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Tricked into Diapers By Tammie2 I. Nancy sat on the couch and frowned as she watched her friend Sherry nurse her one-year-old baby girl. It had been only a week since Nancy's 18-year-old nephew Tom had arrived to stay with her while his mother travelled around Europe for the summer, but she was already at her wit's end. Nancy's sister was a stern and domineering woman, character traits Nancy lacked, and Tom quickly took advantage of his newfound freedom. He was disrespectful and disobedient, and hadn't even bothered to look for a job to help support the household. Worst of all, he was getting too close to her 16-year-old daughter Lisa, who seemed to idolize the boy. Nancy had already caught them in some heavy petting; it was only a matter of time before they went even further. Nancy shuddered at the thought. "I don't know what to do about him," she told Sherry. "He doesn't have any friends around here, so all he does is lounge around the house, insulting me and ignoring all of my threats. I think he's using Lisa to get to me, and it's working. The more I try to warn Lisa to stay away, the more time she spends with him. I don't know where to turn, and he'll be here for over three more months." "It's a real problem," Sherry agreed. "It's a shame they have to grow out of infancy and become so independent." As she spoke, Sherry tenderly removed her nipple from her sleeping baby's mouth and wiped away the excess milk. Softly she rubbed the baby's back and smiled as she heard the responding burp. "We've got to take drastic action, no matter---" Nancy began, then stopped as she heard Lisa come into the house. If her daughter heard any derogatory remarks about Tom, it would drive her even faster into his arms. "Oooh, you brought the baby over," Lisa said happily, readily accepting the infant as Sherry held her aloft. "May I bring her into the kitchen?" Nancy turned back to Sherry as Lisa left the room with the baby. She was about to resume the conversation when she heard a scream from the kitchen. "Oh, gross! This is so disgusting!" Lisa said as she hurried back into the room, hold the baby away from her at arm's length. "She wet her pants and I can feel it through her diaper. Yuck!" "Lisa, don't be so silly," Nancy told her daughter. "Babies can't control themselves and naturally they're going to be wet now and then." "Well, I don't care," Lisa replied with obvious repulsion showing on her face. "Pee is so gross; I don't want to be near it. I don't want to even be in the same room as someone who doesn't know how to use the bathroom. Yuck, yuck, yuck." As Nancy watched her daughter rush to the bathroom to wash her hands, an idea came to her. Her eyes lit up as her mind reeled with the possibilities. Turning to Sherry, she could see from her friend's broad smile that a similar thought had occurred to her. Quietly and excitedly they began making plans that would change Tom's life forever. II. Nancy turned off the alarm she had set for 3:00 a.m. and stumbled sleepily from her bed. As she tiptoed to the bathroom, she listened carefully to make sure that no one else was awake. Hearing no noise, she sighed with relief, closed the bathroom door and turned on a small night light. Reaching behind a cabinet, she pulled out the enema bag she had hidden there earlier that day. Nancy removed her panties, hiked up her negligee and squatted down on the floor. Positioning the enema bag carefully beneath her, she began to pee into it. A small trickle at first, she began to relax when she saw that her aim was good, and soon a steady warm stream rushed into the bag. Nancy felt she could go on forever, discharging all of the water and juice she had drunk before bed to assure a full bladder. Soon the bag was near capacity and Nancy stood up before capping it. Now, she thought, the hard part. Sneaking quietly into Tom's room, Nancy smiled as she saw him lying on his side, away from the wall. Perfect position. She knew that he was a heavy sleeper, but was cautious as she approached the bed. Slowly she pulled the sheet back from her unsuspecting victim, revealing his light blue pajamas. Nancy held the enema tube next to the sheet beneath Tom's crotch and opened the valve. Immediately the smell of urine filled her nose, yet Tom slept undisturbed. As the wet spot on the bed grew larger, Nancy moved the tube up to Tom's leg and finally to his groin. She smirked as the now soaking pjs clung to Tom's body, revealing the shape of his penis underneath. Smaller than I imagined, she snickered. Soon the flow of pee stopped and Nancy stepped back to review her work. Perfect. The sheets and Tom's pajamas were too wet to hide. Silently she covered her nephew with the top sheet and left the room. Back in the bedroom, Nancy wrapped the enema bag in plastic and hid it under her bed. She was excited, almost giddy. Although she didn't think she would settle down enough to sleep, Nancy set her alarm for 7:00 a.m. She was so close to pulling this off, she didn't want to rely too heavily on Tom's sound sleeping habits and miss him when he awoke. She snuggled into bed, eagerly awaiting the morning. III. The next morning Nancy hurriedly dressed and readied herself for her day. Down the hall she could hear Lisa getting ready for school. Pausing just long enough to catch a deep breath, Nancy entered Tom's room and called out to the still sleeping young man. "Breakfast in five minutes. If you want me to make it for you, you had better put a move on." Groggily Tom opened his eyes and began to sit up. Suddenly he stopped, startled, and peered down at his crotch. He glanced quickly at Nancy before lying back down and pulling the sheet closer to him. "I think I'll sleep in today. I'll eat something later." He looked cautiously at Nancy, eager for her to leave the room. "OK, but don't expect me to make it for you." Nancy was stern, trying to keep in tune with their strained relationship. "By the way," she said as she turned to leave, "what's that smell?" "I don't smell anything," Tom stammered. "Please go away and let me go back to sleep." "Your sheet is wet," Nancy said, adopting a concerned tone. "What's going on here?" She began walking toward the bed. Tom looked down, horrified. In his sleepy state, it hadn't occurred to him that the top sheet would have soaked up some of the urine. A large spot hinted at what Nancy would see below. Nancy lifted the top sheet up to her nose, sniffed it and then threw it back, repulsed. She glared at Tom's wet pajamas, secretly smiling at how frightened and confused Tom was. "I can't believe it. Your parents didn't say anything about your bedwetting problem. Here I thought I would be boarding an adult, not a child. Wait until Lisa finds out about this." "No! Don't tell her!" Tom almost shouted, then quickly lowered his voice, afraid that Lisa would hear. "This has never happened before. Really. I promise, it won't happen again. Just don't tell Lisa." Nancy smiled inside. He was almost begging and it felt good. She had him where she wanted him. She sneered and was pleased as Tom's eyes grew wide, then softened her expression and spoke to him in an almost motherly tone. "I'll tell you what. I'll think about it. You stay here in your wet bed until Lisa leaves for school, and then we'll talk. Don't even think about coming downstairs." Tom laid back as Nancy left the room. This was a nightmare. He was extremely uncomfortable. The cold, wet pajamas rode up his crack and stuck to his skin all over. The smell of stale pee was nearly overwhelming. Worst of all, he had no idea what his aunt's decision would be. He watched the door, waiting and waiting. