heart skipped a beat, they were the same ones that I had seen in the baby shop window. My mother said that I should practice my reading and tell her all the information on the package.

“Angel Wear Baby Pants made from soft waterproof vinyl This panty features forward facing leg holes and a full cut seat for lots of diaper room, soft nylon covered elastic binding at waist and legs, for use over cloth or extra protection over disposable diapers. This long lasting vinyl panty is guaranteed to provide superior protection against leaks and resist cracking and hardening for as long as required by your baby. If not completely satisfied with the performance of the panty simply return it to the place of purchase and your money will be re funded.”

“What size is written on the package dear?”

“Supper Size, 38 lbs and up”

Mom then said that she had along talk with the sales lady about me and my problem bedwetting.

“The sales lady then asked me to describe you in detail about height and weight and what you looked like. I told her all about you and she told me that you sounded a lot like a boy that comes everyday and looks in her shop window. I told her that I would ask you about it when I got home. Anyway she suggested that I use cloth diapers on you for nighttime and toddler size thermal training pants on you for daytime accidents covering both of them with the waterproof baby pants. She said that you are not the only eight year old that is back in diapers and that the super sized baby pants will probably still fit you for a little while longer. She said that I should take you in for a proper diaper fitting if the bedwetting persists. Well what do you think about that? --------------- Are you the little boy in the window? ----------------- Well say something?”

“Mom, yes it was me! What did she mean about daytime training pants?”

“ Well she told me that you would probably start to have daytime accidents once that you started to wear the night time diapers and that thick training pants worn with the plastic pants may be necessary to keep you dry.”

“I just liked to look at the baby stuff in the window and thinking about what it would feel like to be a baby again, in diapers and plastic pants. I have been doing this for about a year now. You know when I go play with Jimmy in the park sand box, ------ well you know he’s older than me, and he is still in diapers and I just wanted to try them to see what they felt like. I don’t now why! Please don’t be mad at me, I am really trying not to wet the bed, but I can’t help it! ------------ Please understand!”

“Well if that’s what you want, why don’t we try them on you and maybe we can sort things out from there.”

It was a Friday afternoon, about two o’clock, when my mom said;

“OK, let’s get started. This will give you a good chance to see how they feel and work and it will give me a chance to see just how much diapering you will need.”

I didn’t think too much about what she meant when she said “work” but I was calming down a little and starting to wonder how the diapers would feel. Then she took the other things that she had bought at the baby store out of another bag. There was a box of large Curity stretch weave pre folded diapers, Johnston & Johnston baby powder, diaper pins, a jar of Vaseline and a vinyl covered changing pad.

“I want you to come over here and sit on this chair. It will be easier for me to get your shoes and socks off and get you undressed, but first, let’s get the changing pad ready on the table and you can get your new plastic pants out of the package and ready to be put on.”

I took the package of pants over to the seat and sat down. Mom took hold of my feet one by one and removed my shoes and socks while I opened the package of baby pants and took the new pants in my hands and spread them out on the table. I couldn’t believe how nice and soft they were and how big they were. My mother saw me handle the baby pants.

“I’ll have them on you soon enough so you can get real feel of them. The sales lady said that they will get even softer once you have them on. She also said that we should try them out in the day time to see how they fit and if you are comfortable in them. OK, the shoes are off, now can you stand on the chair so I can get your pants down”

I got up on the chair and she started to undo my belt on my pants saying that it would be quicker if she undressed me. It was the first time in years that she was helping me undress and it felt kind of funny, but I liked the attention and for the first time in along time my mother was taking care of me again. After the belt was opened she undid the button behind it and zipped the zipper down, taking both sides of the pants with both hands lowering them and then asking me to step out of them one leg at a time. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and genitally slipped my arms out of it, folding it and the pants and putting them on the table beside the change pad. She went to get a bowl of warm, soapy water and a face cloth and towel putting them beside the change pad on the table. I asked her why she needed that and she said that it was important to wash me before putting on the diaper. She then slipped her fingers under the elastic of my underpants and pulled them down, out and over my little man witch was now standing at attention and then sliding them down and off of my legs saying that they felt a little wet. She said not to worry about getting exited down there and that and it was going to happen nearly every time that she was going to change me. All I know is that it felt good! She then dipped the face cloth in the warm water, squeezed it out, and proceeded to wash and wipe all of my diaper area, asking me to bend over so she could do my bum. She took the hand towel and dried me off, giving me a little slap on the bum when finished saying

