Tommy's Problem

By The AttendantSaturday, 18th June

"Mommy, Kathy's here!" Cried Susan.
Kathy was short for seventeen, with a
gently rounded face and short hair that extenuate
her classic beauty and revealed her large eyes.
Kathy waddled through the door of the Angleton's
spacious home, struggling with her large suitcase.
"Here, let me help you with that. Jeez
Kathy, we're going to be gone two weeks not two
months," chided Mrs. Angleton.
"Well, you don't expect me to wear the
same outfit twice do you?" Smiled Kathy as she
plopped the giant bag in the front room.
"John, can you take Kathy's bag up to our
room? I need to talk to her," yelled Mrs.
Angleton. "Susan, why don't you and help your
father pack?" Seven-year-old Susan made a
pouting face that only seven year-olds truly
master, as she stomped off to help her father.
"What is it Mrs. Angleton?"
"Since you've only baby-sat for us after
school before, we never felt the need to tell you
about Tommy's problem. You see, Tommy still
wets the bed." Mrs. Angleton fumbled with her
hands as she told Kathy something that was never
spoken about outside the family.
"But he's almost ten!" Kathy protested.
"It's actually pretty common, there are a lot
of boys his age that do. Anyway, all you need to
do is make sure he doesn't have any liquids after
dinner, and make sure he goes to the bathroom
before he goes to bed. You'll also need to wash
his pyjamas and sheets every morning, and have
him take a bath before breakfast. He has a rubber
sheet on his bed so the mattress won't be
damaged."
"Wouldn't just a diaper be easier?" Offered
Kathy.
"You can't have a nine-year-old boy
parading around in diapers every night," Mrs.
Angleton frowned at the suggestion. "We have
brought some along when we've flown the kids
out to see their grandparents, but that's only when
necessary."
The Angleton's finished packing, and
loaded the rest of their things into the car.
Tommy came in from playing, and with his sister
gave his parents a big hug. It would be two
weeks before his parents would be back from
their vacation to Africa. It was the first they'd
had away from the kids since their honeymoon.

John and Tricia had been planning for it all year,

leaving just a week after the children were out
for the summer.
Tommy and Susan were glad to see their
parents go. Kathy was their favourite baby-sitter,
and now they had two whole weeks of freedom!
No bedtimes, no turning the TV down, and no
vegetables!
"What's for dinner?" Tommy inquired.
"Boiled beets," Kathy said with an odd
smirk.
Susan objected when she was told to get
ready for bed at eight o'clock. She didn't think
Kathy was serious when she promised to get the
kids to bed on time. Kathy had been watching
Tommy all night, but he knew the nightly
routine, and didn't want Kathy to say anything.
Kathy sent Tommy up to bed at nine o'clock, and
followed a few minutes later to tuck him in.
Tommy was already under the covers when
Kathy walked in, the rubber sheet crinkling as
she sat down.
"Are you going to be okay tonight?"
Kathy asked.
"Sure, why not?" Tommy said, a little
embarrassed at the question.
"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were
warm and dry." Kathy smiled with a knowing
grin as she turned out the light.
Sunday, 19 June
Kathy went to Tommy's room upon
waking, only to find him taking off his wet
pyjamas. Kathy walked over and started to pull
down his pants.
"I can do it!" Claimed Tommy.
"Oh, I don't want you to get anything else
wet." Kathy said in her best baby-talk voice as
she had Tommy step out of his soaked
underwear. "Now let's get you in the tub."
Kathy led Tommy to the upstairs bathroom and
started the water running. Tommy insisted that
his mom let him do this himself, but Kathy was
having none of it. Despite Kathy's small stature,
Tommy was far smaller still and couldn't resist
her as she picked him up and placed him in the
warm water.
"I don't need no girl to wash me! I do it all
the time!" Tommy exclaimed.
"That's not what your mother said. She
said that you need to be looked after constantly."
Kathy claimed as she rubbed Tommy's head.