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Nancy came in and sat on a dry section at the end of the bed. "Here's the deal ? no negotiating. I read once that most little boys wet the bed once while adapting to a new environment, so I'm willing to forgive you this time, but only if things change around here. You must listen to me and obey my orders. No more passes at Lisa. If you fail to live up to this, I tell Lisa about your, uh, episode." Tom nodded gleefully. This was better than he thought. Once the sheets were clean, it was his word against his aunt's. Lisa would believe him any time. His face fell, then, as Nancy continued. "I know what you're thinking, so I brought this." She revealed a camera in one hand. Tom began to panic. "Lisa's still downstairs, so if you don't agree I'll call her right now." Tom sighed and nodded again. He was trapped, but figured he would find the pictures later. All he needed was a little time. He laid back on the bed. Lisa took an entire roll of film, making sure she got close-ups of Tom's wet crotch and a good view of the entire bed. She made him pose in humiliating, babyish positions. She could feel his humiliation building. When the last shot was taken, she told Tom to get up. "OK, first order. Get into some dry clothes and wash your sheets and pajamas, then clean your mattress. I'm certainly not going to do it for you." With that Nancy left the room and closed the door, leaving behind a bewildered young man. IV. Nancy's plan called for skipping one night, and the time moved slowly for her. She was pleased, though, to see that Tom began resuming some of his old ways by the second day. His rude behavior made her resolve to follow through even stronger. Finally it was time again. As the first drops of her pee began to drip into the enema bag, however, Nancy scrunched up her nose, worried. The odor this night was acrid and overwhelming. The longer she peed, the stronger it became. She couldn't see Tom sleeping through such a stink, but didn't want to postpone now. Cautiously, nervously, she entered his bedroom. She didn't have to worry. Tom's loud snoring revealed how deep asleep he was. With unconcealed delight, Nancy opened the valve and wet Tom's bed for him. The room smelled like hell. This time, she knew, he would know what happened without having to peek under the sheets. She wanted to be there when he woke, just to see his face. V. Through his sleep Tom felt his shoulders being shaken and in response he reluctantly opened his eyes. He was startled to see Nancy standing over him, looking as angry as he had ever seen her. A split second later he knew why. He didn't need to look to know what had happened. He could feel the damp sheets beneath him and the room smelled like a bus station bathroom. He stayed silent, uncharacteristically unsure of what to say. Nancy broke the silence. "You're fortunate that Lisa's room is down the hall. The smell woke me up, but must not have drifted that far yet. You now have some decisions to make." Tom listened intently. To his dismay he saw Nancy's camera on a dresser by the door. She had already taken more pictures! Because he was wearing different pajamas, anyone looking at the two sets of pictures would know that they were taken on different days, and know that he had wet the bed not once, but twice. "It's obvious that you have a serious problem controlling your bladder. I refuse to wake up to the smell of pee every morning, and to have every set of sheets I own ruined. I can't solve your wetting problem overnight, but I can take precautions. From now on you will wear diapers and plastic pants to bed. If you can stay dry for one week straight, we'll take them off. If you wet again, though, it's straight back into diapers." "Forget it," Tom replied angrily. "I'm too old for diapers and nothing you say can make me wear them. I've got my self-respect and an image to protect. No way, no how." "You're not in much of a bargaining position, young man," Nancy replied. "If you refuse, I'll show all those pictures to Lisa to show her your problem in living color. They're pretty incriminating. Also I'll make sure all of your friends at home see copies. How would you like that?" Tom cringed, horrified. She would do it, too. His macho image with Lisa would crumble ? she'd laugh him out of the house. Still, he might prefer that to wearing diapers. But his friends at home? He'd rather die. "I'll make one concession, for now," Nancy continued. "I won't tell Lisa. It will be our little secret." It wasn't much, but Tom had no other options. "All right, you win. I'll wear diapers to bed." Nancy smiled. She had him now. Tomorrow would be the clincher. If things went according to plan, Tom would remember it for the rest of his life. VI. It was getting late, and Tom was beginning to get nervous. On the one hand, he knew Nancy was a serious woman who meant what she said. On the other hand, he couldn't believe she would put him into diapers. At 5'10", he wouldn't fit in them anyway! She hadn't said a word all day, even when they were alone together. Still, Tom was careful to avoid antagonizing her. Lisa was puzzled when Tom resisted her advances earlier that evening. She was a little put off and went to study with her friends. "OK, young man, it's time," Nancy said as she entered the living room. I'm going to bed and I don't want to have to get up later to make sure your diapers are on properly. Let's go." Tom followed sheepishly. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it silently when he saw Nancy glare at him. Her intent was clear. He was not to resist or she would tell everyone that he was a bed wetter. Tom blushed crimson when he saw the neatly-folded diaper lying on his bed. He finally decided to speak out, just to delay the inevitable. "Look, it's only 10:30. I usually stay up much later. I don't want Lisa to see me like this. What if I put it on before I go to sleep?" "Not a chance," Nancy replied firmly. "If it's not on just right you'll leak and soil the sheets again. I've changed 10,000 diapers in my day and I know what I'm doing. Now strip to your underpants and lay down." Tom did as he was told. As he laid down, his eyes opened in surprise. Under his top sheet he could feel a rubber sheet hugging the bed. He blushed again, humiliated. "Now let's raise your legs up and take those big boy panties off, Tommie," Nancy cooed as she lifted his legs, pulling his underwear off with one quick motion. "I'll just slip this nice soft didie under your bottom. That's good. Now a little baby powder ? we don't want a diaper rash, do we." Tom cringed as Nancy shook the sweet-smelling powder over his genitals, rubbing it carefully around his shaft and balls, up his crack and across his bottom. He looked away, avoiding Nancy's eyes. "Now we'll just pull the didie up over your pee-pee and close it tight. Here's some nice pink duckie pins to keep it snug. There we go. Now just one more thing." Tom looked up at her with disbelief. Nancy was holding up a very large pair of white plastic pants. Where did she get them? How much more could he take? Slowly, carefully, Nancy pulled the panties up past Tom's knees, then lifted his bottom and pulled them all the way up. She snapped the legs and waistband and was pleased to see that the panties were snug where it counted, but ballooned out from the diaper like a young baby's. Tom was so docile and quiet, she couldn't resist rubbing it in. "There, all set for the night," Nancy said in a sing-song babyish voice. "Your waterproof panties will stop any little wetties leaking from your didie from wetting the bed. Now don't take them off in the morning. Mommy wants to see if her little boy has wet or stayed dry." Tom had no response as Nancy left the room and turned out the light. It wasn't until she left that Tom had a horrifying thought. In all the rush to diaper him and in all his confusion, he never had a chance to go to the bathroom. His bladder was already aching a little. He decided the worst thing he could do was to tell Nancy, so he tried to think of other