I am a male, 64 year / 2 year old adult baby and have been pretty much all my life. I grew up in the late 40s and just missed the rubber pants era. I was born the oldest of six, four brothers and one sister who is eight years younger than I, so no big sister to play baby with.
I grew up with strict Irish parents where "spare the rod and spoil the child" was the rule. I suffered great and severe punishments for not being toilet trained in my first two years. This included having suppositories forced up my bum and made to sit on the potty for ages. When I did nothing, I would be whipped with my father's belt or with thick ironing cords. When I "pissed the bed," I was forced into an ice cold shower and punched if I tried to get out.
When my brothers started to come along, the first two, three years apart, seeing how my mother's friends looked at and fussed over their babies, I was very jealous and wanted to be treated that way. Soon I was stealing cloth diapers and plastic panties whenever and wherever I could get a hold of them. Most of the time when my parents weren't around, I would sneak the diapers on and the plastic panties. With the plastic panties sometimes, if I was lucky, they would fit over the diapers. Most of the time they would split at the sides or they ripped at the legs. So I started to wear just the plastic panties, and I would stand in front of my mother's mirror and watch myself pee and poop in the plastic pants. I would make the pee pee slosh and bounce around in them and I'd rub the poo around and pretend to tease and scold myself for being a very naughty and stinky baby. I would always hide the plastic panties, which would constantly smell of stale pee or poo along with the poo stains to make them look and smell like a real baby's.
Everything was good until my mom would catch me wearing the plastic panties or, because of the smell, would find them where I hid them under my mattress. If she accidentally caught me wearing my plastic panties while admiring myself in her mirror, she would make me pee in them and drag me into the bath tub. There she would spank the hell out of me while wearing the plastic pants. The whole time yelling at me: what was wrong with me and that I wasn't a fucking baby anymore and where did I get the "rubber pants," and she'd cruelly rip them off. If she found the plastic panties under my mattress she'd make me pull them on and again wail the tar out of me and rip them off of me while taking all the others and with a cruel grin rip them apart telling me she never wanted to find any more rubber pants anywhere in my room or she'd make me see a shrink.
The only time I could get to be a baby and wear cloth diapers and plastic panties was when my girl cousin would come around. Or I'd be visiting my aunt and my cousin, and they would play house and I was always the "baby." She and her other girlfriends would play the mommy and I'd get to wear and only pee in my cloth diapers and plastic panties, and my cousin and her friends would pretend to tease and spank me in my soggy diapers and plastic panties. They would use colored plastic panties,which is why I got to love yellow and pink plastic panties because they made me look more sissy and babyish.
The other times I got to play baby was with another aunt on my father's side who was about eight years older than myself. She would catch me wearing my bother's or my my sister's plastic panties, which would be either in pink or yellow. They looked so babyish with poop stains on the bottom, and she would tease me like a big sissy baby and feed me a bottle and spank me. I wet and pooped my plastic panties, as I could not wear both cloth diapers and plastic panties. The plastic panties were easier to pull on and hide when I started to go to kindergarten at around age three.
The kindergarten was run by nuns, as I was Irish Catholic. Almost as soon as I got there, because I hated going to the potty, I would keep all the poo and pee in until I couldn't help but pee and poo my pants. This made the nuns furious, and to punish me they'd give me very hard over the knee spankings. After, they would force me to wear diapers and plastic "baby" panties again in yellow or pink to show me and the other kids what a big sissy baby I was to wet and dirty in my pants. I was made to wear just a tee shirt that had sayings like "I'm A Sissy Baby" or "I Love To Pee and Poo My Diapers" and had to wear the diapers and plastic panties the whole day. I was not allowed to use the potty, and the nuns would come and check my diapers every half hour. When I was wet and poopy, they'd get very angry and have all the other kids watch as one of the nuns would shame and scold me. She would pull out the back of my plastic pants and look in my diapers for poo and shove her hand down the inside of my plastic pants to feel how soaked my diapers were. She would tell the other kids what a bad sissy baby I was and she'd turn me over her knee and with a rod or her hand spank me real good. I would have to wear the wet and poopy diapers and plastic panties till after lunch. I ate my lunch in a high chair along with a baby bottle of milk and I'd get my plastic panties roughly yanked down and re-diapered all in front of the other kids. They would be told that if any of them wet or pooed their pants or wet their cots at nap time this would also be their punishment. I was left in cloth diapers and plastic pants till my mom came and got me which got me more spankings with a belt.
This is how I got hooked into wanting to wear cloth diapers and plastic panties and being a baby. Now after nearly 45 years of smoking (which has a rather funny connection to the plastic pants and is in another story). I have quit close to five years ago, but I also got chronic bronchitis and have really bad bouts of coughing. I now feel like wanting to be a baby even more as I hate this coughing and living by myself, it gets scary. I feel like I need a mommy to hold and rock and comfort me even more, and I want to pee in my cloth diapers til they're soaking wet. Then I would like to be teased as well as consoled as I am getting a good spanking in my soggy cloth diapers and plastic panties. Maybe then changed and given my baba, put to bed after being read some of Naughty Elf's really wonderful AB stories. I know this was a long story but it was very condensed. I hope some of you enjoy it and let you guys know a little about me.