If You Act Like A Baby (Chapter 13 - UPDATED 10-12) -- (Author) BacktoBabyhood

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 8, 2023 at 11:23 AM
Content: This is a rewrite of one of my all-time favourite stories. A big thank you to the original author (Skippy) for allowing me to rewrite the story and for the fantastic original plot. While keeping the main plotline intact, I plan to introduce fresh twists to the tale which I hope you will all enjoy!

The latest chapter is available to read on my Patreon (www.patreon.com/backtobabyhood). I would be very grateful for any support as it enables me to spend more time writing and keep me motivated to keep going! Thank you

Chapter One

As Jamie walked through the doors of the Little Ducklings Daycare Center, he couldn't help but feel self-conscious. At eighteen years old, he was easily the oldest child there by at least ten years. He looked down at his Tykables onesie, which was complete with handy crotch snaps for quick diaper changes, and signed. He couldn't believe that at his age, he was still wearing diapers.

"Hey Jamie, what's up?" asked one of the nursery assistants, Rachel, as she walked up to him with a stack of coloring books in her arms. "You look a little sad today.”

Jamie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Sometimes I feel like a complete idiot wearing diapers and looking like a baby," he grumbled. "I sometimes wish that I could go back to being a normal eighteen year old again."

Rachel chuckled sympathetically. "Aww that’s sweet, I know it must be a bit embarrassing to be in diapers sometimes but we all know you like it really," she said. "Think of it this way - at least you can just have fun and don’t have to worry about having accidents any more?"

"Uh, I guess that’s true," Jamie replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I think you look quite cute, and far better than many of the eighteen year old boys I know. I’ve always wanted to ask you something…. how did you even get in this situation in the first place?”,

Jamie's face turned bright red at the thought of having to tell how he ended up in diapers. "Uh, well..." he began hesitantly. "I have a bit of a history with diapers."

Rachel's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? How come?"

"Well, it started when I was little and had trouble toilet training," Jamie explained. "I was in diapers until I was three, and even after I was out of them during the day, I still wore them at night until I was almost five. My parents were pretty chill about it, but when I started outgrowing toddler-sized Pampers, they started getting a little worried."

"So what happened?" Rachel asked, clearly fascinated.

"I finally started waking up dry, so that was the end of my diaper days," Jamie replied. "But I couldn't shake the fascination with them. Whenever I went over to my cousins' house, I would sneak upstairs and steal a couple of my cousin Conor's Pampers to wear."

Rachel gasped. "You were stealing diapers from your cousin? That's so crazy!"

Jamie nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I know. I couldn't help it. I just loved the feeling of wearing them. It wasn't until I was caught by my aunt Cora when I was ten that I stopped. She made me promise not to steal any more, and I tried to be good for a while, but the temptation was just too much. I started stealing Conor's diapers again, and I think my aunt knew, but she was nice and didn't say anything."

Rachel shook her head in amazement. "That's such a wild story. So you're still into wearing diapers now?"

Jamie nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. When I was thirteen and my mom found a stash of disposable diapers under my mattress, she made me go talk to a psychologist. He said it was just a phase and it was up to my parents how to deal with it. He even suggested buying me some diapers of my own so I could get it out of my system. But my dad thought it was a ridiculous idea, so it didn't happen. I kind of wanted it to happen but I also knew that it would be so embarrassing and I never expected them to do it. I mean, it’s not exactly normal is it?"

"Wow," Rachel said, still shaking her head. "I had no idea you had such a complicated relationship with diapers. But hey, at least you can wear them now and not have to worry about it too much, right? What happened after the psychologist"

Jamie was fidgeting with his crotch and his legs were gently moving side to side, as he paused for a moment.
Rachel knew exactly what the problem was, she had seen many toddlers complete the ‘Pee Pee Dance’ during her time working at the daycare.

“It looks like someone needs to use their diaper,” Rachel asked with a gentle smile on her face.

“Umm, I’m not sure… I think so.”, Jamie was hesitant to reply to Rachel’s question.

As Rachel had anticipated, Jamie’s diaper began to fill up with urine, without any warning. He had become so dependent on diapers that he had lost total control of his body functions and these days, he didn’t even know that he needed the toilet until it was too late. There had been several occasions lately that he didn’t know he had wet himself until he was checked.

The realisation that he couldn’t control his bladder was scary and exciting in equal measure for Jamie. Part of him was scared that he would never be able to get out of diapers and be a real adult but the other side of him found it exciting because the lack of control made him feel like a total baby, which he secretly loved the feeling of.

“I think someone might need a new diaper,” Rachel said in a caring but assertive tone, speaking in the same way that she would with any of the other toddlers at daycare. “But before we get you sorted, I want to hear the rest of this story. So what happened next?”

Jamie did not reply to Rachel’s comment, he was used to wet diapers and changes by now. He took a deep breath then continued to tell Rachel the story of how he had ended up in diapers.

"So then my cousin Conor finally got toilet trained and my supply of diapers dried up," Jamie said, his eyes closing as he briefly remembered the sadness he found out that his access to diapers was over. "I had to figure out how to buy my own. I thought about ordering some diapers online but I knew that they would arrive when I was at school and my parents didn’t really respect my privacy so they would inevitably open the package and discover them.”

“So, how did you get them?” Rachel impatiently probed.

"Well I had saved up enough money from my fifteen birthday. I scouted out various shops in order to find somewhere with a self checkout because I didn’t want the cashier to see me. I took the bus to the other side of town to reduce the chances of seeing anyone I knew and went into a Walgreens. I remember being so scared but also very excited at finally being able to get some diapers.”

Rachel listened attentively, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Wow, I couldn’t have done that, I would have been far too scared that someone might see me, and I would have been so embarrassed," she commented.

"It definitely was quite scary," Jamie admitted. "I was really nervous, but I worked up my courage and went straight to the baby section. I picked out a pack of Pampers, some Johnson's baby powder - I love the smell of that stuff - a cute Winnie-the-Pooh pacifier, and as an afterthought, I grabbed a package of Toddler XL plastic pants. They looked huge, so I figured they might fit me."

"What happened when you went to the checkout?" Rachel seemed surprisingly interested in Jamie’s journey and continued to ask follow-up questions.

"I had hoped to use the self-checkout and avoid talking to anyone," Jamie said with a sigh. "But the barcode on the plastic pants wouldn't scan for some reason. The cashier must have noticed, because she came over to help me. She looked at the items I was purchasing, gave me a quizzical look, then walked off with a smirk on her face. It was even more embarrassing because she couldn’t have been more than 18 years old herself. I felt so paranoid as I left the store because I thought she knew I was buying them for me"

"I am sure she didn’t…”, Rachel replied reassuringly.

"Once I was on the bus, I just couldn’t wait to get home. I was so excited. As soon as I arrived back, I checked to make sure there was no-one at the house then I smuggled everything up into my room. Everyone was out so I put on the plastic pants. They were a pretty tight fit but it was as if they were made for me. The Pampers wouldn’t fit but I stuffed one down my plastic pants, and I recall just being so happy at that moment.”

"It sounds like you were very happy back then," Rachel said with a smile.

"I really was," Jamie agreed. "I ran through that pack of Pampers in a week, and I started wearing the plastic pants all the time too - sometimes just over underwear, but when I went to bed, I would stuff a Pampers down into my plastic pants. My pacifier started getting worn out from me chewing it so much”

"So how did you end up wearing diapers full-time? Did your parents find out? ," Rachel asked.

"Well, I just kept on buying more toddler Pampers and sneaking the used ones into the trash," Jamie said. "One day, Dad lost part of a new woodworking set he had just bought. He declared a house-wide search, and while I was looking around in the basement, I heard him yell my name, 'Jamie!' I ran upstairs. I could tell Dad was pissed off about something. He was standing in the garage, where he had been going through the trash to see if his stuff had accidentally been thrown out. At that point, I knew I was in trouble.”

“Oh dear, your Dad found your diapers?”, Rachel said.

"Yes, he was holding a bag filled with my wet diapers and asked me if they were mine. I couldn't deny it and just nodded, feeling embarrassed and angry as I started to cry. I tried to explain that I sometimes wet the bed at night and wore the diapers to prevent my bed from getting wet. He knew about my previous experiences stealing diapers and was clearly sceptical but I hoped that he might give me the benefit of the doubt.”

“So did he?”, Rachel asked.

"'Not really, he told me that I needed to go and see a Doctor if I was having bedwetting issues. I tried to protest that it didn’t happen all the time and that I had been better lately. He warned me that I better be telling the truth and that I was a bit old for diapers. I was so embarrassed”

Jamie paused for a moment before carrying on with his story, “Then he told me ‘I'll let it go this time, but if you keep wetting your bed, you better tell Mom and me about it. And no more diapers! If you've got a problem, then you've got a problem. But if you're making up a story just because you still want to play baby even though you're a teenager, then I promise you, this time you'll find out what playing baby really means. I’ll be telling your Mother and we’ll be keeping an eye on you.’

“Awww poor you, I can only imagine how you felt” Rachel tried to provide some supportive comments to Jamie, recognising that it was clearly a difficult memory for him.

"'I couldn’t look Dad in the eye, I was just balling my eyes out. The worst bit is that he made me repeat ‘If you act like a baby, then you'll be treated like a baby.’ I repeated it back to him and he told me in no uncertain terms that if I got caught with diapers again then I would find out what playing baby really means. I thought it was just a threat in the heat of the moment so I never really took it that seriously but it was enough to stop me wearing diapers for a while.”

“So you got caught with diapers again afterwards?”, Rachel asked.

“Yep, that’s how I ended up here. I got caught and it turns out that my parents were serious about treating me like a baby. Ever since that day, I’ve been in diapers full-time.”

“Well you’ll have to tell me about that another time because we need to go inside and change that wet diaper of yours before you get a rash. By the way, you said earlier that you felt like an idiot wearing diapers. Well it sounds to me that you’ve had quite a journey to get to this point and that you like wearing them really. Do you ever really want to go back to normal?”, Rachel posed the question that Jamie often contemplated.

"Maybe you’re right, maybe I’m destined to be in diapers forever.”, Jamie replied.

“Maybe you are, follow me soggy bottom and let’s get you changed in a dry diaper.” With that comment, Rachel took Jamie’s hand and led him inside and towards the changing table.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 14, 2023 at 3:10 AM
Content: Thank you for the feedback.

I have just released Chapter 3 on my Patreon and will be releasing the next chapter here soon.

Hope you enjoy the rest of story!

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 16, 2023 at 8:11 PM
Content: This is a rewrite of one of my all-time favourite stories. A big thank you to the original author (Skippy) for allowing me to rewrite the story and for the fantastic original plot. While keeping the main plotline intact, I plan to introduce fresh twists to the tale which I hope you will all enjoy!

The next chapter is available to read on my Patreon (www.patreon.com/backtobabyhood), with Chapter 4 set to be released later this week. I would be very grateful for any support as it enables me to spend more time writing and keep me motivated to keep going! Thank you

Chapter Two - Babysitting Leo

As the summer break approached, Jamie found himself with nothing to do and no plans for the long, hot months ahead. He was stuck at home, thinking about ways to earn enough money to buy a car for when he got his permit.

It was then that his big sister, Ellie, stepped in. "Hey Jamie, I have an idea," she said. "Our neighbors, the Steinbergs, are looking for someone to take care of Leo this summer. I used to babysit him all the time, but I have just got an internship in the City so I won’t be able to do it this summer. You could take over for me?"

Jamie hesitated at first, not sure if he was ready for the responsibility of taking care of a three year-old. But the thought of spending the summer cooped up at home with nothing to do was even less appealing.

"Sure, I'll do it," he said finally. "I like Leo, and it'll be a good way to earn some money."

Ellie beamed at him. "Great! I'll let Mrs.Steinberg know you're on board. And don't worry, you'll do a great job. Leo's a sweet kid, and he's almost potty-trained now. Just make sure to keep him entertained and keep an eye on his diaper changes."

As Jamie sat in the living room, listening to Mrs. Steinberg explain the details of babysitting Leo, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness. He had never taken care of a child on his own before, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for the responsibility.

"So, as you know, Leo is almost three years old and he's still in diapers," Mrs. Steinberg said. "We try to use cloth diapers as much as possible, and we have a diaper service that delivers clean ones twice a week and takes the dirty ones away. You'll need to change his diaper every few hours, and make sure to keep him entertained and safe while he's in your care. Do you think you can handle that?"

Jamie nodded confidently. "Yes, I can do that. I like Leo, and I'm happy to take care of him."

Mrs. Steinberg smiled. "I knew I could count on you, Jamie. You're a responsible and mature young man, and I have no doubt you'll do a great job. We're also working on potty-training Leo, so if you see him showing any signs of needing to use the bathroom, please encourage him to use the potty. It's important that we get him out of diapers as soon as possible."

Jamie nodded, understanding the importance of helping Leo become potty-trained. "I'll do my best to help with that, Mrs. Steinberg. I know it's important for him to learn how to use the bathroom on his own."

Mrs. Steinberg nodded. "Thank you, Jamie. I appreciate your help with this. We'll pay you a fair wage, and if you have any questions or concerns while you're babysitting, don't hesitate to call me. I'm always available if you need anything."

Despite his commitment to Leo’s Mum, Jamie was in no rush to help him get potty trained. He knew that a potty trained Leo would mean no more diapers!

As soon as Jamie was left alone with Leo for the afternoon, he quickly settled the little boy down in front of the TV and made his way upstairs. Jamie eagerly entered the nursery, his eyes scanning the room for the fluffy cotton diapers he had been dreaming about. He couldn't wait to try them on and see how they felt against his skin.

He approached the changing table and saw that there were piles of clean diapers stacked neatly on its surface. Without hesitation, Jamie grabbed a couple of the diapers and unfolded them. Then he hopped up on the table, his heart racing with excitement.