things. After a long while he drifted off to sleep. VII. Tom woke up earlier than usual the next morning, his bladder painfully notifying him that a good pee was long overdue. Tom nervously slipped his hand inside his diaper, fearful of what he might find, and was relieved that it felt dry. Now, to get to the bathroom in a hurry. He laid back, unsnapping the duckie pins and throwing the diaper to the side. As he reached for his bathrobe, he jumped when he heard an angry voice behind him. "Who said you could take that diaper off?" Nancy snapped, surprising herself at how strong she felt. "I told you to leave it on until I could check you. Now lay back down on the bed this minute." "But I really need to go," Tom pleaded. "Look, the diaper is dry!" He was almost whining. "You should have thought about your potty needs before you disobeyed my instructions. On the bed, now! As a reminder that you need to follow our agreement, we'll put your diaper back on until after breakfast. Or would you rather have Lisa come in and check it now?" Tom meekly laid down on the bed, defeated. Once again he had to endure the diaper being pulled up between his legs and the snaps of the pins. Fortunately, he thought, Nancy forgot the noisy plastic pants. He quickly covered himself with his bathrobe before she could rectify her mistake and then followed her downstairs. Tom hesitated briefly when he saw Lisa already sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. Then he thought to himself, she won't suspect a thing! Tom always came to breakfast in a bathrobe, and it covered the diaper completely. He relaxed and took his seat at the table. It wasn't long, however, before panic set in again. He had to pee badly. Lisa began glancing at him curiously as his face became more and more strained. I've got to do something, he thought, before she says something. Maybe if I let out just a little, not enough for Nancy to notice later, he could make it through breakfast undetected. He relaxed his bladder slightly and allowed a small trickle of pee to escape into his diaper. It felt so good he decided to release a little more. As he did so, his bladder let loose. Suddenly a great stream of warm urine gushed into his diaper. Tom couldn't control it, and in a way didn't try because the relief from the pain felt so good. Before long, however, he forced himself to stop, unsure of how wet he really was. Lisa was still in her paper; Nancy was scrambling eggs on the stove. Tom felt good that no one knew what had happened. Nancy scraped eggs onto the plates and they began to eat. Lisa stopped soon, however, her fork halfway to her mouth, and scrunched up her nose. "Mom, what did you put in these eggs? They smell funny." "Nothing, dear," Nancy replied. "Same eggs as always." "Well, they smell bad to me. I'm not going to eat them. I'll get something at school." Tom watched Lisa go nervously. It hadn't occurred to him that the odor of this wet diapers would give him away. Nancy, though, didn't seem to notice. She was even courteous to him this morning, twice refilling his glass of orange juice without his even asking for more. Tom decided to use her good mood as his chance to get upstairs, hide his soggy diaper, and change into his clothes. Getting caught without diapers wouldn't be as bad as revealing that he'd actually used them. Tom stood up to go, then stopped suddenly. Nancy's face turned a deep red and took on an expression of anger and disbelief. Tom didn't understand until he looked down at his crotch. A large wet spot circled the front of this bathrobe. The rear was even more wet and dripped onto the floor. On his chair was a glistening yellow pool. Tom couldn't believe what he saw?he hadn't wet that much, had he? He turned toward Nancy, trying to think of something to say, when she spoke first. "Well, well, look at our big boy now," she sneered. "Not only do you wet the bed, you can't control yourself during the day! Turn around for a minute." Tom did so, unsure if he had any other option. Nancy pulled the backside of his bathrobe up, pulled the top of his diaper back and peered inside. "At least you didn't poo-poo your pants, although I'm sure you must have that problem too. You are quite a sight. Eighteen years old, standing in my kitchen in sopping wet diapers, smelling like a two-year-old who hasn't been changed in a week. What are we going to do with you?" Tom wasn't sure what to say, but knew he had to come up with some argument in his defense. Most of all he wanted to get the confrontation over with so that he could get out of the diapers. Small trickles of pee had run down his legs and the bottom of the diaper pressed uncomfortably against his rear. As he shifted, his soggy crotch made an embarrassing squishing sound. Also, he realized, his wet bathrobe was visible through the kitchen window. "I...I don't know what happened," he stammered. "Please believe me. This isn't like me." He could see that Nancy was unconvinced, and decided to give up all pretense of pride. "I'll do whatever you say. Just please don't tell anyone." "All right, here's what we'll do," she replied. "I'm going over to Sherry's house this morning ? you'll come with me. We'll put you in a fresh diaper under your clothes, and we'd better use some plastic pants so that you don't ruin her furniture in case of an accident. If you can stay clean and dry for three hours, without using the bathroom, it'll show me that you do have some bladder and bowel control and we'll confine your diaper wearing to nighttime. If my inspection of your diaper after that time shows that you wet yourself even slightly or, God forbid, soiled yourself, you'll be in diapers around the clock. Is that clear?" Tom nodded his assent. Three hours would be no problem and he would be out of nighttime diapers in a week by staying dry. No one other than Nancy would ever know. He was a tough guy, but smart enough to know how to cut his losses. "OK, since you agree, let's go upstairs and get you into a clean didie. The clock will begin as soon as you're pinned in." Nancy bit her lip as she followed her waddling victim upstairs. One more step, a crucial one, and it's a cinch. Nancy lowered the wet diaper off Tom's loins and grabbed a warm washcloth. She was pleased to see that Tom still avoided looking at her during the change, which would make her task easier. "I'm going to clean you completely so that you can't claim later that your diaper is wet from left-over pee," she told Tom. As she spoke she pushed her washcloth-covered finger up Tom's anus. He jumped from the unexpected penetration but said nothing. Good, Nancy thought, removing her finger. He was so distracted that he never felt the suppository enter him. Along with the powerful diuretic she put in his juice that morning, he didn't have a chance. He wouldn't last half of the three hours. Soon, very soon, he would be sitting at Sherry's in a very wet, very dirty diaper. As she finished pinning the diaper, Nancy looked at her watch. There was time to call the decorator before they left. She smiled as she reached for the plastic pants. VIII. Tom sat back in a chair in Sherry's living room, feigning interest in the discussion. They had been there nearly an hour, but the discussion never strayed from babies, and Sherry's daughter in particular. Tom looked at the baby, who was chewing a puzzle piece in her playpen. If you only knew what was being talked about, Tom thought, you'd blush. At least half an hour had been spent on your toilet habits, or rather lack of them. Better you than me, he thought. Tom turned back to the conversation, which now centered on breast- feeding. He leaned forward a little as Sherry began to describe her breasts, taking interest as she actually fondled one while describing different positions she used. Suddenly, though, he sat back. His bowels began to gurgle and he could feel his