“Just like old times”

She laid out two pre fold diapers on the change pad and said that she felt that I would need the diaper thicker than that. She went and got another hand towel from the closet and placed it in between the other two diapers making one thick diaper. She said that the lady at the store suggested that she may have to do it that way for greater diaper capacity. Then she got a pillow from the closet and placed it at the top of the change pad on the table for me to lie back on while she diapered me.

“OK ----- it’s your big moment; let’s see how these diapers are going to fit you. Now let me help you sit down on the diapers and lay you back on the pillow.”

With that she guided me on to the diapers and genitally laid me back.

“Do as you’re told and it won’t take to long”.

I could feel how soft and thick the diapers were under me. She opened the jar of Vaseline and motioned to me to lift up my knees and spread legs. She spread the Vaseline on my bum telling me that it would help prevent diaper rash. When I put my legs down she got out a bottle of baby oil, that she already had, and put some on her hands and then messaged it into my front part paying special attention to my little man and accessories witch was by this time hard and pointed straight up reveling it’s very pink head. My mother asked me if I was cleaning it often and that I should if I wasn’t. She then took a tissue and soaked it in baby oil and wiped the pink head all around and my little man up and down.

“WOW, I bet that feels good! ---------- now let’s powder you so you won’t chafe in the diaper.”

I had to lift up again while she powdered my bum and then she held my knee’s as far apart as she could and powdered everywhere between my legs, rubbing it in as she went. It was a glorious smell and she even did my legs saying that;

“It help the baby pants slip on.”

Then taking the diaper at the front and bringing it up between my legs;

“Here, hold this here while I get the pins.”

I held the diaper up while she got the pins out of the package. She took the right side of the diaper and joined it with the bottom giving it a little tug as she did;

“Hold still now, I don’t want to stick you with this pin”

She then did the other side making sure that the diaper was tight by slipping her finger under the top band and pulling.

“There ------ that will be OK but I think that I had better pin you at the legs too just to make sure.”

She then pinned the diaper again pulling the cloth tightly around my legs and asking me if they was still comfortable. I told her that it was and that the diaper was starting to feel warm.

“Just wait till I get the plastic pants on you,” With that, she picked up the plastic pants, shock them out and then running her fingers around the waist band to find the front.

“Here give me a foot so I can get these on you”

I lifted up a foot that was know dangling off the end of the table and she slipped the plastic pants over it and on up to my nee.

“OK now the other foot” as she held open the leg hole of the pants. Putting her hand through the leg hole and taking my foot with her hand and sipping it through the hole. With the plastic pants now up to my knee’s she continued inching them up. I could feel the leg elastic tighten against my upper legs and thighs as the pants were pulled up closer to the diaper. She gave me the look and I rose up enough for her to slip them over the diaper and under my bum. She then adjusted the plastic pant elastic around my legs, making sure that all the cloth diaper was tucked inside. She said that she liked the way the baby pants enclosed all the cloth diaper and that she now new why the crotch of the pants were made so wide.

“Well it’s time to stand up so I can see how your diapers look and fit.”

She pulled on my arms to get me back vertical on the chair.

“These are great “----------- “I think that we won’t call you a bed wetter any more if you keep these on”

She then checked how much left over room that I had between the diapers and plastic pants.

“How do they feel?” -- “Are you happy now?”

I nodded my approval and then slowly dropped my hands to the sides of the plastic pants, feeling a little babyish all the while.