He took a moment to sprinkle his crotch with a big puff of Johnson's Baby Powder. He knew these precautions were necessary to prevent nappy rash. Next, he grabbed a pair of Leo's cute little duckie diaper pins and began securing the diaper around his waist. As he fastened the pins, he noticed that the diaper was much larger than he had expected. His hips were extremely skinny, so the diaper wasn't even a tight fit. He realized that Mrs. Steinberg must have folded the diapers up small to diaper Leo, but when he laid them out flat, they fit him perfectly. Even better, each diaper was stamped in the corner with a cute ‘Tidy Tooty’ logo in blue. Jamie couldn't contain his excitement as he admired the cute design. He knew that he would be wearing these diapers every chance he got.

While the diapers might be a perfect fit, Leo's plastic pants would definitely not fit Jamie. He had long outgrown Toddler XL and was on the lookout for something a bit bigger.

That's when he remembered seeing adult incontinence pants at the Medical Supply section at Walgreen's. He knew they would be big enough to fit over the diapers he had just pinned around his waist.

Jamie took his first day's babysitting pay and raced down to the pharmacy on the bus. He didn't care what anyone thought of him, a teenager buying adult incontinence pants. He was just too impatient to wait any longer to try them on. As soon as he got his hands on them, he rushed to the public restroom and eagerly put them on. They were made of the same tough plastic material as Leo's, with the same snug elastic legs and waistband. They were perfect. Jamie couldn't wait to wear them over his fluffy cotton diapers and feel the extra protection and comfort they provided.

The next day, Jamie was eager to get back into diapers. He knew that Hazel was determined to get Leo potty trained and out of diapers, but Jamie had other plans. As soon as she was out of the door , he rushed to Leo's room and changed into a fresh diaper and plastic pants.

As he played with Leo, Jamie couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and fulfilment as he wet his diaper. It was a great feeling wetting the diapers just like a baby, knowing the plastic pants would hold everything in.He knew that it wasn't normal for a teenager to enjoy wearing diapers, but he couldn't help himself. He loved the soft, fluffy feeling against his skin and the way the plastic pants crinkled as he moved.

When Hazel returned home, she was disappointed to see that her son was wet and messy.

"Jamie, I really appreciate you taking care of Leo this summer," Hazel said as she sat down at the kitchen table. "I know it's not the most exciting job, but it's important for Leo to get some consistency in his routine. And, as you know, we're trying to get him potty trained."

Jamie nodded, pretending to understand. "Of course, I understand that it’s important."

"Good," Hazel replied. "It's just that I noticed today when I came home that Leo was in a wet and messy diaper. We really need to focus on getting him to use the toilet. Can you make sure you remind him to try every hour or so?"

"Sure thing. I am trying but he doesn’t seem that interested in using the potty at the moment." Jamie replied, trying to hide the smile on his face. In reality, he had no intention of trying to get Leo potty trained.

He enjoyed the feeling of wearing diapers too much and knew that he needed Leo to continue wearing them as well, if his own diaper wearing was to continue.

"Great, I know it’s not easy," she said, standing up. "But I really appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow." Jamie waved goodbye as he left for the evening, already looking forward to tomorrow.

Hazel worked as a lawyer at the same law firm as Jamie's mother, and both of them often worked long hours. This meant that Jamie was often in charge of babysitting Leo from the time they woke up in the morning until their mothers came home late at night.

It was a lot of responsibility to look after a toddler all day but the money was great and more importantly, he was able to wear diapers all day, every day, and he was soon used to wetting them whenever he needed. It was a strange and embarrassing pleasure, but he couldn't help but love the feeling of having a diaper fastened around his waist to protect him from any accidents.

While most of his friends were busy partying or trying to flirt with girls, he was far happier wetting Leo’s diapers and acting like a toddler. As the summer went on, he found himself becoming more and more complacent and began openly wearing just a diaper around Leo, especially when they were in the sandbox outside which was their favourite playspot.

Jamie was soon also making use of Leo’s toys, pacifiers, bottles and other baby equipment, including the crib, playpen and highchair. Jamie was enjoying the freedom and novelty of being able to use these items as an adult, and relished the chance to play and act like a child again. He was in baby heaven!

Despite being too young to fully understand the unusual dynamic between Jamie and himself, Leo seemed to enjoy playing with Jamie and saw him as a playmate. The only time that he ever got upset was when Jamie was playing with one of his favourite toys and he wanted it back. It normally only took a short tantrum before Jamie relented and returned the toy to the toddler in an effort to appease the situation.

They had lots of fun together, whether they were playing with toys, reading books, or going to the park. Trips to the park were rare because Jamie wanted to keep his diapers on and was reluctant to wear them out in public because he was worried about bumping into someone he knew.

He had contemplated it many times but it was summer time and very hot outside so he was limited in terms of what he could wear to cover up the obvious bulge between his legs.

With only two weeks left before the end of his babysitting with Leo, he finally decided that it was time to take the risk while he still could….

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 21, 2023 at 11:36 PM
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Iamnotarobot said:

I remember this story very well. I really loved it at the time. Are you going to be including the sisters, as well? Or are you writing them out of your version? Just curious.

[End of quote]

Sorry I missed your question. Yes, the sisters will feature heavily so stay tuned!

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 25, 2023 at 7:50 PM
Content: Chapter 4 is now live on my Patreon (www.patreon.com/backtobabyhood) with Chapter 5 set to be released shortly.

Any support you can offer makes a real difference - it gives me the freedom to spend more time writing and motivates me to keep going so if you enjoy what I'm writing and want to see more then please consider having a look at my Patreon page and subscribing if you can. Thank you very much x

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Chapter Three - Visit to the Park

Jamie was feeling nervous as he walked through the park with Leo. He had secretly put on a diaper under his clothes before leaving the house, and he could feel the bulky bulge between his legs as he walked.

He had decided not to wear his plastic pants because they were noisy and he was worried that the rustling might expose his babyish secret. He didn't want anyone to see him, especially not his school teacher who happened to be walking in the park at the same time. In an attempt to avoid her, he grabbed Jamie’s hand and began walking quickly in the direction of the children’s playground and towards Leo’s favourite spot, the sandbox that was full of toddlers around his age.

Leo was soon having a great time playing in the sandbox, while Jamie sat on the bench to the side. He wished he could join in, but knew that it would look suspicious if he started playing in the sandbox like a toddler and that it would be more likely for his diapered bottom to be exposed to all of the adults watching their children.

So he sat on the side, waiting patiently. As the minutes ticked by, Jamie started to feel a strong urge to go to the bathroom. Having worn diapers for the entire summer, he had become accustomed to wetting them whenever he needed to go. In the beginning, it had been difficult for him to pee in a diaper and he had to force himself to let go, but now it had become almost automatic to wet the diaper whenever he felt the slightest urge to pee. It wouldn’t be easy to remove his diaper so there was no chance of him being able to run off to some bushes nearby and the nearest restroom was a five minute walk and he couldn’t possibly leave Leo on his own in case anything happened.

He sat there contemplating his options. If he wet the diaper then he was worried that someone he knew might see him and he would be outed as a diaper wearing baby, who still had to wear diapers and the bulge around his crotch would probably be even more obvious after he had wet himself. On the other hand, he was wearing diapers for a reason and they were designed for exactly this reason. They were meant to prevent accidents and keep his pants dry.

He had become so resigned to wearing diapers and acting like a toddler with Leo that he had almost convinced himself that he belonged in them. He was also secretly quite turned on by the prospect of wetting himself in public because it would be a very babyish thing to do and the thrill of wearing a wet diaper, without anyone else knowing, was quite exciting.

He continued to consider the pros and cons of the various options open to him. The likelihood of seeing anyone he knew was very slim and if he did see anyone then they were not likely to be looking at his crotch anyway so he reasoned that there was little prospect of being found out and he may as well as use the diaper for its intended purpose.

It soon became apparent that the choice was going to be taken out of Jamie’s hands anyway. It was too late, his body had made the decision for him.

He couldn’t hold the pressure any longer and without warning, he felt a warm wetness spreading across the front of the diaper. He panicked, as he realised that there was no way for him to stop himself wetting the diaper.

Jamie was shocked at how quickly it had all happened. He knew that he had become more accustomed to using his diaper in recent weeks but he didn’t realise that it had become an automatic reaction for his body to use the diaper, without waiting for his instruction. It was quite scary that his control had weakened so much, in such a short space of time, especially given that he knew that he wouldn’t always be able to rely upon the security of wearing a diaper to save him.

He felt a twinge of embarrassment as he finished soaking his diaper. He looked around nervously to see if anyone was looking at him but was relieved to see that everyone in the playground was happily playing and distracted by their own little ones. He signed with relief as he finished emptying the final streams of urine, and felt the pressure from his bladder lift while the warm feeling around his crotch spread.

It was already evident to Jamie that the diaper was a lot heavier than it was a few moments ago. He knew that he had absolutely soaked it. He discreetly moved his hand down towards his crotch and prodded the diaper to assess how full it was.

He soon realised that there was a reason why Leo wore plastic pants with his cloth diaper. Jamie had always worn his plastic pants at home which had prevented leaks but the plan to leave them at home to reduce the chance of his secret diaper wearing being discovered had spectacularly backfired.

Without the protection of the plastic pants, Jamie had wet through the diaper and it had not held all of the pee. He could feel wet patches forming at either side of his crotch. He panicked, wondering what to do. He couldn't go home like this, but he couldn't exactly change his diaper in the park either.

To decide on his next course of action, he knew that he needed to find out how bad the problem was. He carefully lifted his bottom off from the bench in order to make a more informed assessment of the damage. His worst fears were confirmed when he felt pee start trickling down his legs. His eyes widened in panic and his heart began to race as he realised the severity of the situation he was in. Hazel had told him earlier that she would be back from work a bit earlier than normal so the option to wait until it got dark or the park got quieter was off the table too because he wouldn’t be home in time and had left evidence of his diaper wearing on display which he needed to clear up before she arrived home.

He was resigned that there was no way that he could make it out of the playground without noticing and reasoned that it would be best to make a quick exit and pray for the best.

Jamie nervously stood up and called for Leo to come over. He tried to be as subtle as possible, hoping that no one had noticed the wet patch on the front of his diaper. He also positioned his hands over the front of his crotch in an attempt to reduce the risk of someone seeing what had happened.

"Come on Leo, we have to go home now," Jamie said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Leo looked up at him with a confused expression and shook his head side to side.

"Nooo…. I play." Leo muttered with a sad face.

"I know you want to stay, buddy, but we have to go home now. We can play in the sand box at home and I’ll make your favourite thing…. Jelly and Ice Cream.” Jamie was desperate to avoid a tantrum and was prepared to promise anything to avoid Leo drawing attention to them.

“No….” Leo stubbornly refused, as he started to stomp his feet and make a bit of a scene, leading to some of the other parents looking over at them.

“Please Leo…. I really need you to come with me now. Pretty please…”

Leo only spoke a few words, which often made little sense to anyone else but he was strong-minded and it was difficult to change his mind once he had made a decision.

Jamie stood there patiently, praying that Leo would back down and follow him quietly out of the playground so that they could make it home.

After a brief pause and the threat of a full blown temper tantrum, Leo relented and took Jamie’s hand to signal that he reluctantly was prepared to go home. Jamie breathed a sigh of relief as he had navigated the first stage of his escape plan and had renewed optimism that he might be able to make it back without being found out.

But that optimism quickly turned to despair when he turned to leave with Leo and found himself face to face with his school teacher, Mrs. Jenkins.

"Hello Jamie," Mrs. Jenkins said with a warm smile. "How have you been enjoying your summer holidays?"

Jamie swallowed hard, trying to think of a response. "It's been good, Mrs. Jenkins. Just been babysitting Leo today. He was playing in the sandbox over there." Jamie gestured towards the sandbox, where lots of toddlers were shouting and busily shovelling sand from one bucket to another.

Mrs. Jenkins nodded. "I see. Well, it's good to keep busy during the summer. And how is Leo doing?"

"He's doing well," Jamie said, trying to keep the conversation short. "But we really need to get going. I have to change his diaper."

Leo looked surprised at this accusation. “I…. not….accident”

Leo’s denial may have been incoherent to some, but it was clear to Mrs. Jenkins and Jamie that he was protesting the allegation that he needed a diaper change. Jamie was becoming increasingly concerned that he was about to be found out.

Mrs. Jenkins raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you sure everything is alright? You seem a bit flustered"

Jamie's face turned red with embarrassment. "Y-yes, everything is fine. It's just that, um, Leo had an accident so I need to get him back and I have to get back too."

Leo was clearly angry at Jamie’s incorrect allegation and repeated his defence passionately. “I…. not… accident… you”

Jamie's face turned increasingly red. He was worried that Leo had identified the issue and was about to expose him so he interrupted the toddler. “Leo, that’s enough.”

He could tell that Mrs. Jenkins was suspicious and maybe even a bit concerned. He needed to urgently find a way out of this situation and decided that there was only way to stop Leo revealing his secret.

He turned away from Mrs. Jenkins in the direction of Leo, bent his knees and proceeded to lift the toddler into his arms. Jamie concluded that it was going to be the quickest way to get out of the playground and get home. He also hoped that holding Leo would help hide his problem!

What Jamie didn’t realise is that he had exposed his diaper and accident to a shocked Mrs. Jenkins when he bent over to pick up Leo.

His underwear was supposed to hide the diaper but had slipped down at the same time that his jumper rode up, unmistakably revealing the top of the diaper. In fact, it was even worse than that for Jamie because he had also exposed his bottom to Mrs. Jenkins, giving her a clear view of the wet patches that had formed at the sides of his crotch. There was no room for doubt, she had seen that Jamie was wearing a diaper, a wet diaper!