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Tommy's body with a wash cloth and soap.
Tommy squirmed and yelled while Kathy held
both his arms in one hand as she washed his tiny
penis. After she let him out of the tub, Tommy
stormed off, red-faced, and got dressed.
Kathy was more than happy to launder the
wet sheets and pyjamas, after all, she was getting
fifty bucks a day.
Monday, 20 June
"Beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, click."
Kathy had set the Angleton's alarm for sixthirty, far earlier than she would normally get up,
but she had work to do. Kathy pulled her jeans
over her grey cotton briefs, and put on a red Tshirt before heading over to Tommy's room.
Kathy tip-toed into Tommy's room, gently pulling
back the blanket until he was completely
uncovered. A giant wet spot covered his pyjama
bottoms, the bottom sheets and his Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt. As he lay there,
Kathy couldn't help but caress his soft face.
"Huh! What are you doing?"
"Time to get up little one." Kathy said
gently.
"Knock it off!" Tommy yelled as he
slapped Kathy's hand away.
"Don't you dare ever hit me you little
twerp!" Yelled Kathy as she grabbed his left arm
with hers, stood him up and gave him one hard
smack in the rear.
"I don't need you, I'm not a baby" Tommy
whined as tears dripped down his face.
"Well then let me wipe the tears off of your
big-boy face and get you out of those wet big-boy
pants," Kathy said mockingly.
Tommy spent most of the day avoiding
Kathy, playing outside with his younger sister and
her friends. While the children were outside
playing, Kathy did a little exploring in Tommy's
room. Before long she found what she was
looking for in a box in the back of the closet,
covered neatly with a blanket and a few odds and
ends. While Kathy changed the sheets on
Tommy's bed, she removed the rubber sheet and
hid it away in the garage. A plan now clear in her
mind, she skipped off to the Angleton's sewing
room to begin her project.
"Oooh, thanks!" Exclaimed Susan, while
Tommy turned around in surprise.
The children had already eaten dinner, and
were sitting watching TV in their pyjamas before
bedtime. Kathy had brought them each a large
root beer float for a snack.

"But Tommy's not allowed to drink after

dinner, 'cause he wets the bed," proclaimed
Susan.
"Shutup Butt-head!" Tommy yelled as he
pushed his sister.
"It's okay Susan, Tommy's never going to
wet his bed again, so he can have anything he
wants."
After Susan went to bed, Tommy explored
the limits of his newfound freedom.
Approaching Kathy cautiously, he asked for a
glass of milk, only to find Kathy more than
happy to oblige.
As nine o'clock approached, Kathy led
Tommy up to bed. As they entered his room,
Tommy watched suspiciously as she closed the
door behind them. Tommy began to climb into
bed when Kathy stopped him and pulled off his
pyjama bottoms and underwear. Tommy was
used to Kathy taking off his pants at this point,
and had no desire to provoke her.
"Go ahead and lay down," Kathy ordered.
"Why?"
"Because I said so. Now do it!"
Tommy immediately laid down on the
floor, recognising the tone in her voice. As he
watched in horror, Kathy opened the closet door,
and removed from the box a large bag of
Huggies disposable diapers, extra-large. Tommy
jumped up and began to put his pants back on.
"Those are only for trips, Mommy doesn't
make me wear them at home!"
"Well Mommy changed the rules, who do
you think showed me where they were? Now
take your pants off and lay down or I'll blister
your behind!"
"Nooo!" Tommy cried as he ran for the
door.
Kathy grabbed him as he turned the handle
and dragged him off to the bed. Without
hesitation she ripped the screaming child's pants
off, slung him over her knee and smacked his
bare bottom. The wild, rapid spanking continued
until Kathy's hand throbbed and Tommy sobbed
uncontrollably.
"Now are you going to be a good little
baby and let me put your diaper on, or am I
going to have to give you another spanking?"
Tommy nodded his head quickly as
unintelligible words fought their way out of the
blubbering child. Kathy took this response as a
yes, and lowered Tommy to the floor. Taking a
diaper from the bag with one hand, she lifted
Tommy's legs by the ankles with the other.

