I woke up very early the next morning because my wet and messy diapers were so uncomfortable. I remembered how ashamed I felt as I had filled them with uncontrollable bursts of hot mush.

Then my water had given way, as if it had a mind of its own, and I was soaked. I had cried myself to sleep.

The thought of having to spend two more nights in the crib made me anxious. I was hot from wearing the plastic panties and from lying on the rubber mattress cover. I itched where my skin was sweaty but I couldn't scratch because of the mittens. I was also feeling very stiff and cramped because I had to fold my legs in order to fit into the crib.

As I tossed and turned, as much as the crib would allow, I was shocked to discover something. The warm, wet padding of the diaper rubbed against my nether lips in a very pleasant manner.

I began to experiment with positions and I finally found that if I laid on my back with my knees flexed the crotch of the diapers got tighter and I could make the nice rubbing happen just by flexing my legs together.

Pretty soon I was pressing my thighs together furiously and a delicious orgasm was building. When I came I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from crying out. I knew my face was hot and flushed from excitement and I prayed that Grandma wouldn't come in and guess that I had found pleasure even from wet and messy diapers. Suddenly the idea of sleeping in diapers didn't seem so bad.

Grandma was true to her word. She made me wear and use diapers for the next five days and I had to spend the next two nights in the crib. I guess I got used to it in a way because Grandma treated me as if there was no question that I needed to wear and use diapers. She even spoke nicely to me and began to use more baby powder whenever it was time for me to have a BM.

We didn't go out anywhere during those days so I had forgotten how embarrassing it was for me to be seen. She did have some of her friends over to play bridge but after a brief introduction I was allowed to play in my room. If the ladies asked Grandma about my diapers I don't know what she told them.

If she had a short errand to run she would put the mittens on me and strip me down to my bra, diapers and plastic panties.

I quickly realized she wanted me to be prevented from tampering with my diapers. Being dressed only in the diapers and panties meant I wasn't likely to wander outside.

The only reason these days were at all tolerable was the delicious orgasm I treated myself to each morning. After I started sleeping in the youth bed I found a lot more positions that made the rubbing nice. I was always careful to be as quiet as possible and to try and wake up a lot earlier than Grandma so I would look normal when she came for me in the morning. (One of the rules was that I had to stay in bed until she woke up and came for me.) That first night was the only night that Grandma deliberately made me sleep in messy diapers. However she always made sure that I had enough to drink before bed that I would have to use my diapers either before I went to sleep or during the night. She thought she was punishing me. I just dreamed of how nice a wet diaper could be and did as I was told.

Finally the fifth day arrived. If nothing went wrong I would be free of diapers that night. Much as I liked the orgasms, they weren't enough to make me like diapers. I still shuddered at the memory of what it was like to be stared at because of my plastic panties. As I lay in the youth bed, the sheets damp from my best orgasm yet, I wondered if I should risk a second orgasm, just to tide me over until Grandma made me wear diapers again.

The house seemed pretty quiet and I was sure it was still pretty early, so I started the rhythmic squeezing again. I closed my eyes and began to drift with the pleasure. I wanted to rub my nipples but Grandma insisted that I sleep in an old-fashioned, hard shell bra. Because it was my second time in an hour it took longer for the climax to build. Still it was wonderful. Finally I was bathed in wave after wave of pleasure.

Just as I opened my eyes I heard Grandma's bedroom door open and her footsteps in the hall.

I knew it was too soon. I was still breathing heavily and my face was sure to be red and flushed. I heard her pass my room and go to the bathroom. I breathed a sigh of relief because every second counted. I heard the toilet flush and her footsteps approaching. I tried to take control of my breathing and think of ordinary things to make my face go back to normal but I doubted Grandma would be fooled.

She breezed in with a cheery greeting and then I watched her face change as she picked up on the clues. She asked me if I was sick and when I said I was fine she suddenly decided that I would be changed right then and there instead of after breakfast.

She kept looking at me as she laid out a big stack of cloth diapers and a fresh pair of plastic panties. I tried not to meet her eyes because I was sure she could see the guilt in mine.

Normally she took my mittens off during this first diaper change of the day. I wouldn't have to wear them again until bed time unless she went out on an errand. I held up my wrists after she helped me out of bed but she shook her head and said maybe they had better be left in place for a few more minutes. By then I was sure she was at least suspicious if she hadn't already guessed I had learned to masturbate while in diapers.