sphincter muscle begin to contract. Slowly, but clearly, a BM was moving down Tom's tract without any conscious effort on his part. Tom sat still and constricted his muscle, temporarily halting the movement. He looked at the clock?not quite halfway there. The strain was uncomfortable but, he thought, manageable. He just wouldn't move much. At that point he noticed that his bladder was aching, much as it had earlier that morning at breakfast. It had to be psychological. He was just thinking about this bodily functions too much. Five minutes later the pain was getting worse. Tom began to sweat; he'd never make it at this rate. But going to use the bathroom was the same as surrender, an open path to daytime diapers. He'd have to take his chances and gut it out. To his horror he felt his bowels resume their activity. As he switched his concentration to them to halt the BM's movement, his bladder cried louder for relief. He felt first one drop of pee, then two, escape into his diaper. He had to stop it. Quickly he moved his legs together to pressure his penis between them. The sudden movement, however, released the pressure on his bowels and before he could stop them, a large, loose clump of poop rushed from his bottom. In a panic now, Tom switched his efforts once more to try to control his bowels. As his legs' grasp on his penis released, his bladder opened and a gusher of warm urine rushed into the front of his diaper. In seconds the front was flooded and the pee travelled back through his crotch and puddle under his bottom, where wave after wave of mushy poop settled and before pushing back in the direction the pee had come from. In thirty seconds it was over. Tom sat still, unsure what had hit him or what to do next. The slightest movement pushed his dirty diaper up into his crack and his poop farther up the front of his diaper. The pee remained a puddle, unable to soak into the oversaturated diaper. Tom was miserable. "But at this point I'm ready to wean her," Sherry said, looking at her child. As she did so, she sniffed the air and made a face. "Oh, dear. It never fails. Whenever I have company she messes herself. I'll be right back." Sherry lifted her baby out of the playpen and began to carry her out of the room. She paused, put her nose close to the child's rear and sniffed again. Puzzled she pulled back the panties and diaper and looked down the baby's backside, then put her hand down as far as she could. Nothing. She turned back and faced her guests. "Must've been a false alarm. Her gas usually doesn't smell quite so strong, though. I can still smell it. In fact, it seems to be getting more powerful." Tom sank deeper into the chair, wishing that it could swallow him out of the room. He could feel his face flush crimson as both women looked in his direction. Any hope of concealing his accident was gone. "Tom, could you come over here a minute," Nancy said sternly. "I think we need to check something." Reluctantly, Tom got out of the chair and walked over to Nancy. As he did so, he could feel the pool of pee escape from his plastic pants and run down his leg, soaking his jeans. "Well, look at this, Sherry. I think our big boy here has had a nasty accident. And to think that you blamed your own baby!" As she spoke, Nancy deftly unbuckled Tom's pants and pulled them down to his ankles, unleashing a powerful odor. The bulge from the poop was obvious and the pee glistened on his leg. He stood silently as Sherry circled him, looked at his diapered crotch and wearing an amazed expression. "Nancy, you didn't tell me you had a baby living with you! No wonder you were so interested in diapering routines and toilet habits. You're out of practice! You have so much to relearn. First of all, you shouldn't keep little Tommie in such a messy diaper?he'll get a rash for sure. Besides..." Sherry held her nose "...we don't want the EPA at our door. Where are his extra diapers?" Nancy frowned. "I'm afraid I didn't bring any... I know, new mother's mistake. I'll have to run home to get a fresh supply. Can you watch him for awhile?" "Don't leave me!" Tom cried, horrified that he would be left in this condition with a stranger. "Would you rather go home like that?" Nancy asked with scorn. "I think you'll do better here. Might as well take these home to wash." As she spoke, Nancy pulled off his jeans, shoes and socks, leaving Tom standing in the middle of the room in nothing but a t-shirt to cover his shame. "I'd be happy to babysit," Sherry said. "Let me just put the other baby down for a nap." When Sherry returned, she was carrying a cotton changing pad and some diaper pins. She smiled at Nancy. "Don't want our little poopy pants leaking all over the place before you get back. Lay down on the pad, Tommie." When he did so, she pulled it up between his legs over the plastic pants and pinned in snugly. Nancy looked approvingly before walking out the door. "OK, baby, up and into the playpen. You'll stay out of trouble there while I make us something to eat." Sherry grabbed Tommie under the arms and helped him up and over the sides of the playpen. Tommie cringed as he sat down once more on his dirty bottom. Sherry saw him wince. "Don't worry baby," she whispered softly. "You'll get used to the feel of wet dirty diapers. After a week or so, you won't even know you need changing." Tom's eyes opened wide with horror as Sherry left the room. What had he done? More importantly, how could he get out of it? No answers came to mind. He sat in his mess, miserable and confused, until Sherry walked back into the room. "OK, baby, lunch time" she said cheerfully. "Come on out and over to the couch while I feed you." Tom looked around for the food; he was a little hungry. All he saw in the room was two bottles of the baby's formula on the table by the couch. Then it dawned on him ? she meant to feed that to him! Only the thought of those pictures of his wet bed got him out of the playpen. "Just lay down across my lap, like this," Sherry cooed. "Now open wide for your ba-ba." As the nipple entered his mouth Tom gagged. The formula was warm and sweet, yet awful. Sherry's face grew stern as she warned him to finish both bottles. It took a long time until Tom learned how to best suck on the nipple, but he eventually finished the first bottle. The warmth of the fluids and Sherry's body nest to his made his drowsy. He closed his eyes, waiting for the second bottle. "Open up, little one," he heard Sherry say. As he closed his mouth around the second bottle, his eyes opened in surprise. This wasn't the bottle. He looked down at Sherry's warm, naked breast next to his cheek, her nipple well inside his mouth. Tentatively, he began to suckle. Sherry's milk flowed into his mouth and down his throat, strangely comforting. His embarrassment gave way to a sort of peaceful relaxation, his mind for once filled with pleasant and vaguely sexual thoughts. He nursed eagerly at first, then slowly and methodically as the milk came more slowly. He was not aware of the passage of time and continued to suck even as he fell into a light sleep. A sudden bright flash awoke him. As he turned toward the flash, exposing Sherry's ample tit, another flash blinded him. As his vision cleared, he saw Nancy hovering over him, camera in hand. "What a nice pose for your friends, little baby. Just in case you decide to do something rash," Nancy snickered. "Speaking of rashes," Sherry said as she hooked up her nursing bra, "I think it's time for a change. We can use the nursery. I converted an old table to a changing table and it's a pretty sturdy one. Do you want me to do it?" Nancy nodded, smiling. The three headed upstairs and into the nursery. As they entered, the smell of talcum powder filled the air. Before he knew what happened. Tom was lifted onto the changing table and strapped down. His ankles hung over the end. Nancy pulled several