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Kathy opened the diaper with one hand and slid it

under Tommy's raised bottom with a skill that
only could come from years of experience with
three younger brothers. Tommy sobbed and
stared at the ceiling while Kathy drew the diaper
up between his legs, pulling it tight while she
taped the sides. The diaper was only slightly too
small for Tommy, and fit him snuggly in the
crotch. Tommy was completely limp as Kathy
pulled the pyjama bottoms over his diaper. The
overnight bulk of Tommy's diaper was easily
visible underneath his pyjama bottoms.
"Now lets wipe off those tears and get you
to bed," Kathy said as she tucked Tommy under
the blanket and stroked his cheeks with the back
of her hand.
Kathy walked slowly to the door and
turned off the light as Tommy rolled over and
buried his face in his pillow, still crying.
Tuesday, 21 June
Tommy awoke late Tuesday morning,
sleeping in for the first time in several weeks. He
lay in his nice warm bed, placing his hand down
his pants to feel the thin plastic. He started to cry
for all he'd been through, but it was a nice feeling
to wake up warm and dry for a change.
Tommy lay in bed for what must have been
an hour, not wanting to go down-stairs, lest his
sister see him like this, and unwilling to take his
diaper off for fear of Kathy. Kathy finally came
into the room, carrying a container of baby-wipes
and a sweet smile.
"Good morning Tommy, how'd you sleep?"
Kathy asked honestly.
"Bad, 'cause of you!" Tommy claimed.
"Oh, I bet you slept just fine. Now let's get
you dressed."
Kathy laid Tommy down on the floor,
pulling his pants down around his ankles and
untaping his diaper. Tommy didn't resist, nor did
he say anything about his open bedroom door,
afraid that Susan might just be invited in if he
did. Kathy lifted his ankles in the air, pulling the
wet diaper out from under him. She proceeded to
wipe his bottom, making sure to clean deep inside
his bottom. Placing the used wipe on the diaper,
Kathy wiped Tommy's crotch thoroughly with the
other. Rolling the diaper over the two wipes and
taping it back up, she then dropped it into the
diaper pail in the corner, the same pail that was
not in the corner last night. Kathy helped Tommy
out of his pyjamas, got him dressed and took him
downstairs for breakfast. Tommy felt completely
ashamed, horrified at what had happened, and

didn't feel very much like playing that day.