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Definitely one of my favorite stories in the world of ABDL literature. Participate in the unofficial translation into Spanish. Always delighted that well, despite being a child of the 90s, I spent a lot of my childhood in cloth diapers. The whole retro vibe and cloth diapers in the story seemed like a major nostalgic concept. I wonder if he will retain some of the kink side that Jamie had in his version? I remember that sometimes it would turn on very badly with the use of diapers xD.

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Chapter Four - Visit to the Park
Jamie and Mrs. Jenkins' eyes briefly locked before she glanced away, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that she knew.

She was embarrassed for him and did not want to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he did currently. That said, she couldn't help being drawn to the unmistakable bulge between Jamie's leg.

Ignorance can sometimes be bliss and in this scenario, perhaps it was a good thing that Jamie was unaware of what Mrs. Jenkins had seen.

He was already mortified at what happened but would have been even more horrified if he found out that his school teacher knew that he wore diapers and even worse, he wet diapers like a baby!

Jamie glanced down at his crotch, conscious that Leo was only covering part of the damage and that the wet patch had become even more obvious.

His desperation to get home as quickly as possible only increased when Leo started bawling his eyes out, drawing the attention of the rest of the playground.

He knew that it was time to go, "Sorry Mrs. Jenkins, I better get going.Thank you."

Mrs. Jenkins was still in shock at what she had seen but nodded in an understanding manner. "Yes, it looks like you better get off."

"Thanks Mrs. Jenkins. See you soon." Jamie said with relief in his voice that he had finally been able to get away.

Mrs. Jenkins hesitated before replying, "You too. Go and get yourself sorted out.......... I mean, Leo."

Jamie's face turned even redder than it already was as he hurried away, embarrassed and humiliated as he realised that his secret may have been discovered by his teacher.

Was it a slip of the tongue, or had she seen that he was wearing a wet diaper? He didn't know for sure but he could only conclude that she knew. Why else would she say that?

He started to panic - if she knew then would she tell all of the other teachers? Or speak with his Mum? Or tell his classmates?

His life would be over.

In the moment of panic, he even considered if he should go back and beg her to keep quiet but he knew that he couldn't possibly do that.

Leo continued to cry in Jamie's arms as he walked at pace back towards the house. It was only a short walk but it seemed to take longer than ever today, and felt like a covert mission as he sought to avoid anyone else he knew. Luckily they successfully made it back without bumping into anyone.
Jamie collapsed on the sofa and loudly sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment and then looked up at the clock. It was 4:30 pm which meant that Hazel would be back any minute.

He needed to get rid of all of the evidence quickly otherwise this day could go from bad to worse.

Jamie ran upstairs, with Leo still crying in the living room, and removed the diaper pins. As soon as the pins were displaced, the diaper dropped to the ground. He grabbed it and put it straight into the diaper pail.

His pants were still soaked with urine and evidently wet in the crotch area but before he could worry about that, he needed to get downstairs to hide the bottles and pacifiers he had been using.

If Hazel arrived home to find two pacifiers and two bottles out then she would be suspicious and would be sure to want to know what was going on.

With a slight grimace on his face, Jamie pulled the wet underwear and pants back up his leg and sprinted downstairs. With seconds to spare, he finished clearing up all of the evidence - he was home and dry..... well home and a bit wet!

He ran towards the sofa and leaped on to it, ready for Hazel to arrive into the room. In an attempt to cover up the wet patches, he placed a cushion over his crotch.

Hazel opened the door and called out "Hello boys, I hope you've had a good day." She then turned to Jamie "How's he been today? Any luck with the potty training?"

Jamie then realised that he hadn't even thought about the potty. It was still in the same place Hazel left it earlier today.

"Unfortunately not, I keep trying but no luck yet. I'll keep trying. Perhaps he's just not ready yet..."

"It's funny because he was brilliant at the weekend. He didn't use his diaper once.. I can't figure it out, perhaps he just gets too excited playing with you and forgets. How often are you reminding him?"
"Every hour or so." Jamie replied with little conviction in his answer.

"Well, that's very strange. Can you wait here for a moment?"

Jamie was concerned at where this conversation was going and why Hazel wanted him to wait downstairs. Was she suggesting that he was the problem with Leo's potty training? That was true of course but Jamie didn't think that she knew that.

Even worse, it sounded like Leo's potty training was going well - well without Jamie anyway - and that he might be out of diapers sooner than expected. That would be disastrous because his endless supply of diapers would dry up!

Jamie's mind was racing and he really started to panic when he jumped to the conclusion that she might have found out about what happened at the park, or she might have smelt the urine on him.

He sat on the sofa nervously waiting for her to return downstairs. He felt like a little boy, waiting to be told off.

"I've just checked the diaper pail. He absolutely soaked one of his diapers. I don't even know how he can pee that much at his age." She then paused for a moment.... "Are you definitely encouraging him to use the potty, and changing him regularly? It's not good if he sits in a wet diaper for too long."

Jamie almost wanted to laugh but he knew it was not the time. "Yes, I am. He did drink a lot at lunch which might explain why he was so soaked."

It didn't exactly sound like a convincing response. He was sure that Hazel was on to him.

Hazel pondered for a moment before speaking "Ummm, how strange." She looked at the floor, deep in thought, as she analysed the situation before she continued questioning Jamie who was increasingly feeling uncomfortable by the implied accusations against him. "Ok, but what about the potty? It doesn't even look like you've got it from under the bed? Remind me, how often are you putting him on it?", she said, as her efforts to identify the cause of Leo's potty troubles intensified.

"Ummm well, every hour or so I tell him, but I maybe haven't been actively giving him the potty to use as much as I should have." Jamie hesitated because he knew that he was being busted and urgently needed to think of an explanation. "I didn't realise you wanted me to make him sit on it regularly. I thought I should just get it when he told me he wanted to use it." Jamie knew that his approach was about to be challenged and that he would be told to start potty training Leo properly.
He hoped that he could play the 'ignorant' card. He was only young, he couldn't be expected to know how to potty train a toddler. If he pleaded ignorance then perhaps Hazel would let him off and stop grilling him. In reality, there was no prospect of that!

"That explains it. I should have made it clearer, he needs to be told to sit on the potty every hour. It's my fault, I should have explained it to you. Of course you're not going to be an expert in diapers and potty training, are you?"

Jamie was hesitant to reply as he knew more about diapers than most people, and certainly knew more about them than Hazel.
He nodded his head "Oh that makes sense, I'll do that from now on then."

"Thank you Jamie, you're doing a fantastic job with it. If you can help him get potty trained then it would be super because I'm concerned at how long it's taking him, and conscious that school is fast approaching."

"No problem Hazel, I will do my best." Jamie promised, with a reluctance in his voice as he knew the consequences of Leo getting potty trained.

As soon as Hazel opened the living room door, Jamie knew it was a signal for him to leave and go home. He had hoped that she would have left the room, so he could sneak out without her noticing his wet crotch.

However, with the door open and her waiting for him to leave, this was no longer possible. Jamie braced himself for what was to come as he stood up.

"What happened to your pants?" Hazel asked, noticing the wet patch. "Did you have an accident?"

"No, no," Jamie replied, trying to think of a quick excuse. "I, uh, forgot to put Leo's plastic pants on and his diaper leaked while he was sitting on my lap. It's fine though, I'll get cleared up when I'm home."

"Oh sorry about that. Always best to keep the plastic pants on."

She was certainly right about that, as Jamie had learnt earlier in the day. He breathed a sigh of the relief that he had escaped without his secret being discovered. He didn't know how convincing his lie was but he was quite proud of his quick thinking.

Jamie walked back into his house and ran upstairs, hoping to avoid any of his family. Unfortunately, he was met by Ellie halfway up the stairs. She sniffed the air and then looked down at his trousers.

"Did you wet yourself?" She asked.

"No, no," Jamie denied, hoping that the same excuse he had used with Hazel would work with Ellie. "Leo's diaper leaked because I left off the plastic pants."

Ellie looked puzzled. "Leo's diapers never leaked when I was around," she said.

She looked suspiciously at Jamie, who was blushing in embarrassment at the accusations being made against him. Aware of Jamie's history with diapers, Ellie was unsure if she believed her brother's version of events.

"Are you sure that's all that happened?" Ellie asked, still looking suspicious. "I've never seen Leo's diaper leak like that before."

"Yes, I'm sure," Jamie insisted. "I must have put the diaper on wrong or something."

"Hmm, okay," Ellie said, still not convinced. "But if you did have an accident, it's okay."

"I know, I know," Jamie said, feeling a little guilty for lying to his sister. "But I didn't have an accident. Honest."

"Alright, I'll take your word for it," Ellie said, backing down. "But if you need anything, just come to me or mom and dad, okay?"

"Yeah, I will," Jamie promised. "Thanks, Ellie."

"No problem," Ellie said, patting him on the back. "Now go clean yourself up."

As Jamie walked past Ellie and made his way to his bedroom, he couldn't help but feel relieved that he had narrowly avoided being caught again. He collapsed onto his bed, thinking about the close calls he had had that day.

He was worried that Ellie might tell their parents given that she knew about his past diaper-wearing exploits, but if anyone asked then he would just have to stick to his story and hope that they buy his explanation that Leo was to blame for his wet pants.

Jamie was torn - on the one hand, he knew he needed to be more careful after today's events. But on the other hand, he had become complacent, thinking he wouldn't get caught and that he would always be able to lie his way out of trouble. There was also something quite exciting about the close shaves that he had experienced.

While he understood the risks and consequences of being discovered, his irrational desire to use Leo's diapers before he was fully potty trained was about to see him take even greater risks before his supply of diapers dried up for good!

Chapter Five - A Surprise Visitor

Ellie frowned as she listened to her mother speak about Leo's potty training struggles. She knew that the little boy was having a hard time, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just a difficult transition.

As she munched on her toast, Ellie glanced over at Jamie, who was pushing his eggs around on his plate with a frown. It was clear that he didn't enjoy the topic of discussion and was eager to finish his breakfast and leave the table. After a quick trip upstairs, Jamie shouted goodbye and made a quick exit from the house, ready to begin another day of babysitting Leo and another day of wearing diapers!

"Mum, do you think it's possible that Jamie could be purposely sabotaging Leo's potty training?" Ellie asked tentatively, with a slight tremor of nervousness in her voice.

She looked surprised by the question. "Why would you think that, Ellie?"

Ellie hesitated, not wanting to betray her brother. She didn’t want to allege something without evidence but she also knew that she had to speak up.

"I don’t know, I've noticed that Jamie has been acting a little strange lately. I just thought it was worth mentioning, in case it could be causing some of the problems."

Her mother's expression softened. "Oh, Ellie. I appreciate your concern, but I don't think Jamie would intentionally try to hinder Leo's progress. He's always been a responsible babysitter and I'm sure he wants to see Leo succeed. I think it’s just a difficult job getting a toddler potty-trained. He was a nightmare, I didn’t think we would ever get him out of diapers at one point!"

Ellie was relieved that her mother didn't seem concerned about Jamie but as she finished getting ready for the day, she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

She had a nagging worry that Jamie might be in trouble or reverting to old habits, but she couldn't put her finger on what was wrong.

In an effort to appease her concerns, she decided that she would make a surprise visit to the Steinberg's house to check on Jamie and Leo.

Knowing that Leo always took a nap at 2 pm, she planned her visit to coincide with this time, hoping it would be the perfect opportunity to test her theory that Jamie had been sneaking Leo's diapers.

She waited until 2:30 pm, grabbed the spare key for the Steinberg's house, and headed over.

Unaware of Ellie’s imminent arrival, Jamie had chosen to ignore Leo's usual routine when Leo protested against taking a nap.

Leo and Jamie were diapered as usual and happily playing together in the living room. As he did most days, Jamie had just wet his diaper and was enjoying the warm feeling across his crotch.

Wanting to catch him off guard, Ellie decided not to ring the doorbell or knock. Instead, she retrieved the spare key and carefully inserted it into the lock. With a gentle turn, the door opened and she slipped inside.

Silent as a mouse, Ellie tiptoed down the hallway towards the living room. Her heart pounded in anticipation as she wondered what she would find.

“Hello boys!” Ellie called out as she scanned the room

Jamie froze as he heard his name being called out by Ellie. He had been so focused on playing with Leo that he hadn't even heard her come into the house. He was wearing trousers over his diapers but he knew that the diaper was very visible.

He slowly turned around to see her standing in the doorway, a concerned look on her face. She was looking down at Jamie’s trousers.

"Jamie, what's that?" she asked, pointing at the bulge.

Jamie blushed and tried to play it off. "What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Jamie, I'm not an idiot. I know you're wearing a diaper. What's going on?"

Jamie's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He had been caught, and there was no way he could deny it now. "I was just playing with Leo," he said, his voice trembling.

Ellie raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Playing with Leo? In a diaper? Jamie, I know something's going on here. Is this why Leo's been going through so many diapers lately?"

Jamie hung his head in shame, knowing that he couldn't lie to Ellie any longer. "I'm sorry, Ellie," he said quietly. "I can't help it. I just get this urge to wear diapers and...well, you caught me. I didn't mean for anyone to find out. Please, Ellie, don't tell anyone."

Ellie looked at her brother, her expression stern. "This isn't the first time you’ve been caught wearing a diaper, Jamie," she said. "I don't understand why you would do this. It's not normal for a 18-year-old to be wearing diapers."

Jamie's eyes welled up with tears as he begged for his sister's forgiveness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen again. I just wanted to feel like a baby again. Please, please don't tell anyone. I promise I'll never do it again."

Ellie sighed and placed a hand on Jamie's shoulder. "I won't tell anyone this time, Jamie," she said. "But you have to promise me that you'll never do this again. It's not healthy or normal, and I'm worried about you."

