The Little Baby and the Big Baby

Chapter I
The Little Baby

Bobby's Story:

I seemed to have problems keeping dry when I was about four. I don't remember the details, but maybe I was never really potty trained. I just remember wetting my pants on the bus, and being kept in diapers more and more of the time. My daddy seemed to like me being a baby, because remember that he made me use a baby bottle.

Sometimes I cried when I had to wear diapers, but I kind of liked the attention to. It was embarrassing to be a baby when other the other kids weren't. But, mommy was so nice when she changed me, and it felt good to be in diapers and not have to worry or think about going potty. Big boy's pants just didn't feel the same on me. Mommy would let me play baby sometimes and that was fun too.

JoAnne's Story:

The summer Bobby was four was the first that he was fully potty trained. Since I teach, I have summers free, and I decided that it would be nice if I took Bobby on day trips. We only had one car, so we had to use public transportation. Like any good mother, I asked Bobby if he had to go potty before we started off, and for a while this worked. But, on our third trip, when the bus got on the freeway, Bobby told me that he had to go potty. Before we came to any place where we could get off and find a public restroom, he had wet his pants, the bus seat, and even dribbled onto the floor. The lady across the aisle gave us a disgusted look, and I was very embarrassed.

I couldn't really blame Bobby. He was only four. But, I couldn't let him wet the bus seat either. When we got off, I went to a drug store and bought a small package of large Pampers, and put one on Bobby in place of his wet pants.

Of course, he cried that he wasn't a baby anymore and that he didn't want to wear a diaper. I told Bobby that I wasn't punishing him, but there wasn't anything else we could do. There was no place to buy him any clean pants, and I could not let him wander around in pissy shorts, so it had to be Pampers. Besides, he might have to pee when we were stuck on the bus again on the way home.

Then we went over to the park for our picnic and a nature walk. I rinsed his pants out and hung then on a tree to dry. At first, Bobby continued to cry and sniffle, but after a while, he forgot he was diapered, and had a good time. In fact, when we got ready to go home, and I took him to the bathroom, I found that he had simply used his diaper as he used to.

"I think you have gotten used to being diapered again." Bobby only looked embarrassed and put his thumb in his mouth as I laid him on the changing table and put a dry Pamper on him.

When we went back to the tree where I hung Bobby's pants to dry, I found that they we missing. So, Bobby rode the bus home dressed as a toddler. The lady who had been on the bus opposite us when Bobby wet the seat in the morning got on and walked by us. When she saw that Bobby was diapered, she smiled and said, "Very sensible, dear. Little boys need to be kept diapered much longer than most parents realize."

By the time we got off the bus, Bobby had wet his diaper again. I thought how much easier it was on us both simply to have him diapered when we were on the bus.

The next day I had to go to the mall. This time I just put a pamper on Bobby and pulled his shorts up over it. Bobby did not object nearly as much, but I noticed that he was sucking his thumb again as I diapered him. He hadn't been thumb sucking that since he was potty trained.

From then on Bobby wore diapers whenever we left home. Andy, his dad, had always hated making "unnecessary" bathroom stops, and so insisted that Bobby be diapered in the car on our vacation. As a result, Bobby started to poop himself again as well as wet.

At first, when we would stop driving for the day, I would change Bobby back into his big boy pants. But, sometimes he would forget he wasn't diapered. After a couple of wetting accidents and one in which he pooped his pants in the restaurant, we decided that it was safer to keep Bobby diapered all the time until we got home and could re-train him.

A couple of days into our vacation, Bobby was drinking a soda in the car, and spilled it all over the seat. Andy was furious, as the car was only a few months old. "As long as you're a diaper baby, you might as well be a bottle baby too." Andy stopped and bought Bobby a baby bottle with disposable liners, and made me put everything Bobby drank in the car into it.

I'll have to admit that Bobby made a cute baby, and since Andy did not what to have any more babies, I wanted to enjoy babying Bobby a while longer. Bobby seemed to like it too, for he would always take his bottle when we got out of the car.

When the vacation was over, I was able to re-potty train Bobby at home, but he said that he liked being diapered for trips, and kept his bottle. Sometimes on rainy afternoons, Bobby would ask if he could be my baby again, and I would diaper him until his dad got home. Then I would read to him while he nursed from his bottle.

Bobby's Story:

When I was eight I would wake up and hear mommy and daddy shouting at each other. I guess that really bothered me, cuz I started to wet the bed. Mommy was real nice about it, and just put diapers on me at night. She knew that I would not mind, cuz, well, see, I like playing baby and wearing diapers and sucking my bottle and wetting.

Mommy lets me do that when I want to. I think the counselor said that it was be OK. When I ask, she treats me just like her little baby. She diapers me and gives me a bottle of warm chocolate milk. Then she reads to me, and checks to see if I need a dry diaper, and changes me just like the mommies in the park do for their babies. I like it when she puts a dry diaper on me. They are so soft and snugly. Sometimes they are nice and warm from the dryer.