Later that evening, Tommy and Susan
came downstairs after changing into their
pyjamas following dinner.
Kathy stopped
Tommy in the hall, pulled back the elastic of
Tommy's pants and took him aside. Kathy
instructed Tommy to go back upstairs and take
his underwear off, something that he did
immediately.
"Why does he have to take his underwear
off?"
Susan inquired, overhearing the
conversation.
"We'll talk about it later Susan." Kathy
replied.
While going up to bed, Tommy begged
Susan not to make him wear a diaper again.
Kathy explained calmly that it made it much
easier for her, and that it really made it easier for
him as well. Tommy pleaded, but did not resist
Kathy for fear of another spanking.
After getting Tommy to bed, Kathy went
off to the sewing room to continue her project.
Wednesday, 22 June
Tommy awoke that morning and waited
for Kathy to come as the day before. More than
an hour passed while he stared at the ceiling and
rubbed the outside of his pyjama bottom, for no
reason that he could understand. Finally, a bored
little boy climbed out of bed and sat on the floor,
the diaper's soft padding was comfortable, but
the bulge in his crotch looked silly. Tommy
played with his Legos while he waited for Kathy
to come.
Another hour passed and Tommy was
starting to get hungry as well as bored. He could
see his sister through his window, already out
playing with her friends. Cautiously he opened
his door out into the hall. Tommy proceeded
downstairs, finding Kathy nowhere in sight. As
he looked out the back sliding glass door, he
could see Kathy lying out by the pool. Tommy
opened the door slightly and yelled, unwilling to
venture outside. Kathy either could not hear
him, or was deliberately ignoring him.
Frustrated, Tommy cautiously went out back,
looking to in his neighbours' windows for anyone
who might see.
"Can I take my diaper off?"
An
embarrassed little boy asked Kathy.
"I'm sorry Tommy, I didn't know you were
up. Are you wet?"
"That doesn't matter! I'm gonna go take it
off." Tommy proclaimed.
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certainly can't be trusted to change your own
diaper. If you touch that diaper you're going to
get the spanking of your life! Now come here
and let me check you."
Tommy approached Kathy slowly, only to
have her pull his pyjama bottoms off entirely.
Tommy looked back and forth quickly as Kathy
inserted a finger into his crotch.
"Yep, you're soaking wet alright. Let's go
upstairs and get you changed."
On that phrase, Tommy darted back into
the house, while Kathy picked up his pyjama
bottoms and followed. As Tommy approached
the stairs, he saw Susan standing in the hallway
with a look of shock and amusement. Red-faced,
Tommy could do nothing but run to his room and
slam the door shut.
"I saw Tommy with a diaper," Susan said
with a giggle. "Why's he dressed like that?"
"Well since Tommy wets the bed just like a
little baby, he wears a diaper like one too. Now
don't go telling your friends about your baby
brother, let's just keep it our little secret," Kathy
said with a wide grin.
Kathy went upstairs to Tommy's room and
found him under the covers of his bed.
"Don't worry about a thing Tommy, I told
Susan not to mention this to anyone else."
Kathy proceeded to take off Tommy's
diaper and wiped him clean before dressing him.
Tommy was made to lie on the floor and was not
allowed to help put his own clothes on.
Several times during the day, Tommy was
asked if he needed to go to the bathroom, each of
which was met with a simple "no." Later that
night, Tommy was prepared for bed in the usual
manner, but seemed resigned to the situation.
Kathy was not happy at all with this new attitude,
and decided to do something about it.
Thursday, 23 June
"Time to get up sweety," Kathy said with a
smile. "Come on downstairs, your breakfast is
getting cold."
"But I need to take my diaper off," Tommy
protested.
"We can do that in a little bit, now come on
and eat your breakfast before it turns to clay."
Tommy followed Kathy downstairs,
stretching his shirt down as far as it would.
Susan was already sitting at the table eating a
bowl of oatmeal. Tommy walked by, only to
have Susan pat him on the behind.
"Is your diaper poopy?" Susan said with a

giggle.
"No, you little brat. Now knock it off!"
"You knock it off, you're the little baby.
Kathy even said so."
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Okay, both of you just eat your
breakfast." Kathy interjected into the furious
debate.
Tommy hurried through his oatmeal, only
to find Kathy too busy to change him. Almost
three hours passed before Kathy found the time
to get Tommy changed. This was just in time as
far as Tommy was concerned, as he was
experiencing painful cramps.
Tommy was required to go to the
bathroom at one-hour intervals, including a visit
that was supervised to ensure it was productive.
Tommy had sat on the toilet for half an hour with
Kathy watching before he was allowed to leave.
Tommy was also not allowed to go outside
without Susan going with him.
Kathy got the children ready for bed
before dinner that night, over Tommy's strong
objection that his bedtime wasn't for hours.
Kathy sent Tommy to bed at Susan's bedtime that
night. Tommy did not object to the earlier
bedtime, after all, he was already wet and afraid
Kathy would find out. Tommy had wanted to go
to the bathroom after dinner, but was afraid to
ask Kathy for what she might say. After an hour
he couldn't hold it any longer, and released the
pressure into his diaper. Tommy was thoroughly
embarrassed to be sitting there in front of his
sister, wearing a wet diaper, and had no desire to
have his predicament known.
On the way up to bed, Kathy stopped
Tommy on the stairs.
"Hold on, let me make sure you didn't
have any accidents."
Tommy could do nothing but stand there
as Kathy pulled down his pants in front of his
sister, and pronounced his diaper wet.
"Alright baby, let's get you out of this wet
diaper and into a nice dry one," Kathy said with a
perky tone.
Friday, 24 June
Tommy awoke with an odd feeling. He
had gone through the entire night, and had not
wet. Tommy had dry nights every once in a
while, but this morning was particularly
important. For all of the humiliation that he had
been put through, now he would be able to laugh
in Kathy's face.