Jamie nodded frantically, grateful for his sister's understanding. "I promise, Ellie, I'll never do it again. Thank you so much for not telling anyone, you’re the best sister ever."

Ellie reached out and gently felt the front of Jamie's diaper. "Looks like you're wet," she said. "Why don't you get changed while I take care of Leo? Do you need any help?"

Jamie blushed with embarrassment as his sister spoke to him in a caring but patronising tone. "No, I can do it myself," he replied.

"Okay," Ellie replied. "Just make sure you clean yourself properly, or you might get a rash and smell like pee. We don’t want that, do we?"

“I will, thanks Ellie.”

Jamie made his way upstairs, feeling humiliated at what had happened. He pulled down his trousers, jumped up onto the changing table and undid the pins on either side of the diaper. He then proceeded to wipe his crotch clean with the wet wipes.

As he got dressed into his ‘big boy’ clothes, he couldn't help but think about all the memories he had made since he started babysitting.

From the feeling of security and comfort they provided, to the fun he had while wearing them during playtime with Leo - he had been able to live out his dream of being a baby. It was a part of his life that brought him so much joy and happiness, and now it seemed to be coming to an end.

Jamie made a promise to Ellie that he would keep their deal, and for the next few days, he held true to his word. He felt grateful to her for not telling anyone about what she had witnessed, as he didn't want his parents to find out.

But Jamie knew that his track record wasn't great when it came to his promise. He had a history of breaking them, especially when it came to something as challenging as not wearing diapers.

He was determined to prove himself this time, to show Ellie that he was reliable and could keep his word. After all, he knew she was right. It was odd that a 18 year old wanted to wear diapers. He just needed to snap out of it and start behaving like a normal teenager.

Despite his determination, there was a persistent nagging voice in the back of his head, constantly reminding him of his odd inclination. He tried to brush it aside, but the voice only grew louder as he realised that his endless supply of diapers would soon run out.

With each passing day, Jamie felt his resolve weakening, and he feared that he would eventually give in and end up back in diapers. He tried to stay strong and hold out a little longer, but deep down, he knew that the inevitable was coming.

Chapter 6
It was a regular weekday morning, and Jamie and Ellie were enjoying their breakfast at the kitchen table.

Jamie sipped on his orange juice, while Ellie ate her toast with jam. They chatted about their day ahead as their parents were upstairs getting ready for work.

After a brief moment of pause, Ellie looked at Jamie with a serious expression, "Hey, we need to talk."

"What’s up?" Jamie asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I’ve been thinking and it’s really not fair for you to implicate Leo in your desire to wear diapers," Ellie said, her tone firm. "He's trying his best to get potty trained, and you need to encourage him because it will hold back if he’s still in diapers when all his friends are potty trained."

Jamie felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. He knew that Ellie was right. He had been so focused on his own desires that he had forgotten about the impact on Leo. "I know, Ellie, you’re right. I hadn’t really considered it like that. I promise I’ll make more of an effort to get him potty trained.”

Ellie nodded, satisfied with his answer. "And you promise me you won’t steal any more diapers?" she asked, her voice softening.

"Yes, I promise," Jamie replied, trying to assure his sister, but with a tint of sadness in her voice.

"Well done," Ellie said, patting him on the back in a patronising way. "But remember, I'm keeping an eye on you. No more stealing his stuff."

Just as they were finishing their conversation, their parents walked into the room.

Jamie felt his heart pounding in his chest as his parents walked into the kitchen.

He had been so absorbed in his conversation with Ellie that he hadn't heard them coming down the stairs. Now he was afraid that they had overheard everything and that his secret would be revealed.

His eyes darted towards Ellie, hoping she would keep her promise to keep his secret.

"Ellie. What's going on?" Jamie's mum asked, acurious expression on her face.

"Oh, hi," Ellie replied, trying to keep her composure. "I was just checking in on Jamie to see how he's doing."

Jamie gave Ellie a pleading look, silently begging her not to tell his parents the truth.

"What do you mean, checking in?" Jamie's dad asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ellie hesitated for a moment before responding, "Just asking him how things are going and making sure he's not getting into any trouble."

Jamie's mum looked at him sceptically. "Jamie, what's going on? Why are you looking at Ellie like that?"

"Uh, nothing, Mum," Jamie replied, his voice unconvincing. "We were just talking."

"That’s right," she said quickly, "I was just asking how Jamie was, that's all."

Jamie's dad scrutinised her with his gaze. "It didn’t sound like that to me. Is there something you're not telling us, Ellie?"

Ellie shook her head, attempting to present herself as genuine as possible."No, I promise. You’re imagining things."

Their parents looked at each other, and Jamie could tell that they were still suspicious. Their mom turned to Ellie and said, "Are you sure that's all it was? You're not hiding anything from us, are you?"

"You better not be lying to us, Ellie.” her Dad emphasised.

"I am not lying," she retorted. "Can you please drop it?"

Their dad then turned his attention towards Jamie, his stern gaze piercing through him. "And you better not be getting into any trouble, young man. Remember what I’ve told you before - if you act like a baby, you'll be treated like a baby."

A lump formed in Jamie's throat as he recalled the lecture his father had given him the last time. He had made a promise to never repeat his mistake, and he was afraid to push his father's warning to the limit. While he was enticed by the idea of being treated like a baby, he didn’t want to engage in his fantasy with his own family. That would be weird.

"I remember, Dad," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

His dad narrowed his eyes. "Say it louder, Jamie. Let's hear you say it like you mean it."

Jamie took a deep breath and said, his voice a little louder this time, "If I act like a baby, I'll be treated like a baby."

Their mother nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "I agree with your Dad, Jamie. If we find out you’re being silly games again then this time you’ll really find out what it means to act like a baby"

Their parents seemed satisfied with his response, and the tension in the room dissipated slightly. Jamie breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Ellie had stuck to her promise and saved him from disaster.

As their parents headed out the door, he turned to Ellie and mouthed the words "Thank you." She simply smiled back at him, a silent understanding passing between them.

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As the end of the summer holiday drew closer, Hazel was increasingly anxious about Leo’s lack of progress with potty training. Nothing seemed to be working, and she was growing more and more concerned about the impending start of preschool.

In a last-ditch effort to speed up his progress, Hazel had decided to switch Leo from diapers to training pants during the day. Unaware of the real reason behind her son’s lack of progress, she hoped that the added sense of independence and responsibility would encourage him to use the potty more often.

"I think we should give training pants a try and see how he gets on," Hazel suggested. "If we make a really big effort then hopefully we can still get him potty trained by the end of the summer."

"Okay, let's give it a try," Jamie agreed positively, even if was feeling reluctant inside.

Initially, Leo struggled with the transition, having several accidents. However, much to Jamie's surprise and sadness, he soon began to adapt to the new routine, gradually learning to recognize the signs that he needed to use the potty.

Over the course of the next few days, Leo started to stay dry for longer periods of time and was able to successfully use the potty on his own.

Jamie watched with a mixture of pride and disappointment as Leo became more and more independent, realising that he would soon be losing his endless supply of diapers and his playmate.

Leo may have finally started making progress with his potty training, but Jamie was struggling with the opposite problem.

After weeks of wearing diapers full-time, his bladder control had weakened, and he found himself feeling anxious whenever he wasn't diapered.

On several occasions, while out of the house, he had been forced to relieve himself at such notice before the pressure became too much.

While he was worried about having an accident in front of his family or friends, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the desperation he felt whenever he needed to pee.

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It was Saturday and Jamie had agreed to go to the shopping mall with his Mum. While driving back,Jamie suddenly felt a sudden urge to pee.

He had intended to use the bathroom before they left but they didn’t pass any toilets and his Mum was in a rush to get back. He was now regretting his decision!

The traffic was heavy, and it seemed like it would take forever to get home.

Jamie tried to distract himself by looking out the window, but the pressure on his bladder was becoming unbearable.

He shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position to alleviate the pressure, but it was no use.

He needed to go, and he needed to go now!

They still had about 15 minutes left to go, and Jamie was starting to panic, as he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold on for that long.

"Mum, can you please stop the car? I really need to use the bathroom," Jamie pleaded, his voice shaking with urgency.

His mother glanced back at him, and he could see the frustration in her eyes. "Jamie, we're almost there. Can’t you hold on a little longer?"

Jamie could feel his stomach churning….

Chapter 7

Jamie's bladder continued to nag at him, steadily building pressure and causing discomfort. He shifted uneasily, crossing and uncrossing his legs in a desperate attempt to find relief. But the pressure persisted, urging him to find a restroom.

"Mum, please," Jamie pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "I really need to use the restroom. Can we stop at the next gas station?"

His plea hung in the air, the weight of urgency evident in his voice. But his mother's response was far from sympathetic.

She snapped back, irritation clear in her tone, "Jamie, we're almost home. You're not a toddler anymore; you should be able to hold it for a few minutes!"

Jamie understood that, at his age, he should be capable of controlling his bladder. But recently, his ability to do so had weakened significantly.

Wearing diapers with Leo had unknowingly taken a toll on his bladder control.

The convenience of relying on diapers had led to a habit of releasing whenever the need arose, rather than holding on until he could get to a toilet, like a big boy.

Now, without the safety net of a diaper, Jamie found himself desperately in need of a restroom. He couldn't simply let go like he had grown accustomed to.

The fear of making a mess in the car and embarrassing himself loomed large in his mind.
In that moment, he yearned for the comfort of a diaper, knowing it would alleviate his anxiety and allow him to release his bladder without consequences.

As the traffic light ahead turned from amber to red, his mother braked abruptly, jolting the car. The sudden movement proved to be the final straw for Jamie's weakened bladder, and he felt a rush of warmth spreading across his lap.

His trousers became soaked with urine, wetting both his pants and the seat.

The feeling of warmth spreading throughout his crotch was both embarrassing and exhilarating. He could not help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction at having wet himself like a toddler, even though he was totally embarrassed and knew what was about to come when his Mum found out what had happened.

"We're almost there. Are you alright?" his mother asked, her voice laced with concern, cutting through Jamie's embarrassment.

"Thanks Mum” he replied, not revealing that he had already lost his battle.

He sat there quietly, not saying a word, trying to ascertain what he was going to tell his Mum and what his family would think of him.

As they drove towards the house, she urged Jamie to get ready to run.

“Get ready, I’ll drop you at the door. You go ahead and use the toilet while I park up. You can then come back and help me with the shopping.”

Regret laced Jamie's words as he murmured, "Sorry, Mum. It's too late."

Confusion clouded his mother's face, her brows furrowing in puzzlement as she sought clarification.

"Too late?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "What do you mean by that?"

Her eyes searched his face, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words.

Jamie hesitated for a moment, his throat dry with apprehension. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to explain the situation to his mother.

"I couldn't hold it, I’m sorry Mum," he finally confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

A flicker of understanding crossed his mother's features as the realisation dawned upon her. Her eyes widened slightly, a mixture of concern and disbelief intermingling in her gaze. "Jamie!," she uttered, a tinge of disbelief evident in her tone. "I can't believe it. At your age? Are you serious?"

His mother's scolding words hung heavily in the air, a sharp pang of disappointment piercing Jamie's heart. He couldn't muster a response, simply looking down at his lap, feeling the weight of humiliation and defeat.

As they pulled into the familiar embrace of their driveway, his mother turned off the engine, breaking the silence.

With a stern expression, she turned to face Jamie, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of compassion.

"Jamie, go upstairs, take a shower, and change," she instructed. "And don't forget to remove your wet clothes and put them in the washing machine. We'll discuss this later."

Jamie mustered a feeble response. "Mum, it was an accident. I don't want my sisters or Dad to see me like this. Please, don't tell them what happened," he pleaded, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and a desperate desire to shield himself from further embarrassment.

His mother's expression softened slightly, the sternness giving way to a glimmer of understanding. "Well, I suggest you go upstairs quickly and hope they're not home yet," she said, her voice gentle. "While you sort yourself out, I'll try to clean this mess up."

Jamie nodded gratefully, relief flooding over him. He opened the car door, the weight of embarrassment and shame heavy on his shoulders, and hurried toward the house as fast as his legs could carry him.

As Jamie ascended the staircase, each step seemed to feel harder than normal. The fear of leaving wet footprints behind making him tread lightly.

As he finally reached the bathroom, Jamie closed the door behind him, shutting out the outside world. He stood before the mirror, his reflection staring back at him, a silent witness to his inner turmoil. Taking a deep breath, he resolved to wash away the shame that clung to him, both literally and figuratively.

The hot water cascading from the shower head provided both physical and emotional comfort as Jamie stood beneath its cleansing stream.

As the droplets washed away the evidence of his accident, his mind continued to replay the incident on a loop.

Downstairs, Jamie's mother was armed with towels and cleaning solution, determined to erase the evidence of the accident from the car seat.

She scrubbed vigorously, the persistent stain testing her patience but fuelled by a mix of determination and a mother's unconditional love, she continued to persist.

Despite her best efforts, she could only succeed in eliminating a significant portion of the discolouration that marred the car seat.

The faint but persistent odour of urine continued to cling tenaciously to the air, an unwelcome reminder of the unfortunate mishap that had unfolded within the confines of the vehicle.

Sighing with resignation, she closed the car door, resigned to the fact that she could not fully destroy the evidence of Jamie’s accident.

As she turned to walk inside, her husband’s car pulled up. She waved and quickly headed inside,, carrying the cleaning supplies with her as she called up to Jamie, notifying him of their arrival home.

"Jamie, are you alright? Your father and sisters just got home," his mother called out, concern evident in her voice.

"I'm fine, Mum. I'll be out in a minute," Jamie replied, his voice muffled by the sound of running water.

With each passing second, Jamie's heart raced faster.