She peeled down my wet panties and then made me spread my legs while she worked at the pins of my soaked cloth diapers. As soon as the diapers were loose she plunged her hand inside and felt my nether lips. Then she withdrew her hand and sniffed at her fingers.

I could see her mood darken. "You've been abusing yourself again!" she accused. "How long has this been going on?" I told her only this morning but she didn't believe me. She pushed me down onto the waiting stack of diapers and began muttering how I hadn't learned my lesson and that she would have to take 'extra measures' to make sure I behaved myself. I was plenty scared so I didn't say anything. One thing was for sure though, I wouldn't be getting out of diapers that night after all.

Grandma removed the mittens so I could eat breakfast. After the meal she made two telephone calls. The first was to someone named Norma who was asked if she would look after me today and the second was to the clerk at the medical supply store. Grandma was very frank with her and after Grandma listened for a while she agreed to visit the store.

I was told to go get dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I moved as fast as my diapers would allow. All I knew was that someone new was going to be taking care of me. I knew I was in trouble - the question was, what would my punishment be? I also wondered what Grandma would do to stop me from masturbating. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely fasten the buckles on my sandals.

Just as I finished, Grandma came into the room, took out the pink diaper bag and began to stuff it full of cloth and disposable diapers and a few pairs of plastic panties. She hadn't said much to me since she discovered my secret. I wanted to ask her what was going to happen but I was too scared. I even wet myself, just thinking about it.

When she was ready she made a motion that I should follow her. We went to the kitchen where she started filling baby bottles with apple juice. I looked at the baby calendar and felt a chill run through me. There was a "D" in every day for the rest of the month and a "C" in every day for the next two weeks.

There were also four "S"'s, one on every Friday for the next month. Today was also one of those Fridays.

After the baby bottles were ready Grandma put the mittens back on my hands. Then she led me outside and next door.

Even standing on the porch I could tell that the people who lived here were dirty. There were old Pampers boxes on the veranda, some with used baby diapers inside them. As soon as the door opened I got a whiff of dirty carpets, greasy food and dirty diapers. I almost gagged.

One look at Norma, the mother, told me a lot. She was in her mid-thirties, had greasy hair, wore dirty clothes and had an exhausted look on her face. A little boy, about four years old, clung to his mother's leg. His face was dirty and his hair was a mess but what really caught my attention was that his only clothing was a very wet Pampers diaper.

We went into the dirty and messy living room where there was a play pen, a box of diapers and some other baby supplies strewn about. The little boy began to complain about his wet diaper so Norma put him into the play pen, made him sit down and handed him a half-full bottle of juice.

With no further distractions, Grandma began to tell Norma the truth about why I was wearing diapers and what the mittens were for. I felt my face grow hot with shame at her graphic descriptions and I wanted to crawl under the carpet when she told this stranger why a babysitter was necessary today. Norma grunted a lot, asked if we had brought any diapers for me and if there were any special rules.

At this point, Grandma suggested they speak privately and so the two women went to the door and dropped their voices to a whisper. Then Grandma came part way back into the room, told me I would be staying with Norma for the day and to be on my best behaviour or there would be trouble about it for sure. Norma saw Grandma out and then came back to the living room.

"Diapers as a punishment, huh?" she said with her hands on her hips. "Gotten used to it yet?" I shook my head.

Norma then launched into a bit of a speech about how her house was full of diapers. She told me she had a six year old girl at school who needed night diapers, the four year old boy wasn't completely toilet trained and giving birth to the baby upstairs had damaged her bladder so she had to wear "protection" most of the time.

She asked me if I was wet and I told her I had only peed a little, at breakfast. Then she made me take off my shorts so she could see. As soon as my shorts hit the floor she picked them up and told me she would keep them until it was time for me to leave. "We don't go much for clothes 'round here" she said, "best ya got something to go home in." Then she asked me to take off my shirt and when she saw the bra I had to take that off too.

When she saw the look of fear on my face at being almost naked she laughed and said she would get me a shirt to wear.

She came back with a dirty t-shirt that smelled like she had worn it for a couple of days. I didn't want it but if it was all she was going to give me to wear I had no choice, so I put it on.