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as she poked her head in the door.
Tommy was more than happy to eat
breakfast before getting dressed; Susan already
knew, he was comfortable, and now he had the
upper hand. After breakfast Kathy said she
couldn't change him right away because she had
some project to finish up. Tommy had to go to
the bathroom, but he was determined to hold it in
rather than give Kathy the satisfaction. An hour
passed, and Kathy emerged from the sewing
room.
"Can you change me now?" Tommy asked
eagerly.
"Are you wet?"
"Nope! Not at all!" Tommy said proudly
with a smile on his face.
"Well then, I guess you don't need to be
changed," Kathy declared bluntly.
"Hey, I'm not a baby. I don't need to wear
diapers during the day!"
"Then why did you wet yourself yesterday
and need to have your diaper changed? Anybody
who prances around in diapers like you do, and
wets himself during the day is definitely a baby.
Now lets take you upstairs and get you dressed."
Kathy took Tommy by the arm and began
to lead him upstairs.
"I'm not a baby and I'm not gonna wear no
stupid diaper!" Tommy yelled as he tried to
break free.
Kathy sat down on the stairs and bent
Tommy over her knee. She proceeded to smack
Tommy's behind several times, causing him to cry
out of embarrassment more than pain.
"Now if you don't start acting like a good
little baby I'll have to take that diaper off and
spank your bare behind for real. Now let's go."
Kathy dragged the baby upstairs, who fell
just limp enough to protest, but not enough to
anger his baby-sitter. Inside his room Kathy took
off Tommy's pyjamas and pulled a pair of pants
over his diaper. The jeans were not designed to
handle the bulk of his overnight disposable extralarge Huggies, and constricted his groin. Tommy
found it very difficult to walk normally given the
bulk between his legs and his tight pants.
Kathy ordered Tommy to go outside and
play with his sister. Tommy didn't want to go, but
feared what she might do if he refused. Susan
was playing on the front lawn with two of her
friends, Sarah and Janice. Tommy waddled over
to his sister, trying not to be too obvious.
"Hi Tommy, were playing house. Wanna

play?" Asked Janice.