He finished his shower, stepped out of the bathroom, and opened the door to face his family, uncertainty gnawing at him.

"Feeling better now?" his mother asked gently, her voice a lifeline amidst the storm of emotions.

"Yeah, I guess so," Jamie replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of relief and trepidation.

"Jamie," she began, her voice filled with genuine concern. "I'm concerned. It's not normal to have accidents like this at your age."

Jamie's gaze fixated on his hands, reluctant to divulge the truth. But his mother's persistence broke through his defences.

"Jamie," she persisted, her voice gentle yet firm. "You need to tell me what's going on."

Summoning his courage, Jamie took a deep breath and confessed, "I don't know. I just couldn't seem to control it."

His mother nodded understandingly, acknowledging the vulnerability in Jamie's admission. "We need to figure out what's happening. We'll make an appointment with the doctor next week."

"It won't happen again. I just don't want anyone else to find out," Jamie pleaded, his voice laced with a mixture of fear and desperation.

His mother squeezed his hand, her touch a reassurance. "Don't worry," she whispered, her voice filled with compassion. "I won't say anything. It'll be our secret, but no more accidents, Jamie. You're too old for this."

Jamie nodded, a sense of gratitude swelling within him. The weight of his secret felt a little lighter, knowing that his mother would not tell anyone else.

Concerned about the wet clothes, his mother asked, "Where are your wet clothes?"

"Sorry, Mum. I forgot to take them downstairs," Jamie replied, his unease palpable.

"It's alright, I'll put them in the washing machine. You go and get dressed," his mother said, rising from the bed's edge.

As she picked up the damp clothes and made her way downstairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was nearly knocked over by Ellie who burst through the front door, a sense of urgency radiating from her.

"Mum, where are the car keys? I think I dropped my phone under the seat, and I really need to find it!" Ellie exclaimed, her voice laced with an undeniable urgency.

Her mother, wanting to shield Jamie's recent accident from Ellie's knowledge, attempted to dismiss her request. "Oh, Ellie, can it wait? I just cleaned the car, and it's still wet. Besides, I'm sure your phone will turn up later."

But Ellie remained insistent, her determination evident in her voice. "No, Mum, I really need to find it now. It's important."

Her mother sighed, realising that Ellie would not be easily deterred. "Alright, fine. I'll get you the keys."
As Ellie's mother retrieved the car keys, Ellie couldn't help but notice a flicker of unease in her mother's expression. Something didn't quite add up.

As Ellie reached to take the keys, her mother interjected, "Wait, Ellie. Let me do it. You stay here."

Perplexed by her mother's odd behaviour, Ellie furrowed her brows. "Why? What's the big deal? I just need to check under the seat."

Her mother hesitated for a moment, knowing that Jamie’s secret would be revealed as soon as she opened the car seat. "It's just... I just cleaned the car, and it's wet. I don't want you to get your clothes dirty."

Ellie's eyes widened with surprise. "But Mum, you never clean the car. Why are you suddenly so worried about it?"

Her mother avoided her gaze, her voice tinged with guilt. "Well, I just thought it needed a good clean. Now, let me handle it, alright?"

Perplexed at her mother's evasive response, Ellie stood by the side of the car, observing intently. Impatience welled up within her as time ticked by without any sign of her lost phone.

Determined to find it, she circled around to the other side and opened the car door, undeterred by her Mum’s request to wait outside who was on the floor, looking under the seat, unaware of her daughters movements.

"Ellie, please stop!" her mother pleaded, but her words fell on deaf ears.

A repugnant odour assaulted Ellie's nostrils, and her senses recoiled in disgust. It was the unmistakable stench of urine, permeating the car's interior.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively recoiled from the offensive scent. "Ewwwww! What on earth happened to the car? It smells like... like someone peed in it."

Her mother's heart sank, and she searched for the right words to explain.

"Promise me you won't say anything," her mother implored, a note of urgency in her voice.

"Of course, Mum. But what really happened?" Ellie replied, her curiosity piqued.

"Jamie had an accident on the way home from the mall. He wet himself," her mother admitted, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Are you serious?" Ellie exclaimed, her disbelief evident.

"Yes, but Jamie is incredibly embarrassed about it. That's why I need you to promise me you won't tell your sister or your father. I assured him that no one would find out," her mother explained, her voice filled with concern.

"I won't say a word, Mum," Ellie replied, her tone tinged with intrigue, leaving her mother curious and apprehensive about what her daughter was about to say next.

"Thank you Ellie."

“But...... there’s something that I need to tell you about Jamie."

Chapter 8

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the front yard where Ellie and her Mum stood. Ellie had a resolute look on her face, while her Mum looked puzzled.

"Mum," Ellie began, "there's a reason Leo was struggling with his potty training. It was Jamie's fault."

Her Mum furrowed her brows. "What do you mean, Ellie? Are you saying that Jamie was deliberately sabotaging Leo's potty training? Why would he do that?"

Just as the tension was building, the door swung open, and Jamie stepped out, having just changed into dry clothes. He saw his Mum and Ellie talking outside and felt a pang of worry in his chest.

Sensing that there was something wrong, he looked nervously at his Mum and then back at Ellie. He knew he was in trouble and that he had to prevent his secret from getting out.

"What's the problem?" Jamie asked, feigning innocence as he joined them.

Their Mum turned her attention to Jamie. "Ellie just mentioned that you have been sabotaging Leo's potty training. Is this true? Are you deliberating doing it as you want him to stay in diapers?"

Jamie's eyes widened, panic creeping into his expression. He looked at Ellie with an unspoken plea, begging her not to reveal the truth. Ellie felt a mix of emotions; she knew that she had to stop Jamie's behaviour, but she also couldn't bear to see him in such distress and contemplated if he deserved one last chance to prove himself, knowing the potential consequences that awaited him, if their parents discovered the truth about what he had been doing.

"I... I might have been a bit lazy about it," Jamie admitted, his voice small. "I didn't always take Leo to the potty when I should have. But it's not like I was deliberately sabotaging his potty training or anything."

Ellie hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement with Jamie's story. "Yeah, that's what I meant, Mum. Jamie wasn't being very responsible with Leo's potty training. It wasn't until I went around and checked that things started to change. I just thought you should know."

Their Mum sighed, looking between the two of them sceptically. "Well, Jamie, you should know better. I hope that's the truth and you're not lying to me as you two have been acting very suspiciously lately. If you can't look after Leo like an adult and be responsible then maybe it would be best if you stopped babysitting him from now on."

Jamie sighed in relief, realising Ellie had covered for him but was now worried that his access to Leo's baby supplies was at risk. He turned to his Mum. "I'm sorry, Mum. I know I messed up, but I've learned my lesson. I've been really responsible and helpful with Leo's potty training lately, which is why he's doing so well now."

Their Mum's suspicion lingered, but she seemed to accept Jamie's explanation for now. "I need to think about it and decide what to do. Given that Hazel and I are going out tonight, I assume you can be trusted to be responsible this evening because it will be too late to find another babysitter at this short notice. If you can show me that you are responsible and you have learnt your lesson then perhaps I will hold off telling Hazel but at this moment in time, I'm very cross at you Jamie and I think I owe it to her to let her know why Leo has struggled with his potty training and let her decide if she wants to give you another chance or not."

Realising that there was little he could say to make the situation better, Jamie decided to keep quiet and just nodded his head.

After a brief look at Ellie, his Mum turned back to Jamie with a serious look on her face and gave him a stern warning, "Just remember, if I find out you've been sneaking diapers or causing any more trouble, you'll be the one wearing them. If you act like a baby, you'll be treated like one. That means no more accidents too!"

Jamie's heart skipped a beat as he processed his Mum's words. Despite the earlier promise, it was clear that Ellie knew about his accident. Panic flashed in his eyes, and he shot Ellie a glance filled with worry. He was relieved that his sister hadn't revealed his secret, but he also knew that his close call had exposed just how vulnerable his secret was.

The conversation came to an end, and their Mum went back inside, leaving Jamie and Ellie alone in the front yard. Jamie turned to Ellie with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "Thanks for covering for me, Ellie. You are the best."

Ellie looked at her little brother, a soft smile on her face. "You're a lucky boy, Jamie. But I'm warning you too. I'm done covering. You're nearly an adult. You can't be wetting yourself. I assume that you have been wearing diapers so much that you have become used to it and weakened your bladder.... I mean, you weren't exactly ever great at holding your pee given the amount of times we had to stop every time we go on a road trip so no more diapers! Promise me."

Jamie nodded earnestly. "I promise, Ellie. And... thanks again."

As they shared a moment of sibling understanding, the sun started to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the yard.

Jamie knew his secret had been dangerously close to being revealed and he was on his last chance so he would have to be more careful in the future, if he wanted to avoid the consequences that would await him, if he was ever found out.

Despite the promises he had made to his sister and mother, he was battling the urge inside him to use Leo's supplies one last time.

He reasoned that this might be his final opportunity, if his mum told Hazel about his attempts to sabotage Leo's potty training. Even if she didn't tell her, Leo's need for diapers was nearly over.

While he knew that he shouldn't, tonight represented the perfect opportunity for one final chance to act like a baby. Ellie was going to be out with her friends, Leo would be tucked up in bed and his Mum and Hazel were going to be out all evening.

As long as he was careful, there was no chance anyone would find out. Or so he thought....

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Aug 25, 2023 at 11:51 PM
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I am afraid that I missed a chapter when posting the story on here. I have now posted the missing chapter 4 and I have also released Chapter 8.

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Timestamp: Sep 9, 2023 at 5:58 PM
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Chapter 9

"Jamie! Hurry up! We need to head over to the Steinbergs!" Jamie's mother's voice echoed up the stairs, a note of urgency in her tone.

Jamie was in his room, lost in thought about what it was going to feel like to be back in diapers, when his mother's shout snapped him back to reality.

He quickly abandoned his daydreams, in favour of the reality that awaited him and ran downstairs with a burst of enthusiasm.

"I'm ready, Mom!" Jamie announced, his excitement palpable.

His mother smiled warmly at him. "Great, Jamie! Hazel and I won’t be back till at least 11pm and both your sisters and Dad are busy tonight. Are you sure you’ll be ok with Leo?"

Jamie's eyes lit up. Everything was set up for him to have one last chance at embracing a world of babyhood and indulgence that he secretly cherished.

“Sure Mum, I’ll be fine.”, he replied confidently.

As Jamie and his mother prepared to leave, she reached into the cupboard, retrieving an object that caught Jamie's attention. He eyed it curiously. "Hey, Mom, what's that you've got there?"

His mother's lips curved into a secretive smile. "Oh, it's just something for Hazel. Don't worry about it, Jamie."

Jamie's curiosity was piqued, but his mother's next words brought him back to the task at hand. "Come on, sweetie, let's get moving. We don't want to be late."

Without further ado, they headed over to the Steinbergs' house. As they arrived, Hazel greeted them with a warm smile.

"Hey, Jamie! Thanks for doing this," Hazel said appreciatively.

Jamie nodded enthusiastically. "No problem at all, Hazel," he replied. “I’m always excited to spend time with Leo."

His mother looked at him with doubt in her eyes, causing Jamie to swiftly avert his gaze, hoping to evade her penetrating stare. Aware of his mother's suspicions regarding his activities with Leo, he tried to appear innocent, knowing that she lacked concrete evidence to prove otherwise.

"Jamie, Leo is upstairs and ready for bed," Hazel mentioned, her tone tinged with concern as she spoke about leaving her young son for the evening. "I've changed him for the night and read him a story, so hopefully, he'll be well-behaved for you. Should I come with you just to bid him goodbye and make sure everything is alright?"

“Sure.”, Jamie responded, as he followed Hazel upstairs to Leo’s room.

While Jamie was occupied upstairs with Hazel, his mother took the opportunity to go into the living room. With a subtle smile, she placed the small object she had brought from home on a shelf tucked away in the corner of the room, and hid it amidst various items that were on display.

She stepped back, assessing the object from a distance, her satisfaction evident. Retrieving her phone from her trouser pocket, she tapped a few times, briefly inspecting the screen before returning the device to her pocket.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs signalled Jamie and Hazel's return. She retreated back to the front door, preemptively offering an explanation to avoid revealing her real reason for entering the living room.

"I was just admiring what you've done with the front room," she remarked. "The new carpet looks wonderful. I'm sure you're thrilled with it.”

"Thank you, I am very pleased with how it turned out. Although, I can't help but wonder if it was worth it. Just a day or two after we had the carpet fitted, Leo had an accident and ended up leaking all over it so there's already a huge pee stain on it," Hazel said with a mix of exasperation and humour.

Unbeknownst to Hazel, the true culprit behind the incident wasn't Leo. Rather, it was Jamie who had inadvertently caused the carpet mishap. He had forgotten to put on a pair of plastic pants, leading to his diaper succumbing to the substantial wetting he had subjected it to.

He wasn’t sure why but he found the conversation very amusing. Jamie attempted to suppress the urge to burst into laughter, feeling his facial muscles twitch into a smile. Fully aware that it wasn't a suitable moment to laugh, and not wanting to raise suspicions with Hazel or his Mum, he clenched his teeth and tightened his cheek muscles, striving to conceal any trace of amusement that might betray him.

Hazel turned to the stairs and grabbed her coat. With that, Hazel was ready to leave for her evening out with Jamie's mother. As they headed to the door, Hazel turned to him. "Okay, Jamie, do you have everything you need? Any problems, you have my number so just give me a call. Ok?!"

"Thanks! I'll be just fine," Jamie replied confidently, wishing for them to leave as soon as possible so that he could descend back into babyhood."

“Goodnight, Jamie. Behave yourself and keep in mind our earlier conversation," his mother advised, her cautionary words nudging Jamie's conscience and causing him to momentarily reevaluate his intentions. However, his fleeting moment of reflection was swiftly overshadowed by his overwhelming yearning to return to wearing diapers.