fresh diapers out of the bag she brought and handed them to Sherry. Sherry unpinned the outer pad, leaving it under Tom's bottom, then pulled his panties down to his ankles. Tom was horrified to see that Nancy was intent on photographing the entire diaper change. "There, there, baby, don't be upset. Auntie Sherry will get you all cleaned up. Let's get you our of this stinky, sopping wet didie." Sherry unpinned both sides, lowered the front of the diaper and quickly placed a clean diaper over Tom's penis. She winked at Nancy. "You've got to be careful with boys. They pee all the time during diaper changes." Sherry lifted the heavy diaper off the table. Tom could see that it was stained almost completely yellow and was carrying a large load. Sherry held it at arm's length and ran it to the bathroom, dropping it into the toilet. Returning to Tom's side, she grabbed a handful of baby wipes. "You've got to be careful to get every crease and crevice," she told Nancy as she wiped Tom's bottom. "Also, be sure to get the tip of his pee-pee to avoid uncomfortable rashes." Tom looked away as she cleaned his penis and bit his lip when she moved to his balls. She seemed to be spending a long time handling them. For a brief second he began to get aroused, then remembered his situation and lost all interest. If the women noticed his momentary excitement, they ignored it. "Now you obviously have a heavy wetter," Sherry continued, "so you need to double-diaper him. I'd also suggest adding another diaper in the front as a soaker." As she spoke Sherry placed two bright white diapers underneath Tom, keeping the one diaper over his penis. She then proceeded to sprinkle powder all over his crotch before moving to his bottom and up over his stomach. Quickly, then, she folded the diaper covering Tom's penis, placed it inside the two diapers and pulled them up tight. Out of nowhere she produced two large yellow diaper pins, pinning the diapers snugly. "That should soak up most of what he wets," Sherry said. "But you still want to be careful that he doesn't ruin your furniture or clothing. Do you have another pair of panties? The old pair smells pretty bad." Nancy produced a pair of plastic pants larger than the first pair. She deftly put Tom's feet through the leg openings and pulled them up, lifting Tom's bottom to secure them. The panties were tight around the waist and legs, but ballooned far out from the diaper. Tom blushed at how much that reminded him of small babies he had seen and at how much harder they'd be to hide. The two women now both stood over him, smiling down at his diapered, pantied bottom. "After everything that came out the back end, little Tommie must be pretty hungry," Sherry remarked. "Would it be okay to start him on solids?" "I think that would be a fine idea," Nancy smirked. "Let's go." Nancy helped Tom up off the changing table and headed toward the stairs with her new baby behind her. With his first steps, Tom realized that his legs wouldn't come together. The thick padding of the diapers in his crotch forced his legs apart and made him toddle as he moved. Worse, the plastic panties crackled loudly with every small motion he made. He heard Sherry suppress a giggle behind him. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Nancy removing the tray from the baby's high chair. It took him a moment to realize that the women meant for him to sit there. "Oh, no. Wait just a minute," he blurted. "No way I'm going to?" Before he could finish his protest, Sherry and Nancy grabbed his arms and pulled him down onto the chair, quickly snapping the tray into place tight against his body, locking his arms down at his side. Tom was helpless to move. "I think it's time to set the ground rules," Nancy said sternly, standing menacingly over him. "So that you don't get any ideas about getting out of here or changing your circumstances. You are now my baby, short and simple. That means you are at my complete command. You will wear diapers 24 hours a day, using them for all of your potty needs. You may not use the toilet at any time. Furthermore, you are not old enough to tell us when your didie needs changing. You will just have to stay in your messes until someone decides to change you." "You will also be prohibited from making any adult decisions," Nancy continued. "Which means that we will decide what you wear, what you eat, when you sleep and so on. All communication must be in baby talk, you must crawl unless otherwise permitted to walk, and you must at all times act as the infant you are. Any objection or defiance will be met by swift, and I should say embarrassing, punishment appropriate for any naughty child. I suggest you don't test us on this." When I feel the time is right, we will begin your potty training. I promise we'll make every effort to train you before you go home at the end of the summer, but that depends on how you behave. You will be a good little baby, won't you?" Nancy winked at Sherry as she spoke. "Of course there will be no way to hide your problem from Lisa any longer." Tom blushed as Nancy said this, but kept the obscenities from flowing out of his mouth. "In fact I will rely on her to help me with your daily care. All of the feedings, baths and diaper changes are a lot for only one woman to handle, as Sherry could tell you. We may even need a babysitter once in a while. "Your life as a baby will also be documented on film. At this point we won't let anyone in your hometown know about your problem keeping your panties clean and dry. If you get out of line, though, these pictures would make some amusing viewing for your friends at home." "Oh, and one more thing," Nancy said, smiling as she produced an oversized terrycloth bib with pictures of pink and yellow baby animals on it. "You must address me as 'Mommy' at all times. Shall we have lunch, Baby Tommie?" Tom sat in the high chair, mortified. For the first time in memory, he was not in control of a situation, and had no solution. He desperately wanted to cry out as Nancy fastened the bib around his neck, but held back. He needed time to think. All he could do now was go along until an idea came to him. "Now, open wide for the airplane," Nancy cooed. As Tom opened his mouth, Nancy shoveled a heaping spoonful of baby peas into him. Tom's taste buds immediately revolted and he shoved the peas back out with his tongue, feeling them run down his chin. Nancy was quick with the spoon, however, and she scooped them back up into his mouth a second time. "Now, now Tommie, you have to eat your peas. We have two more jars after this one." As she spoke Nancy dabbed Tom's chin with his bib. "Then maybe Auntie Sherry will let you nurse a little more." Tom finished the peas with great difficulty, resenting Nancy's obvious relish at smearing the food all over his face. He was relieved to be released from the chair and led, crawling, to the living room. Nancy propped him up on Sherry's lap as Sherry exposed her breast. Anxious to get the taste of peas out of his mouth, Tom eagerly took the tit into his mouth, much to the women's delight. He ignored their taunts as he sucked the warm milk. Suddenly, his contentment disappeared. All the distractions had covered up the ache in his bladder. He had to pee badly. He tried to turn away to tell his needs, but Sherry forced his head back deep into her bosom. No other choice, Tom thought. He released the flow of pee slowly but could soon feel the gusher flood his diaper. It seemed to never end as it soaked the front, then the crotch and finally the rear of his diaper. The relief was tremendous and he resumed sucking with vigor. A few minutes later, he felt Sherry's hand go inside his panties and press against the front of his sopping diaper. She smirked. "I think Baby Tommie has taken to his didies quite nicely. He's soaked. When he drains my milk, we'll change