"I guess," Tommy said while turning
around to see Kathy watching him through the
window.
"I'm the mommy, Sarah's the daddy, Janice
is the sister and you can be the baby," declared a
smiling Susan.
Turning beet-red, Tommy went along with
Susan, not wanting to upset her into revealing his
secret. After ten minutes of playing, Tommy was
having sever cramps and could not hold off any
longer. As his bowels released, Tommy lifted his
bottom off of the ground. The diaper tight inside
of his jeans, Tommy was in considerable pain.
Despite this, it felt good to relieve the cramps.
Tommy looked up at Susan to see her cold stare.
"I think the baby has a poopy diaper,"
declared Susan.
Tommy could not believe that his sister
would say that in front of her friends, only to
remember that they were playing a game. Susan
reached over and placed her hand under his
bottom. Tommy wanted to jerk away, but if he
didn't play along, what would Susan do? Susan
squeezed his diaper, forcing it's contents between
his legs and all over his bottom.
"Yep, it's poopy," Susan stated matter-offactly.
Janice and Sarah giggled, not aware that
they weren't playing a game anymore.
"I think I'd better take the baby inside and
get his diaper changed," Susan said.
Tommy stood up slowly as Susan led him
inside by the hand. He walked backwards into
the house, so as not to show the girls anything.
His actions only served to make them curious.
"The baby has a poopy diaper," declared
Susan once they were in the house.
"I'm not a baby!" Tommy yelled as he
jerked his hand from Susan's.
"Yes you are Tommy, and I don't want to
hear you talking back to your big sister like that
again or I'll have her give you spanking while I
hold you down."
Tommy shuddered at the thought of his
little sister spanking him, but he knew Kathy was
serious. Kathy pulled off his pants right there in
the entryway. The bulge at the back of his diaper
was unmistakable.
Kathy carried Tommy
upstairs, his pants dangling around his ankles.
Once inside his room she took a new diaper from
his chest-of-drawers, cleaned him up and put it
on him. Kathy took off his T-shirt and did not
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Saturday, 25 June
Tommy woke up early Saturday after a
night of frightful dreams. He decided that he
couldn't take any more humiliation and abuse,
and would do something about it. Tommy had
not been allowed to wear his pyjamas to bed, so
he stood in the middle of the room just wearing
his diaper. He wanted to take it off so badly, but
fear and self-doubt gripped him. What would
Kathy do if she found out? Was he just a baby
after all? In a fit of rage Tommy tore away at the
tapes, tearing the plastic and throwing the diaper
into the corner.
Free at last, he would go to Steve's house
down the street, and tell Steve's parents what
happened. Surely they wouldn't take Kathy's
side? Tommy opened the top drawer of his chestof-drawers, looking for his underwear but finding
nothing but a drawer full of diapers and babywipes. He opened his other two drawers and
found them both empty, his clothes gone.
Tommy ran to his closet and found nothing but
toys and the box were his diapers used to hide.
Naked and scared, Tommy thought about
putting his used diaper back on and acting like
nothing had happened. That was useless though,
he had ripped the plastic and surely Kathy would
notice. He could put a clean one on, but he
couldn't bring himself to play into her game.
Grabbing the blanket from his bed, Tommy
wrapped himself up and peered out his bedroom
door. No one was in the hall, and he had heard no
one down stairs. Creeping quietly down to the
front door, Tommy closed it softly behind him
and walked slowly down the driveway.
"Where are you going, baby?" Susan said
from here window.
"Just for a walk, I'll be back in a bit."
"Babies aren't allowed to go for walks, I'm
telling Kathy," Susan said as she disappeared
from the window.
Taking his cue, Tommy bolted down the
street for Steve's house. He had gotten no more
than five houses down when the door flew open
and Kathy came running out in his mother's
bathrobe.
"Come back here now, or I'll blister your
butt!" Kathy roared.
Looking back, Tommy tripped over the
blanket and stumbled to the sidewalk. Rolling
and getting to his feet, Tommy ran down the
street leaving the blanket behind. Determination
aside, Kathy was bigger and faster, and

eventually caught the child.

Kicking and
screaming, Kathy carried him back to his blanket
and wrapped him in it.
Tommy knew what was in store for him,
and Kathy was not one to disappoint. Laying
him over her knee on the front room couch,
Kathy smacked Tommy's little bottom until both
her hand and his cheeks were bright red. Kathy
then invited Susan over, placed Tommy over her
lap, and encouraged Susan to spank him as hard
as she could. Susan's light-weight slap's were
still incredibly painful on Tommy's already
swollen behind. Tommy wanted to push little
Susan away, but knew that the response from
Kathy would only be worse.
Back in his diaper, Tommy sat in front of
the TV while Susan kept an eye on him. Every
once in a while, Susan would come over and
check his diaper. Tommy allowed this rather
than having Susan yell and bring Kathy out of
the sewing room. After a few hours, Kathy did
just that.
Kathy was holding in her hands something
yellow and fuzzy. Tommy looked up from the
cartoons to examine this creation. It was a pair
of yellow sleeper pyjamas about his size. The
pyjamas had no little pads on the feet, and there
were mittens over the hands, only without
thumbs. A zipper extended part way up the back
and stopped at the neck where the clasp was
covered with a fold-over snap. The crotch of the
pyjamas had zippers on either side going from
the waist to just between the legs. The top of this
flag had more snaps.
"What's that for?" Tommy asked with fear
obvious in his voice.
"I thought you might like some new
pyjamas Tommy, so I used an old design and
modified it a bit. It's amazing what benefits you
can get from a Home-ec class." Kathy smiled.
"The crotch is designed so I can change your
diaper without even having to take the pyjamas
off. It even has a plastic backing so we won't
make a mess when cleaning up those really nasty
diapers."
Kathy laid the pyjamas face down on the
floor next to Tommy. With a sharp tug she
unsnapped the zipper guard. It was obviously a
very strong snap. Kathy then unzipped the
pyjamas, picked up Tommy and pushed him in
feet-first. She then pushed each of Tommy's
arms into the sleeves and sealed the pyjamas up.
Tommy couldn't extend either his legs or his
arms fully. The mittens over the hands had thick