As Hazel and Jamie's mother departed, Jamie waited at the door to see the car turn out of the street. As soon as it was out of sight, he was straight up the stairs to Leo's room, where the diapers and plastic pants were kept. He had expected Leo to still be awake but he was relieved to enter the room and find the toddler fast asleep, leaving him with free rein to act however he wanted without anyone seeing.

Leo looked very peaceful as he lay in his crib, with just a diaper on, contently sucking the pacifier in his mouth. Hazel had double diapered him which was not something that Jamie had seen before but then again he had never been with his little friend at nighttime. He drew the conclusion that Leo was still heavily wetting through the night which was good news for Jamie as it meant that his supply of diapers might last longer than originally anticipated, if Leo continued to wet the bed and need diapers, even if he was dry during the daytime.

With Leo wearing his nighttime double diapers, Jamie opted to go one better and put three diapers on himself. He wanted to feel just like a baby who had to waddle down the stairs because of the thickness of the padding in his crotch area. He pondered whether Hazel might question the additional three soiled diapers, but a quick glance at the diaper pail and the ample diaper supply led him to believe she would probably not connect the dots.

Determined to immerse himself fully in the baby experience for the night, Jamie climbed onto Leo's changing table. With a sprinkle of delicate baby powder, he prepared for the diapering process. Gazing at Leo, he couldn't help but wish for a moment that their roles were reversed. He longed to occupy the crib like his little friend, yet for tonight, he resigned himself to a diaper change on the changing table and utilising the various baby items at his disposal.

Having adeptly secured the pinned diapers, Jamie proceeded to draw a pair of plastic pants up his legs, ensuring a snug fit to avoid a recurrence of the carpet incident. He harboured grand intentions of soaking his diapers tonight, as babies do—after all, babies can’t control themselves and that’s why they need diapers and tonight he was determined to apply that same logic to himself.

He looked down at his clothes that were now scattered across the floor. If Leo was only wearing a diaper then that’s what Jamie would do too - he wanted to emulate the appearance of an actual baby and feel as little as he possibly could.

In view of recent events, he knew that he needed to be prepared for unforeseen visitors though. He took his clothes downstairs with him, just in case he had to quickly get dressed. He also checked that the front door was definitely locked.

Executing the final step of his plan, he embarked on a strategic crawl from the hallway to the living room. Although crawling served as another infantile gesture he was fulfilling tonight, it was actually a plan to minimise the risk of being spotted by passersby should they happen to peer into the living room, as he was preparing to draw the curtains and secure the privacy he desired. The curtains were too heavy to be drawn from the floor and felt like they could rip so he knew that he would have to momentarily stand up to pull them together.

In a sensible state of mind, Jamie would have readily put on some clothes for the fleeting seconds his diaper might be visible to passersby outside the house. However, tonight he had no inclination to adhere to rational, adult behaviour.

His aim was to emulate a baby's actions, rejecting any semblance of grown-up attire. The thrill of potential exposure also delivered an unconventional rush. While his biggest fear was being caught, a peculiar excitement coursed through him at the thought of the danger of being seen wearing just a diaper by a passerby.

After crawling into position, Jamie cautiously peered out the window to ascertain if anyone was walking by —he knew that any onlooker would undoubtedly have an unobstructed view of him. Confident that he couldn’t see anyone outside and that he had a window of opportunity, he braced himself for action, fully aware that he would need to draw the curtains as quickly as possible to limit the risk of being seen.

As he rose to his feet, ready to yank the curtains shut, his eyes bulged as he realised that there was someone walking past the window, looking directly at him. They could obviously see him, standing there wearing just a diaper.

As he looked more closely, he froze in shock as he realised who was looking back at him…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Sep 9, 2023 at 11:41 PM
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kerry said:

Should be Leo

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Thanks Kerry

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Chapter 10

He couldn’t believe his bad luck.

Of all the people it could have been? Of all the times she could have been walking by the Steinbergs’ house? What were the chances?

Mrs Jenkins was staring directly at Jamie with a look of shock on her face. It had only been a short while ago that his diaper wearing had been exposed to her at the park. Now, any prospect of her thinking that was a one-off was now fully extinguished.

After a brief interval that felt interminable to Jamie, he managed to tear his gaze away from his teacher and swiftly drew the curtains, obscuring Mrs. Jenkins from view.

The prospect of a potential knock at the door to grill Jamie about his diaper wearing filled him with dread as he contemplated the implications of what had just happened.

Despite the turmoil within, he managed to pause for a minute or two, taking deep breaths to compose himself, before cautiously peering out the curtains to see if Mrs. Jenkins was still lingering outside.

To his relief, he could not see her. Though consumed by panic and anxiety about the impending fallout, Jamie recognized that there was little he could do at this particular moment.

If his secret was destined to be revealed, he figured that he may as well seize the opportunity to embrace tonight and that he would deal with the consequences later, when he reverted to being an adult again. For now, he wanted to escape reality and that meant thinking and acting just like a baby.

Now fully hidden from the world, Jamie waddled back to Leo’s room to collect a few essential items he needed for the evening.

Before leaving, Hazel had prepared Leo’s bedtime bottle which remained full beside the crib. Jamie placed his hands around the bottle and was surprised to feel that it was still warm.

With Leo asleep, it seemed a waste not to drink the warm milk so without further thought, he began to suck the teat. The liquid slowly trickled into his mouth, prompting a contented sigh as he savoured the taste.

He had always loved formula milk and had drunk it until he was nearly five, at which point his parents eventually forced him to transition onto ‘big boy milk’, in spite of Jamie’s protests.

After a few minutes, Jamie needed a break. He looked at the bottle and it was still about half full. Irrespective of how hard he had sucked, the liquid only flowed out very slowly, leaving him frustrated and tired. He could understand why Leo never finished his bottle.

Wanting to prepare his bladder for a flooding, he took an empty glass on the side of Leo’s chest of drawers and walked to the bathroom where he filled the glass with water right to the top. He then began drinking, one glass after the other until he could drink no more.

He knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before his bladder would start to feel the effects.

He returned to the bedroom, picked up the bottle of milk, a pacifier and several other baby toys to keep him occupied downstairs.

As he headed back downstairs, he paused to enjoy the feeling between his legs. The sheer bulkiness of the three diapers was restricting his ability to walk normally and forcing him to waddle like a baby, just as he had intended.

As he settled in the living room, he popped the pacifier in his mouth and lay on the sofa contently, when a thought suddenly struck him.

He recalled that Hazel had mentioned that Leo used to get very constipated and that if it ever happened when Jamie was babysitting then he should use the prescription laxatives that were in his room.

He vividly remembered the words that Hazel said to him, “The laxatives are very strong so you’ll need to make sure that he’s diapered or he sits on the toilet for at least 30 minutes after he takes them. It normally takes a few minutes and then he will poop very quickly. I warn you that he won’t be able to hold on once they kick into effect.”

At the time, Jamie had never really heard of laxatives or knew what they were used for but when he recalled that conversation and the position he found himself in, he knew that this could be the perfect opportunity to find out what they were like and if they would really make him lose control of his bowels.

Excitement shot through his bones as he contemplated the helplessness he would feel, if he could not stop himself messing his diaper, even if he tried. What a feeling that would be!

It would be at least 3 hours until Hazel and his Mum were home so if he took the laxative now then he would have plenty of time to enjoy messing himself before he had to clean up.

He excitedly waddled back upstairs again, entering Leo’s room quietly, as he wanted to avoid his evening being ruined by the toddler waking up. He located the laxatives amongst the medicines that were spread across a shelf near the changing table.

He took them back with him downstairs and proceeded to read the instructions. There were oral laxatives so he just needed to take the tablets with some water and then wait for the magic to happen.

Naively, and unaware of the potential consequences of his decision, Jamie thought it was a good idea to take four tablets rather than the recommended one on the basis that he wanted it to be as effective and quick as possible.

He went to the kitchen and returned with a large glass of water. He placed the glass to the side, next to the tablets. Before he took them, he wanted to make sure that he had everything he needed to feel like a real baby.

With the pacifier still in his mouth and the half drunk bottle of milk nearby, he gathered a few snacks from the kitchen, some of his favourite toys and turned on the TV to watch his favourite childhood show, Fireman Sam. As a final touch, he walked to the side of the sofa and pulled out Leo’s old playpen that was stored safely away.

Jamie unfolded the playpen and placed it in the middle of the room, right in front of the TV. He then placed all of the items he had accumulated into the playpen.

He took a deep breath as he placed the first laxative in his mouth. He hesitated for a moment and pulled it out but his inner voice told him to go ahead.

Without any further hesitation, he quickly swallowed the four tablets and proceeded to climb into the playpen where he made himself comfortable and waited for inevitable pressure that was building in his bladder and bowels.

Meanwhile, out in town, the two mum’s were out in town having a drink with some friends.

As was often the case, Hazel was leading the conversation which provided Jamie’s mum with the chance to check her phone.

She clicked on a baby monitor app on her homescreen, loading up a live stream from the Steinbergs’ living room.

As Jamie contently sucked his pacifier and sang along to Fireman Sam, he had no idea that his mother was watching his every move.

As she observed the scene in front of her eyes, she was taken aback at what she was watching. It was no surprise to her that Jamie was wearing Leo’s diapers, as she had long suspected that was the case.

However, she had not realised that his behaviour extended far further than that and that he had been using Leo’s other possessions.

While she couldn’t hear the audio, she could see Jamie clapping and singing along with something, just like you would expect a toddler to do.

She shook her head in a mixture of confusion and shock as she tried to process what she was watching.

Hazel noticed the look on her face, “Is everything ok? You look a bit worried about something.”

“Sorry, I was away with the fairies. It was just a work email but it can wait until later.”

Hazel responded empathetically, “Damn right it can, you’re here to get away from work. Not to reply to work emails. They’ll still be there waiting for you tomorrow.”

“I know, you’re right. I’m putting my phone away, I promise.”

“Good. We all spend too long on our phones these days. Here’s a challenge girls - how about we put all our phones in the middle of the table? Whoever touches their phone first has to buy supper next time we go out.”

The others agreed without hesitation and placed their thoughts in the middle of the table. Knowing that she couldn’t refuse at this point, Jamie’s mum added hers to the pile and smiled at her friends.

Part of her wanted to head straight back and stop the whole charade but she had not told Hazel about the baby monitor because she wanted to confirm her suspicions were right before telling her friend.

She knew that Hazel would be very upset and angry if she learn that her friend had not shared her suspicions about her sons behaviour.

At this point, there was little to be gained by leaving early to confront Jamie or telling Hazel. She decided that it would be best to act like normal and then confront him once they were back home.

The conversation with the girls and drinks continued to flow but her mind was elsewhere. She had warned him - if he acted like a baby then he would be treated like a baby. It was time he realised she was serious.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Sep 17, 2023 at 3:29 PM
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longallsboy said:

I remember the original story of "If You Act Like A Baby", by Skippy, which was actually pretty good. And, technically, I'm not even an adult baby, as I do not wear diapers at all (but I did like the story, though). I have Autism though, and I do have some childlike inclinations (I love some children's TV programs, the old fashioned traditional children's clothing like long-alls and jon jons and T strap shoes, kiddie rides at amusement parks, pacifiers, soe baby toys, etc), but that's more due to the fact that I am emotionally and socially like a 4 1/2 to 5 year old due to my Autism. I also have pretty bad ADHD. I have also communicated with Skippy before, about 3 years ago. The original "If You Act Like A Baby" story was one of my more favorite stories pertaining to AB / DL that I have ever read. Although my most favorite was probably "Snuggles and Tears" written by BabyButt, with 9 year old Billy being the main character, who is the size of a 4 year old due to pituitary dwarfism due to growth hormone failure. The author of that story, I believe, sadly, is now deceased. He might have had cancer, I don't remember. It was semi - autobiographical, and he did have medical issues in his childhood (and adult years), though not the growth hormone failure that Billy has in the story.

I see you have made some changes in the rewritten version of this story so far. You changed the name of Jamie's sisters, the 3 year old he was babysitting (in the original story, the 3 year old's name was Brad) and you eliminated (so far) the 3 year old's mom and Jamie's mom seeing Jamie at the same time unexpectedly wearing diapers in a playpen. There certainly have been quite a few changes, to say the least. And in this version, the two moms work in a law firm office together; in the original, they were working in a real estate office as realtors. Ironically, I have gotten a lot of maps in the past from actual realtors. I have a bachelor degree in Geography and love street maps and realtors tend to have really good maps and sometimes atlases. I've had quite a few people I have known who were realtors who ended up becoming my friend in the end, including on FB.

In the original story by Skippy, one of Jamie's mom's friends who works in the realty office makes this sailor suit for Jamie. In the original, Jamie's aunt Lulu and uncle Charlie are recreating / redoing their wedding. Charlie thinks it would be hilarious if everyone came like they were 15 years prior to their wedding. Jamie's mom reminds Uncle Charlie that Jamie wore a sailor romper to his wedding. Rita, Jamie's mom's friend makes him a sailor romper (which is a replica of the outfit that Jamie had worn when he was a toddler originally). He ends up at the family party / re-creation of the wedding wearing a sailor romper with T strap shoes. Later on in the story, on his birthday, he is wearing the same outfit and shoes to a Sears portrait studio at the mall, which actually wins him prizes a month or so later.

You could spin that theme around, and have Jamie wearing smocked long-alls or jon jons with kneesocks and tan colored T strap Mary Janes this time around, for a more formal look, like how some little boys are dressed in the Deep South nowadays in Alabama and Georgia and South Carolina (or in Massachusetts, Connecticut, or Virginia back in the 1980s). Or saddle shoes are an option too, but I like the idea of a longall going more along with T strap shoes or double buckle T strap shoes (also known as "English sandals") or even just one strap Mary Jane shoes like what Prince William and Harry wore as toddlers / preschoolers in the mid 1980s in England.