“It’s Ok ------- you can feel them as much as you want now. Actually I am quite proud of you for not putting up more of a stink about being put back to diapers. I think putting you back in diapers will be better for both of us. Now get down off the chair and go play on the blanket on the floor while I clean up your stuff. Being that you were so good when I diapered you, I’m going to make you your favorite flavor of mike shake.” I could hear the werr of the green mixer and it wasn’t long before she called me to get the extra large chocolate milk shake.

“Now drink it all down -------- I think I made too much so I hope you can finish it all off.”

As I got up off the floor, I really felt the thickness of the diapers and baby pants between my leges and how the plastic made a crinkle sound as I walked over to the counter to get the milkshake.

“How does the diaper feel? You look just like you did years ago and I still love you just as much!!!”

She held the silver tumbler full of the milk shake to my lips.

“Here let me help you drink it ----- I don’t want any of it left over.”

I drank it down as fast as I could and she was patent with me. She tipped it slowly as I drank it, and with her other hand she held the back of my head so I couldn’t pull away.

“There, I knew you could do it! Doesn’t that hit the spot? Now go back and play and I’ll get dinner.”

About a half an hour latter I started to feel really full and in need to have a pee, so I called my mom.

“I need to pee ---- could you take the diaper off so I can use the toilet”

She answered back that she was busy and if I could wait a minute or two. As the time went by, my need increased. Finally I yelled

“I need to go now!!”

She came into the living room

“OK I’ll take you to the bathroom and undo your diaper so you can pee in the toilet, come on now, let’s go. I got up off the floor, and trying to keep my legs together, walked to the bathroom with my mother. My mother got to the bathroom first and put the lid down on the toilet and sat on it. I walked in behind her.

“Hold it, your hands are sticky from the milk shake, we had better wash them first.”

She then pulled a foot stool out from under the sink that I used to get up on so I could reach the taps.

“OK up on the stool and lets get those hands washed.”

I was about to burst at this point. She held me steady as I reached for the taps and soap. The sound of the running water was nearly too much and then I put my hands under the running water. I felt a little tingle through out my body and a shudder as I lost control and started to pee my diaper. My mother held one hand on the front of my baby pants and diaper and with the other she rubbed the back of my legs just below the plastic pants leg elastics.

“It’s alright dear ---- this is what I wanted you to do so just relax and finish peeing your diaper. I want to feel how fast they absorb your wetting and how heavy they get.

She continued to keep one hand on the front of my baby pants and the other felt the heft in my diapered crotch.

“Good boy, don’t stop till your done.”

I loved how the warmth started to spread through the diaper and how it was getting more and more heavy.

“Now we have to see how long it takes before your diaper leaks, so get off the stool and go back and play with your toys while I get supper.”

I waddled back to living room and started to color in one of my books. Mother asked me “How dose it feel wet? -------------- Are they still comfortable? ------- Tell me if they start to leak!

Dinner time, I made you Kraft Dinner and hot dogs, ok!!! ------------- Don’t forget to drink your milk, do you need help?”

“No mom I’m alright. ------------ Can I go out after?”

“Well I sort of want you to stay in and test your diapers tonight. Are you leaking yet?”

“No mom, I don’t think there leaking and they feel pretty good, I really like them!”

“Come here and I will check them”

I went over to her and stood between here legs. I could feel her squeeze the diaper and run her fingers under the leg elastics to see how wet they were.

“These pants are really waterproof,” she exclaimed. I think you’ll adjust to diapers just fine. I suddenly needed to pee again and mom sensed this;

“It will be fine, just let it go Jon. --------- Can I feel your diaper while you are peeing in them again?

The second wetting just warmly spread through the diaper and I smiled as it did thinking about how Jimmy must have felt when he wet his.

“After, at seven thirty, I’ll take you out of that wet diaper and I will give you a bath, a bubble bath if you like. I will put a nice thick dry diaper and plastic baby pants on you again tonight after your bath. This will be your first night back in diapers and so that will be the end of your bedwetting, aren’t you happy about that, ----- I am.”