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wrist.
"It's too small." Tommy said.
"I think it fits fine Tommy, now isn't it
better than just wearing your diaper?"
Tommy tried to stand up but couldn't even
hold himself up on his knees, the legs were just
too short. "You made them wrong! I can't stand
up! Take them off now!" Tommy demanded as
he started to cry.
"Now why would a little baby like you
need to stand anyway?" Kathy replied.
In a fit of rage, Tommy thrashed about,
pushing and pulling on the pyjama fabric.
Tommy tried to reach down and undo the snaps in
the crotch, but found he couldn't grasp anything
with the pyjama's mittens. Tommy tried to reach
behind him and undo the zipper guard, but his
arms couldn't reach that far with the short sleeves.
Grinning with a look of self-satisfaction, Kathy
left Tommy lying there and went upstairs.
An hour later, Kathy came down and
announced that it was time for bed.
"I can't move 'cause you made your stupid
pyjamas wrong." Tommy said with a pout.
"Oh don't be silly Tommy, I'm sure you can
still crawl. Now do you want to come upstairs on
your own, or do you want me to carry you like an
infant?"
With that, Tommy got up on his hands and
knees and crawled up the stairs to his bedroom.
To his surprise, his room didn't look like his at all.
His bed had been replaced by his sister's old crib.
Kathy lifted Tommy off of the floor and on to his
new changing table. Kathy strapped him in about
his waist and proceeded to change him through
the snaps on his legs.
"Oh what a messy little baby you've been
today." Kathy declared.
Once changed, Kathy put the baby in his
crib, raised the side rail and turned off the light
without another word.
Tommy laid on his back for hours in the
dark, crying and thinking. He had already wet
himself. The wetting seemed to happen almost
without his noticing, despite the fact that he was
wide-awake. When he was certain Kathy had
gone to bed, Tommy rolled over on to his
stomach and tried to pull himself into a standing
position.
The mittens prevented him from
grabbing the bars of the crib, but after much
struggling he managed to stand himself up. His
knees were still bent from the too-short pyjama
legs, and try as he might Tommy couldn't pull

himself up to or over the crib rail. Tommy fell

back crying himself to sleep.
Sunday, 26 June
After getting his morning changing,
Tommy was carried downstairs for breakfast.
The high chair didn't particularly surprise him.
Tommy was placed in the chair, a bib placed
around his neck and the tray slid up tight to hold
him in place. Susan was in charge of feeding
baby Tommy, who only protested until Kathy
gave him a stern look.
After breakfast, Tommy was placed in his
playpen in front of the TV and watched by his
"big" sister. After Susan decided to turn off the
TV and read one of her books, Tommy was bored
enough to start playing with some of the baby
toys that had been put in the playpen. Tommy
was given a bottle by his sister and told to finish
it off completely. Tommy refused until Susan
started to call for Kathy, after which he began
sucking wildly. Whatever was in the bottle
wasn't milk, but Tommy was in no position to
complain.
Tommy had spent all of the morning in his
playpen, when he felt a suddenly felt his bowels
move. Tommy either had no ability or no desire
to stop it, he wasn't sure which. Susan had been
watching Tommy intently, and immediately
noticed his discomfort and bulge in his diaper.
"Does baby need to be changed?" Susan
asked with glee.
Susan unlatched one side of the playpen
and began to roll her baby brother on his back.
Tommy kicked and wailed his arms about.
"Do you wanna get a spanking?"
Tommy remembered Susan spanking him
yesterday, and how much it hurt. He wasn't sure
whether it was fear of Susan or Kathy, but
Tommy relaxed and let Susan change his diaper.
Although he didn't like the idea of his sister
changing him, the clean diaper felt good.
Monday, 27 June
Tommy had drunk his nighttime bottle
without thinking much of it. The previous day
had been sort of a blur of feedings and
changings. Like the day before, Tommy was
lifted from his crib by Kathy for his morning
changing, took his morning feeding from Susan
and placed in his playpen for the day. Tommy
didn't enjoy his new role as baby of the family,
but he had started to accept the idea.
"I have to go to the store for a while, will
you watch the baby Susan?"
"Sure!" Susan replied.

