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Tommy's problem - by The Attendent

SATURDAY, 18 JUNE

"Mommy, Kathy's here!" cried Susan.

Kathy was short for seventeen, with a gently rounded face and short hair that
excentuated 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 babysat 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 pajamas 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 favorite
babysitter, and now they had two whole weeks of freedom!  No bedtimes, no
turning the TV down, and no vegetables!

"What 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 set 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 OK 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
pajamas.  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.

Kathy proceeded to scrub every part of 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 pajamas, 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 six-thirty, 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 t-shirt 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 pajama
bottoms, the bottom sheets and his Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Turtles shirt.  As
he laid 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 splapped 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
pajamas 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 OK 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 new found 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 pajama
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, recognizing 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.  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 pajama bottoms over his diaper.  The "overnight" bulk of Tommy's diaper
was easily visible underneath his pajama 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 laid 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 layed 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
pajamas, 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
pajamas 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 to 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 pajama 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 Leggos 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 laying 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 neighbors 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.

"Listen to me you little baby, if you can't be trusted to go to the bathroom,
then you 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 pajama 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
pajama 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."

"OK, 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.

"Come on down for breakfast," Kathy said 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 babysitter.  Inside his room Kathy took off Tommy's
pajamas and pulled a pair of pants over his diaper.  The jeans were not
designed to handle the bulk of his overnight disposable extra-large 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 releave 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-of-factly.

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 put his pants back on, so Tommy
spent the day in the house wearing nothing but his diaper.


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 pajamas 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 chest-of-drawers, looking for his underwear but finding
nothing but a drawer full of diapers and baby-wipes.  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 puting 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 disapoint.
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 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
pajamas about his size.  The pajamas 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 pajamas 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 pajamas 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 pajamas off.  It even has a plastic backing
so we won't make a mess when cleaning up those really nasty diapers."

Kathy layed the pajamas 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 pajamas, picked up Tommy and pushed him in feet-first.
She then pushed each of Tommy's arms into the sleeves and sealed the pajamas
up.  Tommy couldn't extend either his legs or his arms fully.  The mittens
over the hands had thick padding on the inside and elastic around the 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 pajama
fabric.  Tommy tried to reach down and undo the snaps in the crotch, but found
he couldn't grasp anything with the pajama'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 laying 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 pajamas 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 pajama 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 drank 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.

As soon as Kathy was out the door, Susan 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 pronouced.

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 pajamas 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 ammusement.

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 neighborhood."

Susan and the girls ordered Tommy to crawl to the front doord, 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 tell-tale 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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