him." "Okay, Sherry," Nancy replied, looking at her watch. "Then I think it's time to go home for his nap." IX. Tom sighed deeply as he entered Nancy's house through the back door. The shorts Sherry had put on him did little to hide the bulk of his diapers and his shameful underthings peeked out from the leg holes. The pink maternity t-shirt draped over him like a dress. He was glad no one saw him as he sat down on the couch. "Get off of there!" Nancy yelled. "Babies do not sit on the furniture. This is your last warning. Now crawl upstairs to your room for your nap." Tom did as he was told. Nancy was right behind him and leaned over him to push the bedroom door open. Tom stopped, thunderstruck. Instead of the plain, adult bedroom he had left that morning, he was looking at a baby's nursery! From his perspective on the floor, everything looked large, but slowly he realized that all of the furniture was large. It was all baby furniture, scaled for an adult. Closest to him by the door was a huge wooden crib, complete with waterproof mattress and pink sheets. A mobile hung from one of the rails, dangling over the crib. In the far corner by the window stood a changing table, its shelves fully stocked with diapers, panties and assorted wipes, powders and creams. Two dressers, drawers partly opened, revealed booties, sun dresses and footed sleepers. The wallpaper had been changed from a drab green to a bright yellow with light pink and blue trim, and was adorned with dancing baby animals. The curtains were a matching pink with ruffles on the fringe. A potty chair sat alone in one corner. Tom was too astonished to move. "As you can see, we've made a few changes to reflect your new status. Isn't it cute?" Nancy asked enthusiastically. "I think you'll like it here. Come on, up into your crib, Tommy." Tom reluctantly obeyed. He crawled onto the crib mattress and winced when he felt the rubber sheet underneath. He watched Nancy as she lifted the side rail up and turned on the mobile. The sweet melody of "Rock a Bye Baby" filled Tom's ears. As Nancy left, Tom realized how exhausted he was. The strain of the morning over came him as he drifted into a restless sleep. X. "I don't believe it; if I didn't see it, I just wouldn't believe it." Tom opened his eyes groggily. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and his eyes slowly focused on the speaker standing by his crib. He gave a start. It was Lisa! His voice got excited as he saw her beautiful brown eyes looking at him and her ample chest hovering above him. "Lisa, thank goodness you're here. You've got to help me out of this. Your mom has gone absolutely nuts." Tom quickly explained how he was set up and had to go along until he could destroy all of the pictures of his baby state, and he implored Lisa to help him find them. He carefully left out any reference to his earlier accidents. "Yeah, ok," she replied with a smile. "Looks like you're not in a position to do much about it yourself. Besides, I'd feel like I was robbing the cradle if I had to undo diapers just to get a little lovin'." As she spoke Lisa playfully grabbed Tom's crotch and gave it a squeeze. Tom froze as he saw her expression change to one of absolute horror. She withdrew her hand slowly, looking first at it and then at Tom with sheer disbelief. "Oh my God," she screamed. "You're wet! I thought Mom was telling stories, but you do need to wear diapers! A man your age not only takes naps but goes to the bathroom in his pants. Gross!" Lisa ran from the room. Tom could hear the water go on in the bathroom. He cautiously, unbelievingly moved his hand down to his crotch. He gave it a light squeeze and felt the diaper squish in his hand. He was not only wet, he had soaked through his diapers. A quick glance at his bed revealed that the sheet had a wide, wet circle beneath where he was lying. Tom laid back, his head spinning. He didn't remember even having to go to the bathroom, much less wetting. It was all so confusing... Moments later, Nancy entered the room. "You made quite an impression on Lisa, little baby. I see you also left your mark on your sheets. Next time we'll add more didies and some rubber panties. For now, let's get you changed and into some dry things and then go downstairs for your bottle. Lisa's warming it up." Tom sighed, defeated. He offered no resistance as he was led to the changing table. Nancy hummed to herself as she wiped his genitals and bottom, dropping the heavy yellowed diapers into a large diaper pail. The powder, the oil, it was all too much. He was lost in an infantile world with no way out. XI. Three days passed and Tom still had no ideas on how to get out of his predicament. The one time he protested his diapering, he was left in dirty diapers for half a day. The resultant rash and memory of Lisa's comments about "little Mr. Stinky Pants" made him reluctant to offer any more challenges. Worse, he found himself giving in a little more each day. He gobbled up the baby food fed to him from a plastic dish and willingly submitted to naps and long stints in the playpen Nancy had set up downstairs. His boredom even made playing with infant toys a welcome diversion, much to the delight of the ladies of the house. What concerned him most, however, was his growing apathy toward his toilet habits. At first he resisted going until the pain grew too great. Lately, though, he voided as soon as he felt the urge. That morning he had even found himself wetting long before he knew he had to go. His diapers were wet much more often, a fact Nancy gleefully noted and used as evidence that Tommie's diapers were a necessity, not a punishment. Tom sat in his playpen pondering his fate when he heard Nancy and Lisa arguing in the kitchen. "It's not fair, Mom, you knew I was going out tonight." "I'm afraid you don't have a choice, young lady. I've got to go to this meeting and you know we can't leave baby Tommie by himself. You'll have to babysit and that's final." Lisa was pouting as she entered the room. "You're the reason!" she cried, pointing at Tom. "If it weren't for you?" Suddenly Lisa stopped. Her eyes lit up and she looked at Tom in a way that made him nervous before she bounded upstairs. Tom sat still, worried. If only he knew what she was planning. As he sat lost in thought, Nancy came into the room, bent over the top of the playpen and put her hand inside the elastic of his yellow print panties. "Wet as usual," she sighed. Tom looked at her, surprised. He didn't even remember peeing. XII. Tom lay in his crib, impatient and uncomfortable. Nancy had left an hour earlier, telling Lisa she wouldn't be home until very late. Tom was damp when she left, and the bottles of juice and formula he drank that afternoon had now soaked his diaper all the way through. The heavy cloth sagged against his leg and squished when he moved, releasing pee onto his bare shin to trickle back into the diaper. The smell of baby powder mixed with pee hung heavily in the air. And if that weren't bad enough, his dinner was overdue. Tom could tell that Lisa was home because he heard her moving around downstairs. As he listened more closely, though, he got confused. It seemed like she was in more than one room at a time. Finally, she started up the stairs. Tom's eyes opened wide with horror. The stairs were busy with feet. Lisa was not alone. The door to the nursery flew open and Tom flushed crimson with embarrassment. Tagging along with Lisa were two other girls her age. One was tall with long dark hair and a chest to die for, unrestrained by a bra under a light pink t-shirt. The other was blond and also very beautiful, wearing a low-cut top and shorts which did little to hide her firm buttocks. They were being led closed-eyed to the side of Tom's crib. "And this is the little stinker I have to stay home with tonight," Lisa said, almost with pride. The girls opened their eyes, dropped