But maybe that's why daddy left. When he would come home he would yell at mommy, sometimes he would yell at her for spending more time with me than with him. I wondered if maybe he wanted to be treated like a baby too. Then he left. I guess I will never know. It makes me feel bad. I miss him. I cry, then mommy calls me her little baby and I feel better.

When I was ten, she made a deal with me. I could be her baby evenings and weekends if I acted my age the rest of the time.

Judy, who is in my class, knows I am a baby. She lives next door. She is nice to me. She does not tease me. Mommy told Judy I could not play baby on weekdays, so Judy makes sure I don't. I mean when I am playing with her. On Saturday Judy and I can play house and I am the baby. Judy can give me a bottle and hold me like a baby, but only mommy is allowed to change me.

JoAnne's Story:

Andy and I were having problems. I could tell that Bobby was affected because he wanted to spend more time being my baby. He also started wetting the bed for the first time since he was three. Of course, I put him in night diapers, and I took him to counseling. The counselor said that Bobby was reacting to the problems that Andy and I were having, and that I should make sure Bobby felt loved. For Bobby, feeling loved meant being treated like mommy's little baby. The counselor said that Bobby would not want to be a baby forever, and that I should decide what to do about Andy and me.

Andy thought counseling was a waste of time and money. It seemed that he had a hard time keeping his pants zipped around other women. When Bobby was nine, Andy ran off with a married co-worker. A lawyer handled the divorce and we never saw him again. It was a real shock to Bobby, and he regressed more. He would wet his pants during the day, and I had to take him out of school and home school him. Luckily, the divorce settlement was enough that I did not have to work for a while.

Bobby was depressed and just wanted to be a baby. He was embarrassed since I had him diapered most of the time because of his wetting. So it was hard to make for him to make friends. I made a deal with him. I would only baby him if he did his lessons, started getting out of the house more and made some friends.

The deal that Bobby and I made was that being a baby would be a part-time activity again. I would make him some cute baby clothes and he could be my baby nights and weekends, but he would have to act grown up during the day, stay dry and go back to school.

Judy next door, who was in his class, came over to see him and accepted him, diapers and all. She really helped me pull him out of his depression. She plays with him, but only as a ten year old during the day. On the weekends and rare evenings she plays house with him and he is the baby. She likes playing his mommy. In fact she wants to make some baby clothes for him, so I am teaching her to sew.

Judy's story:

Bobby is really nice. He defended me at school when the other kids were picking on me for wearing glasses and having braces. I knew he liked me. Then he started wetting his pants right in school. I think he did it three different times. All the kids picked on him. "Bobby wets his pants!" "Look at the pissy baby!" "Where are your diapers, baby?" "You make poopy in your diapers, baby?" When I tried to defend him they asked if I was his mommy. I wanted to be, cuz, I wanted to take care of him. I felt sorry he was acting like a baby. My mommy told me that his dad had left and I knew how bad that felt, cuz my daddy left too. But, I did not tell the kids I wanted to be his mommy. They never listen to me anyway.

Then JoAnne, that's Bobby's mom, took Bobby out of school. She was a teacher and she quit too. I was worried about him. I went to his house after school. I looked in window on the porch. He was in the living room, laying on the floor in diapers and drinking a baby bottle. I never saw a boy look so cute! His mom looked like she was reading to him.

I was kind of afraid he would not want to see me. I knocked on the door and in a little bit JoAnne answered and I asked if I could play with Bobby. He was not in the living room any more. I guess he was scared and hid. I told her that I was sorry that Bobby was not in school any more, but I knew how he was feeling, with the kids teasing him and all.

JoAnne asked if I teased him about being a baby. I said no, I knew he was sad cuz his dad left. Besides, he is a very cute baby. JoAnne asked me what I meant, and I said that I had seen him being a baby on the floor. Then she invited me in and made Bobby come out and say hi. He was real red. I thought he was real cute.

I asked if he wanted to play. He did not answer, but JoAnne said that Bobby only liked playing baby right now. I said that is kewl, can I give him his bottle? So she got it and gave it to me and I feed him. I think he liked it, cuz he smiled at me when I took it out of his mouth. Anyway, he asked me not to tell the kids that he likes being a baby, and I promised not to.

I came over everyday after school. I played mommy and Bobby was the baby. Then JoAnne said that there had to be some new rules, that Bobby had agreed not to play baby anymore on weekdays. She wanted me to help her. That made me feel like a real mommy - helping my baby grow up.

Now mostly we only play baby on the weekends. But, sometimes I come over at night before bed time if I finish my homework early. JoAnne has Bobby in his diaper and baby clothes then. Sometimes it is a sleeper, and sometimes it is a nightie. Then Bobby puts his head in my lap and I get to feed him a bottle of warm milk.

I like Bobby in baby clothes. I want to make him some. JoAnne is teaching me to sew. I want to dress in him in a baby dress with lots of lace. Bobby said he would like that, but I have not told JoAnne yet.