Just an idea.

Good luck with this story! Let's see how you take this or maybe change the story **ENTIRELY**. LOL. Just giving you ideas. Maybe he could go to a fancy restaurant or the wedding renewals could be a golf course / country club or at somewhere else.

- longallsboy

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Thanks, I love some of these ideas. I have a plot outline drafted but I'm always keen to incorporate new ideas so please let me know if you (or anyone else on the forum) have any interesting thoughts about where the plot could go and how it could differ in a good way to the original version.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Oct 29, 2023 at 8:11 PM
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Chapter 11
Jamie sat snugly in the playpen, surrounded by an array of colorful toys and plush animals. The soft glow of the television screen illuminated his cherubic face as he sucked contentedly on his pacifier. Every so often, he would remove it from his mouth to take a sip of formula milk from the bottle that lay beside him.

This was special as one of his favorite episodes of Fireman Sam came on. His eyes widened with excitement as the theme song filled the room.

He watched the animated characters on the screen as if they were his personal heroes coming to life, their adventures a thrilling spectacle that captivated his current toddler-like imagination.

In that moment, wrapped in the comforting padding of his diaper, the pacifier in his mouth and the soothing tones of familiar childhood voices, Jamie was in baby bliss.

However, as he continued to enjoy the stories of Pontypandy, another storyline was unfolding in the depths of his belly. He felt the unmistakable stirrings in his gut.

Despite the lighthearted adventure playing out on the screen, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to focus as the laxative started to work its way through his body.

His stomach churned audibly, a cacophony that rose above the TV's cheerful dialogue. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he felt a mounting pressure deep in his gut.

Each twinge and rumble served as a warning sign, like distant thunder before a storm. He clenched his muscles in an attempt to stave off the inevitable, even pressing his hand subtly against his abdomen, hoping physical pressure might help.

Despite his desperate attempts to distract himself, the Fireman Sam episode was becoming increasingly blurry, its dialogue fading into the background noise of his escalating internal conflict.

Simultaneously, his bladder began to ache, a sensation magnified by the large volume of liquid he had consumed earlier. It was a mounting pressure, growing more and more insistent with each passing second. As these feelings converged, Jamie had a moment of realisation: Hazel had warned him about the strength of those laxatives. Perhaps taking four tablets was overkill.

The sensations escalated quickly, almost as if his digestive system and bladder were in a race to see which could assert itself first. There was no fighting it now; the laxatives were overwhelmingly potent, their effects amplified by the liquid he had imbibed.

As Jamie sat in the playpen, he mustered every ounce of self-control to fight off his body's growing urges. His goal was to delay as long as he could, savoring the sensation of being utterly helpless when nature inevitably took over. Though he feigned being a 'big boy' struggling to maintain control, he knew all along that there was only one inevitable conclusion - a wet and messy diaper.

Clenching his muscles tightly, he pressed his hand against the padded seat of his full diaper, attempting to create a physical barrier to the oncoming tide.

He held his breath, feeling like a dam holding back an imminent flood, every fiber of his being engaged in a desperate, last-ditch effort to delay the inevitable and prevent an 'accident' in his diaper.

Then, without any warning, a powerful, involuntary surge of warm poo exploded into the seat of his diaper. It was a torrent he couldn't have anticipated, filling his diaper to a capacity he hadn't thought possible. The sensation that he had no control was shocking but incredible, as if a part of him had split open to unleash this elemental force.

Almost synchronously, his bladder joined the fray. A rapid and unbroken stream of urine released, blending with the preexisting mess and saturating the already stretched fabric of his diaper.

The flow seemed continuous, as though his body was cleansing itself with relentless determination. It was like a dual eruption that left him feeling both emptied and strangely replenished.

In an attempt to measure the extent of his control, Jamie endeavored to halt the flow of both urine and feces. Despite his best efforts, he found he couldn't stop them; they continued to fill his diaper. This confirmed, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had truly relinquished control over his bladder and bowels, mirroring the helplessness of an infant.

In the aftermath, Jamie lay there, momentarily stunned by the scale and intensity of what had just occurred. The bulky, overloaded diaper felt like a physical manifestation of his complete surrender to his body's demands. At that moment, he felt more babyish than ever before. He had just totally lost control of his bodily functions and it felt incredible.

He felt a deep sense of contentment. As strange as it might sound to others, this was, in that moment, the most satisfying sensation he'd ever experienced.

Experimentally, he shifted his position and bounced gently on his bottom, relishing the fullness of his diaper and the warm mess it contained. The diaper was so packed that his range of motion had become noticeably limited. But for Jamie, this wasn't an issue; it was an enhancement of his current state.

In his eyes, he was in baby heaven. Briefly, the thought crossed his mind—would the diaper smell become too strong? Yet, in that instant, he didn't care. He knew that Hazel and his mom wouldn't be back for a while, leaving him ample time for cleanup and ventilation of the room.

Jamie's eyes sparkled with delight as the next episode of Fireman Sam rolled onto the screen. Yet, even in this perfect moment, he felt the pull of a new idea. What could make this experience even more comforting, even more babyish? A nap. And not just any nap, but one in his playpen, cushioned by a wet and messy diaper. The very thought made him giddy with excitement.

Jamie pushed himself up to stand within the playpen, wobbling a little due to the weight of his loaded diaper. He leaned over the edge of the playpen to grab his phone from the adjacent side table. Fingers dancing over the screen, he set an alarm for one hours time, imagining the surreal sensation of waking up in a wet and messy diaper.

In his excitement, Jamie failed to notice that his phone's battery was perilously low, a mere 5%. Oblivious, he placed the phone back on the table and plopped down onto his padded bottom, the impact spreading a warm, gooey sensation against his lower back and crotch concurrently.

A smile stretched across his face; he felt like a child on Christmas morning. His full diaper providing a strange sort of comfort, a physical reminder of his utter surrender to this peculiar form of bliss.

Nestled among his toys and the enveloping aroma of his messy diaper, he thought about the unique, surreal experience of waking back up in the state that he currently was. Closing his eyes, Jamie drifted into a peaceful, deep sleep sucking his pacifier as the sound of animated fire trucks and daring rescues played out in the background.

As he snoozed, his phone's screen dimmed, and soon after, the battery died.

The alarm would never ring.

Jamie was notorious for his inability to wake up on his own, always reliant on alarms or someone else nudging him awake.

This time, he was left to the whims of his own body clock, blissfully unaware as he slumbered on, enshrouded in the innocence and comforts of babyhood, and ignorant to the fact that his mother and Hazel would be arriving home sooner than anticipated .

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Nov 10, 2023 at 5:54 PM
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Chapter 12

While her friends chatted and enjoyed their drinks, Jamie's mom struggled to stay engaged. Her thoughts were consumed by the looming showdown she would have with her son.

She was acutely aware that the current state of affairs could not continue; Jamie had irrevocably crossed a line.

They had made it clear to him: if he acted like a baby, then he would be treated like one.

This time, she was determined that there would be no turning back, especially after he had drawn Leo and Hazel into his games.

Sensing that her friend was not enjoying the evening and had things on her mind, Hazel suggested that they depart earlier than originally planned.

"Lauren, we should probably head home and check on the boys," Hazel said in a composed voice.

Lauren nodded, relieved for the opportunity to escape the cycle of her thoughts. "Yes, let's do that. I'll just head to the bathroom first"

She picked up her phone from the table and navigated her way to the restroom, a sense of urgency in her steps.

Once inside the stall, she hurriedly unlocked her phone, eager to check the webcam app. But it wouldn't load. Frustrated, she hit refresh, only to realize the weak reception in the bathroom was thwarting her.

As the sound of the flushing toilet filled the small space, Lauren paused, hand on the door latch, gathering her thoughts. Even if she couldn't load the webcam again, she had seen more than enough earlier to confirm her worst fears.

As she readied herself to face whatever awaited her, she fully expected Jamie to be back in ‘big boy’ clothes and acting like everything was normal.

It was a prospect that filled her with both relief and dread; relief because she didn't want her friend Hazel to suspect anything was amiss with her son, and dread because it would be yet another layer of deceit to contend with.

After a brief exchange of goodbyes with their friends, Hazel and Lauren headed to the car and began the short journey home.

As they pulled up outside, Lauren took a deep breath, attempting to steady her trembling hands on the steering wheel. Aware that her friend was acting out of character, Hazel reached over and put her hand on Lauren's shoulder before asking "Is everything ok? You seem a bit stressed about something?"

Aware that her friend would be angered both by Jamie's actions and her own prior reticence, Lauren knew she couldn't disclose the real issue at hand. Instead, she deflected, attributing her distant demeanor to work-related stress.

"Thanks Hazel, it's nothing really. Just work stuff."

"Ok, don't let it get you down. I'm going to head in and check in on the boys. You follow me in when you're ready." Hazel sympathetically replied, before climbing out of the car and heading to the house.

Unlocking the door, Hazel stepped inside, with Lauren following close behind.

Jamie was still sound asleep in the playpen, blissfully unaware of the impending storm. The room, however, was permeated with a foul smell, the messy diaper serving as a testament to his earlier actions.

She shouted to warn Jamie of their arrival, "Hi Jamie, we're back!" but received no response.

Switching on the light, Hazel's expression twisted into one of shock and revulsion at the sight that met her eyes. "Lauren, get in here," she urgently beckoned, her voice filled with disbelief.

Lauren hurried into the living room. Her eyes blinked in disbelief as she processed what she was witnessing; Jamie, asleep in a playpen, wearing a diaper.

Just then, as if sensing the seismic shift in the room's atmosphere, Jamie's eyes fluttered open. His gaze met those of his mother and Hazel, and the look of sheer terror on his face spoke louder than any words ever could.

Jamie's eyes widened as he looked up, the reality of his situation hitting him like a tidal wave. He was still dressed in the thick triple-layered diaper, the plastic pants rustling with every movement. The plush rabbit was nestled against his chest, and the baby bottle sat beside him, evidence of his regression into this world of comfort and vulnerability.

Worse still, the smell left no room for doubt that he had filled his diaper like a baby. His pure horror at the situation was partly offset by an odd enjoyment at the embarrassment he was feeling.

"Oh my lord, Lauren, will you look at this?!" Hazel's voice was a mix of disbelief and amusement.

"Jamie! What are you doing in the playpen? Are those diapers you're wearing?" she questioned.

"Can you believe this, Lauren?" Hazel's voice balanced between astonishment and amusement.

"The world around Jamie seemed to blur as his mom and Hazel stared down at him, their expressions ranging from anger to shock to amusement. He felt a deep sense of humiliation wash over him, a burning heat that reached his cheeks and spread throughout his body.

"Look, he's even got one of Leo's bottles!" Hazel's voice held a hint of playful disbelief. Jamie sat there speechless, unsure what to say.

Her voice began to rise in both anger and frustration, "What do you think you're doing? You're supposed to be babysitting Leo, not the other way around!"

Taking a brief moment to consider how much she should reveal about her sons antics, and opting to leave out the details of what she had seen on the webcam earlier, Lauren finally spoke, voicing her astonishment and anger at her son, "Jamie, I think you need to explain yourself to Hazel immediately. That is, if you haven't regressed back to baby talk along with everything else."

Amid the whirlwind of emotions, Jamie struggled to find his voice. "I was... uh... interested in seeing what it felt like," he stammered, his words barely audible.

Lauren's face displayed a mixture of resignation and bemusement. "I thought you would be through with this ridiculous, childish behavior by now, but I guess you're not."

She turned to Hazel, her expression a mix of guilt, shame and anger. "I'm so sorry, Hazel, I'm embarrassed to tell you that Jamie seems to enjoy pretending to be an infant and acting like a baby. I told you about the last incident with the Pampers to you, didn't I? Of course now that he's nearly an adult, I genuinely thought I could trust him and that he was past this. Jamie, where did you even find those oversized plastic pants? Are those Leo's diapers you have on?"

"Of course they are," Hazel's voice contained a hint of both exasperation and relief, finally making sense of the mystery that had been perplexing her since Jamie started babysitting.

Her voice took on a more serious tone. "Now I understand what Leo was saying about Jamie 'being a baby,' and why we've been going through twice as many diapers since he started taking care of him. I had to call the service to ask for extras. You've been doing this for weeks, haven't you?"

Jamie's face turned an even darker shade of red, his humiliation reaching a crescendo. Nodding in a way that clearly conveyed his shame, he felt minuscule within the confines of the playpen, under the scrutinizing eyes of two adults. He yearned to soothe himself with the pacifier, but knew that it was out of the question at the present time.

Mom's sigh was one of both frustration and disappointment. "For Pete's sake, Jamie, you need a babysitter more than Leo does."

The inquisition continued, each question unraveling more facets of Jamie's secret life. Trapped under the intense scrutiny of both Mom and Janet, he felt his face heat up with embarrassment as he confessed to everything— from ordering the jumbo-sized plastic pants on the internet, to surreptitiously wearing diapers while supposed to be babysitting Leo, right down to discarding the used ones in Leo’s diaper pail. The weight of his shame became so unbearable that he couldn't help but break down in tears.

"Enough, Jamie," his mom interrupted, visibly frustrated. "The sight of my eighteen-year-old crying while sitting in a playpen is just too much. I think it's time we go home."

As I clumsily clambered out of the playpen, Hazel couldn't help but burst into laughter. "I have to say, those saggy diapers are quite the look on you. Seems like you're overdue for a change. Hold on," she paused to sniff the air, "Did you actually mess yourself as well?"

"Um, yeah," he stammered, attempting to regain my composure and stem the flow of tears.