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was on the phone. A few minutes later the
doorbell rang. Tommy could hear Janice and
Sarah's voices in the hall and began to panic.
Tommy struggled to stand, but even if he could
he had no way to get out of the playpen.
"Here's my new baby brother," Susan
pronounced.
Janice and Sarah rushed over to the
playpen.
"Oh, he's so cute! What an adorable
baby!" Janice declared.
"And look at his diaper, you can see it
through his sleeper!" Sarah replied.
Tommy turned red and started to cry.
"He's crying!" Janice shouted with glee. "I
bet he wants his bottle."
Susan released one side of the playpen and
ordered her baby brother to crawl out. Tommy
followed his big sister's orders and crawled over
to where Janice and Sarah were sitting on the
couch.
"He's crawling just like a little baby! How
cute," Janice smiled.
Janice helped the baby on to the couch and
laid him in her lap. Susan handed Janice a bottle,
and she began to feed the baby. Not wanting to
upset his big sister, Tommy sucked down the
whole bottle.
"I think we need to check the baby's
diaper," Sarah offered.
Sarah pulled several snaps between the
baby's legs and placed a finger between his crotch
and the elastic leg of his diaper. Tommy didn't
remember wetting himself, but now he noticed
that he did need to be changed.
"He's wet alright, can I change him?"
Sarah asked.
"Sure, I'll get the baby wipes," Susan
replied.
Sarah laid Tommy on the floor and
unsnapped the rest of his pyjamas to reveal his
diaper. The snaps did not go down far enough to
allow the baby to pull his legs out. Sarah cleaned
his diaper area thoroughly, powdered him and
pulled a nice clean diaper tightly up through his
legs and taped it firmly in place. Tommy was
kept out of his playpen and made to crawl on the
floor for the girls amusement.
After an hour or so of playing, Kathy
returned to see the children playing with their
new toy.

"My friends just came over, I couldn't stop

them," Susan suggested.
"Nah uh! She called them!" Tommy
yelled.
"Don't talk back to your big sister unless
you want a spanking!" Kathy yelled. "In fact,
don't talk at all anymore. Babies don't talk. I'm
glad you brought your friends over Susan,
Tommy needs plenty of big kids to play with."
Susan and her friends spent the rest of the
day taking care of their baby.
Tuesday, 28 June
"Can we take the baby for a walk?" Susan
asked Kathy.
"Sure honey, just make sure you stay in
our neighbourhood."
Susan and the girls ordered Tommy to
crawl to the front door, where they picked him
up, carried him outside and put him in a stroller.
Tommy knew that struggling would only make
his big sister spank him, and he could do nothing
but cry. The girls strapped their baby around the
waist and took him outside. Tommy hoped not to
see anyone, but all of the kids on the block were
already out playing. Tommy just cried in shame
as the kids began to circle around him. Some of
them just stood at a distance and laughed, other
poked and prodded him to see if he was real.
Tommy's best friend Steve even asked to see his
diaper, which Susan was more than happy to
oblige.
Friday, 1 July
Tommy awaited his parent's return. It had
been a week since he last went to the bathroom
on the toilet, and several days since he last spoke.
Kathy had removed the crib and baby things
from his room, and changed his diaper for the
last time this morning.
Tommy ran outside when he heard his
parents pull into the driveway. He wanted to tell
them what had happened, but was afraid to say
anything in front of Kathy or his sister. Kathy
was thanked and paid for a job well done, and
Tommy's parents began their unpacking. Tommy
approached his mother in her room when his
sister was out playing.
"Tommy, you're all wet!" Mrs. Angleton
said in surprise.
Tommy looked down to see the telltale
stain on the front of his pants. He didn't know
how it got there, but he was pretty sure why.

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