Then she made me stand up so she could get a good look at what I was wearing. Before I knew it she was pulling down my plastic pants and unpinning my diapers. I didn't know what was happening until she said she hated cloth diapers because of all the work of washing them and that if I had disposables she might as well "get me into one" right away. I had to lie down on the smelly carpet and let her get one of the Attends from my diaper bag. She slid it under me and began to tape it closed until I asked for some baby powder. She seemed irritated but she did powder me before taping the diaper expertly. I stood up and watched her handle my plastic panties. "I don't know how ya take the heat," she commented, "but yer grandma wants ya in 'em so it ain't my problem." She tossed the pants at me. "Put 'em on!" She watched as I stepped into the panties and pulled them up over the plastic shell of the Attends I was wearing. Then she motioned for me to hold out my wrists. To my surprise she started releasing the buckles on my mittens. "No good having you out of commission. I could use some help around here. You be good now, or I'll have to put these back on before I use my strap on your prissy little bottom." Norma told me to change the little boy (Jason) and then take him out to the back yard and play with him. She warned me not to try anything with my diapers because she would be keeping an eye on us.

I hated the thought of being made to expose my diapers and plastic panties all the time. I tried to console myself with the thought that there was no one around to notice me.

Grateful for something to do I picked Jason up and looked for some diapers for him. The box of Pampers in the corner were too small a size. Norma said there were more in the upstairs bathroom. So I took Jason upstairs, noticing that the smell of stale pee got worse. I found the diapers in the bathroom and cleaned the poor kid up with a wet cloth before I took him to his room to be changed. He was pretty good about it and didn't fuss.

I felt more than a little sorry for the kid. There was a crib and a youth bed in the room so I guessed that he had to sleep with his baby sister. If the living room smelled bad then this place was worse. Two diaper pails gave off the pungent odour of stale urine and both sets of sheets were badly stained by pee and other fluids. I couldn't wait to get out of there.

When his new diaper was in place and snug I let him up and did a little quiet exploring before going downstairs. Norma's room was a mess. There was a big diaper pail in the corner and a big bag of Attends beside her bed. I wondered if she had to wear a diaper all the time and wondered again why she would choose the Attends when cloth diapers were so much more comfortable.

As we passed through the kitchen Norma gave me two bottles of apple juice. I told her I didn't think the boy was that thirsty but she just laughed and said one of the bottles was for me. I didn't want the bottle but I didn't want to get into trouble with Norma either. I said nothing more and took the bottles from her.

We went out to the sand box and I watched Jason start to play. It felt really strange to be sitting outside, wearing only diapers and a t-shirt as I sucked on a baby bottle. An hour went by and Norma came out with another bottle of juice - for me.

I got a little mad. "You really want me to wet, don't you." "Nah. I don't care. Yer Grandma said to make ya drink lots so yer diapers get wet. I'm just doin' my job.

Norma did her job very well. Just before lunch I was so wet from the hot sun on my plastic pants and my almost constant wetting that my diapers were leaking, leaving dark patches on the wooden sides of the sand box. I had never worn diapers this wet.

When I stood up they seemed to hang from my waist and even started to slip off. I dared not try to adjust them in case Norma thought I was trying to take them off so I took Jason's hand and waddled toward the house.

By then the day had warmed up quite a bit. My diapers had become hot and itchy but I had fought off the almost constant urge to use my freed fingers to gain some relief. I had seen Norma's face at the back door enough to know I was being watched.

As we went into the kitchen I felt a trickle of pee drip down my leg but I quickly forgot about it because as soon as I saw Norma I stopped in my tracks and stared.

She was wearing a pair of terry cloth shorts that clung tightly, just like the ones that Grandma had bought for me the day before. Like mine, her shorts revealed the bulk of a diaper underneath them and I could see wisps of blue plastic peeking over the top of the waist band and out from around the leg openings. She must have been very wet because there were darker patches where her diaper had leaked. She was standing by the stove with her legs spread a little.

She turned and looked at me with a funny expression on her face. "Looks like we both need a change." she said and blushed a little.

She led the way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Jason went to look at the things on her dresser while she spread out an Attends on her bed. She said that she wasn't supposed to leave me alone or let me change my own diaper so I had better get a diaper from my bag and she would "see to me".