"That's it. Dirty diapers are the last straw," his mom declared. "Do you remember what your father said the last time we caught you in this predicament? We said you were going to experience what it's truly like to be a baby. Given your recent actions, it seems you're very keen on that idea. What's do you think, Hazel? Do you think a bit of 'baby treatment' is the fitting punishment for this behaviour?"

"I believe it's precisely what Jamie needs," Hazel replied, somewhat amused. "I'll arrange for the diaper service to come by first thing tomorrow morning. But bear in mind, they require a minimum two-month commitment."

"That's perfectly fine," Lauren said, nodding approvingly. "Two months should cover him until the new school year kicks off. Then we can assess whether he's ready to be toilet-trained or if nursery school is a better fit."

Jamie was in utter disbelief. A diaper service, for a full two months!

"Unfortunately, this means I'll have to find another babysitter for Leo. Jamie, you're clearly not up to the task. It sounds like you've earned a new role as his new play buddy," Mrs Steinberg declared, her voice filled with both incredulity and a touch of humor.

"You know, Hazel, Ellie was only saying yesterday that she would love her old job back looking after Leo. Maybe she could look after both boys?," Lauren mused.

"That seems fitting. Jamie, how would you feel about your sister taking over babysitting duties? Oh, he's teary-eyed again. Lauren, should I grab some fresh diapers for your little one?" Hazel said, a playful lilt in her voice.

Overwhelmed by embarrassment, Jamie struggled to find humor in the situation. He mumbled his agreement, avoiding eye contact.

"Yes please, it's quite evident he needs them. This time, Jamie will be staying in diapers until he's completely fed up of them."

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Dec 10, 2023 at 5:09 PM
Content: Chapter 13

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Hazel returned from Leo’s nursery, her arms filled with a stack of plush, cloth diapers, along with a bottle of baby lotion, a container of baby powder, and a large, soft changing mat. The items made a crinkling noise as she moved, announcing her presence before she even stepped into the room.

With a willingness to oversee the task at hand, Hazel directed Jamie with a tone teeming with mock sweetness, "Alright, Mr. Potty Pants, lay on the changing mat so we can get you changed into a fresh diaper and all ready to get home. We can't have you getting a rash can we?"

Jamie's face flushed with apprehension at the thought of being laid bare in front of Hazel. "Mum, can't you do it, please?" he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

"No, Jamie," his mother replied gently. "Babies don't get to choose who changes their diapers. You'll have to become accustomed to others taking care of you. If Hazel is kindly willing to change your messy diaper, you should express your gratitude and say thank you." She paused, giving Jamie a moment to process her words, her expectant eyes waiting for his response.

"So Jamie," she prompted, "what do you say to Hazel for changing your stinky bottom?"

Recognising this moment as inopportune for a dispute with his mother, Jamie’s complexion adopted a more intense hue of embarrassment. Left with no alternatives, he uncomfortably wriggled, managing to mumble a muted, "Thank you, Hazel."

“What a good little boy,” Hazel cooed as she began the process of changing him. The heavy, soiled plastic pants were gently lowered to his knees, uncovering the mess he'd made, a vivid display of his return to babyhood. The aroma and sight were undeniable, a test to the composure of Hazel who completed the task with a veiled look of disgust.

In this spectacle of infantile disorder, Hazel’s touch remained gentle and assured. Each wipe cleansed the chaos, navigating the landscape of Jamie’s skin, softly erasing the reminders of the stinky mess he had left in his diaper.

As Hazel focused on her task, a storm of emotions swirled in Jamie’s mind. Entwined in his personal desires and the new reality enveloping him, the earlier excitement at fulfilling his wishes now clashed with the harsh reality of his exposed vulnerability and the palpable disappointment in his mother's expression.

“I am very sorry I don't have a fresh pair of your big boy pants. Maybe your mummy can take you shopping for more tomorrow.” Hazel’s words, drenched in sarcasm, hung in the air as she pulled the plastic pants back into place, patting the back of the newly donned diaper with a finality that echoed in the silent room.

"Thank you Hazel. Time for beddy-byes, Jamie," his Mum announced, her tone lighter, as if finding a semblance of humor in the unprecedented situation.

Eager to escape the situation and cover up how ridiculous he looked, Jamie muttered "I'll go get my shorts; I think they're upstairs."

His mother, now adopting a tone reserved for toddlers, denied his request. "No need for shorts my little one. Babies wear just their diapers on warm nights like this, don’t they Hazel?"

Hazel chimed in, equally playing along. "Oh, absolutely, Lauren. And you know, babies also need their bottles." She handed Jamie an old baby bottle that once belonged to Leo. "There you go, Jamie."

"And don't forget your stuffed animal, sweetheart," Hazel added, as she leaned down to Jamie's eye level, handing him the plush rabbit. "Mr. Rabbit will help you sleep like a baby. Sweet dreams, little one. See you very soon."

Both women shared a look, conveying a message stronger than words: this was the path Jamie had now chosen, whether he liked it or not.

Hazel glanced at the play area, then back at Jamie. "You know, I'll also bring over the playpen tomorrow morning. Leo's too big for it now, but it seems just perfect for Jamie, don't you think?"

Lauren nodded in agreement, her eyes meeting Hazel's. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Jamie will get a lot of use out of it and it will help keep him out of mischief"

Hazel patted his diapered backside as Jamie's Mom led him towards the door. Jamie remained in disbelief at what was happening to him. He couldn't really believe that his Mum was about to take him home looking like this. What would his family say? What if someone saw him?

As they approached the door, Jamie took a deep breath, summoning the courage to ask for forgiveness. "Mom, wearing diapers in front of everyone is just too humiliating. Please can you give me one last chance? At least let me put on my shorts?"

Mom looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of disappointment and resolve. "Jamie, we've been down this road before. Actions have consequences. We warned you— if you act like a baby, you'll be treated like one and this time there is no going back!."

"But Mom, please, it's just too embarrassing to look like this in front of everyone. What if someone sees me dressed like this?," Jamie pleaded, desperation lining his voice.

Mom sighed, weighing her words carefully before speaking. "You'll have to get used to it as this is how you're going to be dressed for the foreseeable future. Remember, it was you who made the decision to act like a baby and now you're going to be dressed and treated just like one."

"Mum please, I'll be a laughing stock. All my friends will tease me. One last chance... please?", Jamie pleaded his case, with tears forming in his eyes, as the consequences of his actions started to become clear.

Mom stared at him, as if trying to glimpse a shred of sincerity in his eyes. "Jamie, your promises have lost their value. You've broken them one too many times. Maybe the humiliation you're so afraid of will finally make you understand the gravity of your actions."

Jamie felt his heart sink, his last glimmer of hope extinguishing. "So, you're really going to go through with this?"

"Yes, Jamie, I am," Mom affirmed, her voice tinged with a sadness that only accentuated her firm stance. "We warned you—act like a baby, and you'll be treated like one. This time, there are no more chances. You're going to get the fully baby treatment"

Hazel swung the door open. With a reluctance to let him out of her sight, Jamie's mother firmly grasped his hand, leading him into the great outdoors. Upon setting foot outside, Jamie was anxious to make a swift exit, but his mother's lingering farewell to her friend thwarted his intentions.

"I'm truly sorry for all of this, Hazel. I'll talk to Ellie tonight to organize the babysitting schedule and phone you in the morning," his mother expressed.

"At least I can now focus on potty training Leo for good now. It seems like Jamie will be adopting his diaper-wearing days instead!" The words stinging Jamie as they light-heartedly spoke of the toddler outgrowing diapers before him.

As they finally began walking home, Hazel called out a loud, mocking goodbye. "Bye-bye, Jamie! Hope you have a dry night!" Her words, laced with ridicule and a hint of revenge for how he had behaved with her son.

Despite being just a walk across the street, it felt like a marathon to Jamie. The night air nipped at his skin, contrasting sharply with the warmth of the thick diaper wrapped around his lower half. His mother's grip on his hand was firm and unyielding, her fingers interlaced with his as they tread the well-known path to their home.

Each step was a pulse of anxiety for Jamie, his eyes darting around nervously, scanning the quiet street for any neighbours who might be out for an evening stroll or peering out from behind their curtains. The bulky diaper and the absence of his shorts made him acutely aware of his exposed state. Despite the hour, the streetlight's glow illuminated their short journey, casting long shadows as they moved.

Luckily, the lateness of the hour and the brevity of their walk home saved him from the additional disgrace of being spotted by passersby. But as he walked into his home and was led into the living room by his mom, he found his sisters and father.

They had been absorbed in the TV but now shifted their focus to the unexpected scene unfolding before them.

"What's all this?" Dad chuckled, "Trouble, I presume?"

"I suppose it shouldn't come as a shock, but Jamie has been using Leo's diapers for the past month or so. We returned from the movies to find him all wet and dirty, asleep in Leo's playpen, and nursing a baby bottle. Quite the spectacle," Mom explained.

"Looks like the entertainment hasn't ended," Jillian said with a laugh. "How adorable is he, our very own baby Jamie! Mom, we need to snap a photo. Where's the camera?"

"No need to rush Jillian. You'll have all summer to see Jamie like this. He'll be living the baby life for the foreseeable future. But for now, it's beddy-byes for our little one," Mom continued.

Jamie stood rooted to the spot, his head bowed in a posture of surrender, as the conversation about him swirled through the room. Words spoken, portraying him as an infant in need of constant care and attention, filled the air. A tumult of emotions battled within him, a storm raging between anticipation and dread.

A part of Jamie felt excitement at the unfolding situation. The thought of being coddled, and the care that came along with it, enticed a hidden part of his soul while the prospect of wearing diapers and being looked after awakened a secret yearning he had harboured for a long time.

However, along with the anticipation, a potent stream of fear and uncertainty swelled. His mind swarmed with unanswered questions and concerns about the extent and duration of this unexpected situation.

Would they truly make him wear diapers all the time? How far would they take this? Would he have to use the diapers? How long would he be in them? What would his friends and family think of him? What about school? Should he protest or should he accept this once in a lifetime opportunity?

Observing the spectacle unfold, Ellie also had mixed emotions and lots of questions. She had been privy to Jamie's secret activities for a while, leading her to ponder on the critical "what if." Could she have forestalled this situation if she had unveiled his secret to their parents sooner?

A surge of empathy for her brother washed over her. She knew that he must be mortified at looking like a baby in front of his family like this but on the the other hand, Ellie knew that this was, in some twisted way, what Jamie actually wanted. The public unveiling may have felt extreme, but perhaps it finally granted him the license to embrace the baby-like role he seemed to desire so much.

As the scenario continued to unfold, a mute dialogue unfolded between the siblings. In the subdued glow of the living room illumination, their eyes locked. Jamie’s eyes, filled with regret, silently sought forgiveness, to which Ellie responded with a gentle, resigned head shake.

Their mother, ever observant, caught the tail end of this silent exchange, noticing Ellie's subtle shake of her head and Jamie's apologetic gaze.

"Ellie, did you know your brother was doing this?" The abrupt question from their mother shattered the silent exchange, her eyes piercing as they shifted towards the elder daughter.

Under the oppressive scrutiny of her mother's stare, Ellie’s shoulders wilted. Exhaling a hesitant sigh, she confessed, “Yes, Mom, I knew... I went around to the Steinberg's the other day and found him wearing Leo’s diapers,” her voice dwindling as her gaze floated back to Jamie. "He promised me it would be the last time, and begged me not to tell you so I decided to give him another chance. I'm sorry for keeping it from you," she added in a soft murmur.

Though a stroke of disappointment painted their mother’s expression, she kept her silence, opting to focus on the immediate situation. "Well, you should have told us, but let’s not linger on that now. Jamie has made his decision, and now it’s time for him to face the repercussions. We're going to need your help as it's a lot of work looking after a baby. And Jamie and Leo are going to need a new babysitter..."

Relieved that her mother had accepted her explanation without too much interrogation, an inkling of excitement stirred within Ellie at the thought of reclaiming her role as the nurturing older sister she once enjoyed being when Jamie was actually a little kid. If this is what he really wanted then she was going to embrace it as well.

"What a cute little boy you are. You look very cute in your diapees" Ellie teased Jamie. "I'm looking forward to having a baby brother to look after again. Is he freshly diapered for the night?"

"Yes, he's all set and ready for bed. Say goodnight, Jamie. I'll prepare your bottle and tuck you in shortly. Girls, I'll rejoin you in a moment; we have arrangements to make," Mom said.

Jamie followed his mum to the kitchen while she prepared his nighttime bottle and then up the stairs to his bedroom. She was surprisingly tender as she tucked him into bed.

She kissed him and said, "It's what you want, isn't it? This time we're going to give you exactly what you want until you've had enough, and then some. It'll be just like the old days when you were little. Sweet dreams, baby boy."

She handed him a warm bottle of milk and switched off the light before leaving the room and returning downstairs. As he lay there, his thoughts were in turmoil. How had things reached this point?

The weight of the gazes from his entire family, all having just witnessed his regression back into diapers, lingered heavily in Jamie's mind.

He almost wanted to cry again, but there was something else he wanted to do first.

With a shaky hand, he brought the bottle to his lips, its nipple resting gently against them. As he began to suckle, the warm liquid flowed, cascading down his throat, its soothing path a momentary balm to his internal tempest.

Then, as he continued to draw from the bottle, he took a deep breath and began to let his bladder loose. The gradual warmth, broadening consistently across his groin, further integrated him into the gentle and earnest call of the infant role.

Jamie clutched Mr. Rabbit to his chest, its plush form offering a silken embrace. His fingers buried within the softness, holding on as though it were an anchor in the swirling sea of his emotions.

As he drifted into a restless sleep, the events of the day replayed in his mind, a reminder of the new chapter that was unfolding in his life, a chapter filled with diapers, bottles, and a return to infancy that he had never imagined would become his reality.