their mouths open and together began giggling uncontrollably. The dark-haired beauty regained her composure first. "He is just too cute, Lisa. But isn't he a little, um, old to be wearing diapers?" "He wouldn't be wearing them if he didn't need them," Lisa replied. "Here, I'll show you." Lisa pulled the front of Tom's plastic panties down, releasing a strong whiff of powder and urine. She then playfully pushed down on his yellowed crotch, squishing his diaper loudly. The two visitors suppressed more giggles. "I see what you mean" the blond one said smiling. "Shouldn't we change him? He'd be more comfortable, and..." here she pinched her nose.. "I'd probably enjoy his company a lot more too." "All right, why don't we do it right here in his crib," Lisa said, amused at Tom's wide, disbelieving eyes. "Toni, do you want the honors? Don't worry, Patti, there'll be lots of other chances before the night is through." Toni lowered the side of the crib, reaching for a clean diaper with her other hand. She then set baby wipes near Tom's chest and put two diaper pins in her mouth. Carefully, she inched the dripping panties off of Tom's legs and dropped them into the diaper pail. As she bent over to reach the pin on Tom's right side, her long dark hair fell in his face. He could see her breasts, nipples firm, as her t-shirt fell open. She dawdled there, as if teasing him. His penis began to grow hard. Soon Toni straightened up and removed the other pin. She lowered Tom's diaper, revealing his excitement. "I see Baby likes to get his didies changed," she taunted as the other girls smirked. "Don't get any ideas, little one. Nothing that sits in wet diapers all day is getting close to my pussy. Besides, I'm afraid if you got too excited you'd poop your panties." The girls laughed as Tom's penis collapsed under the humiliation. Toni took a baby wipe and carefully, thoroughly cleaned Tom's penis, balls and bottom, sticking her wipe-covered finger far up his ass. She then took his diaper by a corner, holding it at arm's length. "This must be the wettest, heaviest, smelliest diaper I've ever changed, and I've done a lot of babysitting," she claimed. She let it go above the diaper pail and Tom heard a loud 'plop.' "I think we'd better put a couple of them on this time." Toni lifted Tom's legs and laid not two but three clean diapers under his bottom. She didn't spare the baby powder, and sensuously rubbed it into his crotch. Tom's organ, humiliated once, did not respond. He began to feel truly babyish; non-sexual. He closed his eyes as she snapped the pins shut. "There, now, isn't that better?" Toni cooed. "Lisa, what do we put him in now?" "You've got to dress him up!" Patti interjected. "After all, you do have company." "I don't know..." Lisa said thoughtfully. Her eyes suddenly brightened. "Wait a minute, I'll be right back." Lisa ran from the room then returned moments later with a lacy white baby-doll nightie trimmed with pink ribbons. "My aunt gave me this when I was 13. Isn't it just awful?" "But just perfect for our little baby!" Patti exclaimed. "Come on now, little Tommie, sit up so Aunt Patti can dress you." As she spoke, she pulled Tom close to her chest and lifted him into sitting position. "Lift your arms now." Tom did as he was told. He hoped that by cooperating with the girls, they wouldn't notice that he had already wet his diapers. In all of the excitement, he hadn't even been aware that he was peeing. Patti pulled the nightgown over his head and helped his arms through the puffy sleeves. The girls looked at their little baby girl. Toni frowned. "Something's missing ? I know!" Tom couldn't believe what he was seeing. Toni pulled her jeans down in front of him, revealing a pair of pink satin panties. He stared as Toni stepped out of her pants and took off her panties. She left the pants on the floor as she stepped over to the crib. Her pussy glistened in front of him. "Lay back, Baby." Tom lay down as Toni turned to put the panties on him, showing a firm rounded bottom. Tom blushed as this girl/woman pulled her pink panties up his legs, stretching them over his diapers. "Don't you wet these," she whispered in his ear as she snapped the waistband. Unabashed, she stepped back into her jeans and pulled them up over her naked bottom, slowly re-buttoning them at the waist. Tom was so focused on Toni that he hadn't seen Patti remove her makeup kit from her purse. She was on him before he could resist, applying a powder puff to his face. She then streaked his cheeks with a liquid rouge, rubbing in to give his face a pinkish glow. Lisa added her touch by combing Tom's hair to a peak, then fastening it with a large pink ribbon. The girls smiled as they stepped back. "Much better!" They all said at once. "Only one problem," Patti said, frowning. "'Tom' isn't a very appropriate name for someone who wears frilly dresses, pink panties and hair bows. What about 'Tami'?" The girls loved it. Lowering their new baby girl out of her crib, they ordered her to crawl downstairs after them. Tom/Tami knew that he, or she, had no choice. XIII. When Tom reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Lisa positioning his high chair in the middle of the kitchen floor. Patti was next to her, holding a new pink and yellow terrycloth bib. Tom wondered where Toni was until he felt a firm pat on his pantied bottom. "C'mon, little girl, it's din-din time. Auntie Toni and Auntie Patti will take care of you." Tom grimaced as he was snapped tight into the high chair. Patti teased him about keeping his pretty frills clean as she tied the bib around his neck, while Lisa and Toni pulled leftover food from the refrigerator. Tom saw half of a sweet potato, an old, over-ripe pear, some baked chicken, a container of yogurt and several other containers of food he couldn't identify. He watched with disbelieving eyes as the girls dumped all of it into the blender. "Keep it a little chunky," Lisa told Toni, who was working the controls. "She's learning to chew a little." The whirr of the blended ended, and the girls poured a thick, greenish- brown foul-smelling mess into a baby dish. Lisa heated it to warm in the microwave, then set it in front of Tom. She handed a spoon to Patti. "Open wide for the airplane Tami" Patti squealed as she shoved a heaping spoon at Tom's mouth. With his first taste, he was repulsed. He tried to push the food back out, but Patti was too quick with the spoon. As soon as he'd open his mouth to push it out, she would shove more in, scraping whatever dripped onto his chin back in along with it. Before long, it seemed less painful to swallow the awful mixture than to let it keep building up in his cheeks. He gave in. "She likes it!" Toni cried derisively. "But our little baby girl is so messy." Toni lifted the bib and wiped Tom's face with it. She smiled at him as he blushed. Dinner lasted an eternity. The three girls took turns feeding their charge, teasing him as they fed. The dinner dish seemed to have an endless bottom, but finally Tom heard the scraping of the last bits. He ate it eagerly. Tom's moment of triumph was short-lived. He felt a strong gurgle in his bowels and knew he would soon soil his diapers. He couldn't imagine what humiliations his three babysitters would put him through and tried desperately to think of a way to avoid it. He decided to bold from the chair and leave the house as soon as the tray table of his high chair was removed. Whatever consequences he suffered, they couldn't be as bad as having three teenage girls see him dirty his diaper. No sooner did he make his decision, though, than he lost control and pooped heavily. Tom silently cursed his weakened sphincter. Since being put into diapers a few weeks earlier, the time between his awareness of his need to pee or poop and his accidents had decreased to almost nothing. He knew now that he actually