By the time I got back to the bedroom she was lying on the bed, had pulled the fresh diaper into place and was taping it. I looked down at the discarded diaper and was shocked to see she had messed in it a little. Suddenly I realized that she hadn't had enough time to clean herself up and therefore must be dirty under that nice new diaper. I shuddered.

She looked at my surprised face. "What's with you? I told ya I needed protection." She stood up wearing only her shirt and the diaper and motioned for me to lie down. I really didn't want to but I had no choice.

The bed smelled as bad as the couch. I wondered what her husband did and why he let her keep the place so badly but at the first touch of her hands on my plastic pants I was suddenly more concerned about what she was doing to me.

She had my panties off in an instant and tore the tapes of my Attends expertly. She asked me if I was dirty and I shook my head. She pulled the wet diaper out from under me and slid a fresh one into place. Just before she pulled it up between my legs she asked me how many diapers I had brought with me. I told her there were three more in my diaper bag and she said she had better do something to make them last longer.

She disappeared, leaving me lying half naked with Jason staring at me. I wanted to cover my private parts but since she might take that as being bad I just hoped the kid was too young to know what was going on.

Norma came back with two baby Pampers, taped end-to-end to make a long narrow diaper. She made me lift my hips while she put them in the centre of the Attends and then pulled all the diapers into place. It happened so fast and I was so intimidated by her that I forgot to ask for powder.

The Pampers had a paper lining that was softer and nicer than the Attends but the extra bulk in my crotch seemed incredible. I had to open my legs wide while she taped the Attends and then she told me to stand up.

"Tapes won't take the pressure," she commented as she picked up a wide roll of packing tape. She started a band of tape over one of the Attends tapes and then walked around me, winding the tape onto my diaper and covering all the diaper tape fasteners.

She made the bands tight and by the time she finished I was sure I wouldn't be able to push these diapers down.

"I don't like this!" I blurted out.

She just smiled at me as she handed me the fresh pair of plastic panties I had brought. "Too bad. Ya gets caught, ya gets punished." Then she told me to change Jason while she went to get the baby.

I took a few steps and immediately was aware of the extra bulk. The crackle of the disposable diapers and the rustle of the plastic pants made me glad so few people were around. I quickly noticed that the Pampers felt a lot nicer on my private parts. A soft glow was building. Part of me wanted to plan a few minutes alone so I could enjoy it but that seemed impossible.

The bath room was off-limits and Norma seemed to have a mother's knack of always knowing where I was and what I was doing.

Suddenly I felt trapped in the diapers and more that a little frightened when I thought about the rest of the summer.

As I changed the little boy I wondered why a four-year old was still in diapers. I asked him if he had started school but he just shook his head. He was one of those kids who could talk up a storm with someone he knew but was dead silent with strangers. The tan marks around his waist told me he had been running around dressed only in a diaper since the weather got warm. Norma didn't seem to be trying to toilet train him. I wondered how late she would leave it. I had heard stories that the schools wouldn't accept a child still in diapers.

When Jason and I got to the kitchen I noticed a six-month-old baby in a high chair. The little girl had already made quite a mess of her lunch but Norma wasn't paying attention.

She was standing at the counter fixing some food, wearing only her diaper and a shirt. It really bothered me that this woman was so unconcerned about being seen in a diaper while I was terrified of the same thing.

Norma told me to sit Jason at the table and to take a seat as well. There were big baby bottles of juice at two places and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying something that would get me into more trouble.

When Norma brought the food to the table I almost broke my resolve. She put a bowl of pureed food down in front of Jason and me but she had fixed a sandwich for herself. She saw me staring at it with a look of disgust.

"It won't hurt ya." she mumbled through a mouth full of food.

"I'm not a baby!" I pouted.

"Nah. 'Course not. Big girls get to wear clothes, not diapers. Only babys wear diapers." she paused to let her next words sink in, "finish what's in front of ya or I'll fill yer deedees with it!" I hated it. I hated every mouthful of the bland, tasteless paste. Jason gobbled his down and asked for more but I had to stifle a gag reaction just at the sight of it. One of the worse parts was having to drink from a baby bottle. I had managed it all morning but here, sitting at the table, it felt really awful.

I hated the taste of the rubber nipple because I doubted Norma had washed it very well, if at all.