needed his babyish protection. As Tom considered his curse, Toni removed the tray table while Patti untied the soiled bib. Both girls stopped suddenly and looked at each other, then over at Lisa. For a moment, for Tom at least, time stood still. "I think our little girl just left a surprise in the bottom of her diaper," Toni said, making a face. "I didn't know she used her diapers for everything," Patti told Lisa. "And this one smells pretty bad. We'll wait down here while you change her." "Now wait just a minute, ladies," Lisa replied. "When you agree to help babysit, it includes the whole bit, dirty diapers included. We need to decide who gets the honor. Any ideas?" "Yep," Toni said, smiling as she pulled three mixing bowls out of the cabinet. Here's the rules. First, we drink a few beers. In an hour or so, we each pee into a bowl. Whoever pees the least loses and has to change Tami. By that time, she should be a real pleasure to be near." The other girls agreed, and Patti pulled Tom down from the high chair. As he crawled to the playpen, his poop smeared against his bottom; sitting down, it pushed everywhere. He was miserable. He began to cry softly as he heard three cans of beer opened in the kitchen. XIV. An hour and a half later, Tom was still sitting in his playpen, unchanged. The girls were all drunk and giddy, and had teased him mercilessly. The air was heavy with the smell of pee, poop and beer. Tom's whole diaper area was itchy and sore, and for the first time he began to wonder whether an adult could get diaper rash. He was relieved when Lisa entered the living room carrying a rubber sheet. "Ok, girls, we're ready." Lisa was slurring her words a bit. "But let's make the stakes more interesting. Whoever loses not only changes Tami, she has to wear Toni's panties and some rubber pants the rest of the night." She smiled, knowing that the pink panties covering Tom's diapers would be well-perfumed by now. The others giggled and readily assented. Without another word, each one stripped from the waist down and squatted over one of the bowls from the kitchen. Tom couldn't believe what he was watching. Slowly, each girl began to urinate into their bowl, pausing occasionally to check their progress. The odor of warm, fresh pee drifted up Tom's nose as the sound of light splashing filled his ears. He watched as the yellow contents of each bowl rose toward the top. Lisa finished first and jiggled her hips to get the last few drops out. Toni and Patti soon did the same. "The moment of truth!" Toni exclaimed happily as she moved the bowls together. The three half-naked girls bent over the bowls, eyeing them closely. Lisa's rear end hung inches from Tom's face. "We have a winner!" Lisa squealed, and Tom could tell from the flush on Patti's face that she would be changing him soon. Focusing on Patti's distraught expression, he didn't see Lisa come up behind him. He suddenly felt the back of his diaper pulled open and turned just as Lisa poured the contents of her bowl inside. Seconds later, Toni did the same in his front. His already saturated diaper was now filled past its limit, and a trickle of pee ran out of his crotch, puddling beneath him. "Not fair!" Patti screamed, seeing the dark stain spread over Toni's precious panties. But she knew she was doomed. Lisa pushed Tom down and pulled his legs up in the air, pulling the wet panties off. She help them carefully at arm's length, handing them to a blushing Patti. Toni appeared with a pair of white rubber pants. Patti took the panties and carefully stepped into them. Pulling them up tight, the wet bottom clung to her ass and drips of pee fell from the crotch. Quickly she pulled the large rubber panties on. The other girls squealed with delight. Even Patti managed a smile. "Ok, let's get this over with," she said grimacing. The three girls lifted Tom up and had him step into a pair of light yellow plastic panties to avoid further messing the carpet. As he crawled toward the stairs, the overloaded diaper hung heavily toward the floor. Tom found it difficult to move. Only the prospect of getting into a clean diaper helped him make it up the stairs and onto the changing table. Lisa and Toni hung back as Patti approached the table. "Ok, Tami, let's see if you've been a good little girl," she said as she stuck a finger inside his elastic leg. "Oh, my! It seems like you've filled your didie with nasties. And your bottom is so stinky! You really should learn to use the potty, young girl. What will the boys think when they put their hand down your pants at the movies and get peed on?" Lisa and Toni giggled loudly. Tom knew that the sight of a teenage girl in wet panties and rubber pants changing a mature male in a frilly negligee must be quite a sight. "Now let's pull your pretty dress up so that it doesn't get soiled. There. Lift your legs like a good girl, that's right. These panties are so wet. And look at your didies! You'd think you hadn't been changed in a week. I don't know how we'll ever get those stains out." Tom grimaced as Patti unpinned one side of his diaper. She was concentrating heavily on her task, her tongue tucked in the corner of her mouth. As she opened the diaper and pulled it down, a blast of noxious odor hit her in the face. She looked at Tom accusingly. "Tami, you have been such a bad girl. Pooping your panties like a little baby. Wait until your mommy finds out." Patti continued the change, wiping Tom thoroughly with an endless supply of wipes. Tom's penis remained flaccid as Patti cleaned it, calling it his "little clitty." After ten or fifteen minutes Tom finally found himself clean, powdered and re-diapered, his bottom stinging badly. Lisa and Toni joined Patti with much applause and began a ceremonial carrying of the diaper to the pail. They all then returned to the table and carried Tom to the crib. Leaving him in his dress and hair ribbons, the girls tucked him in and kissed him goodnight. Tom heard them giggling and laughing long into the night. XV. The summer seemed endless. Finally one morning Nancy came in with some news. "Only three weeks until you go home, young man. I don't think your mother would appreciate it if she had to start all over with you. It's a big task, but I think we'll be able to potty train you on time." Tom wasn't sure how to react to this news. As badly as he wanted to get out of diapers, the prospect of a humiliating toilet training frightened him. He somehow had assumed that one day Nancy would simply end his torture by removing his diaper and handing him his clothes. Sadly, he realized that his control had deteriorated so much that he seldom even knew he was wetting or soiling himself until he felt he diaper bunch between his legs or press against his bottom. The chance of accidents at home, though, scared him even more than the humiliation of potty training. No sooner had he convinced himself that toilet training wasn't such a bad idea, however, than Nancy entered the room with a grotesque-looking potty chair. The seat was almost adult-sized, but it sat barely eight inches off of the ground. Beneath the hole in the seat rested a rounded pink plastic bowl. The back of the chair had little lambs and ducks dancing in the rain pasted to it. Tom couldn't take his eyes off this monstrosity. He was big enough to use the regular toilet and began to say so to Nancy. "Don't be nervous, Tommie," Nancy said sternly, ignoring his protests. "You're not ready to start using the big-boy potty yet. First we have to keep track of your toilet habits." As she spoke Nancy lifted up a very large cardboard poster board titled "Tommy's Potty Chart." The whole next week had been marked out on one side, with the time written in 15-minute intervals along the top. A felt-tip marker dangled from a string in one corner. Nancy hung the chart on the wall above Tom's changing table. "From now on we'll