Only Kid in Daycare

[michaelmichaels70]

“Aww. What a cutie pie.” said Amanda. “How old are you?”

“Five.” I said raising five fingers. My mom and dad where going away for the weekend so they decided to leave me with the babysitter. Her name was Rachel and her daughter was Amanda.

“Hey mom!” she shouted. “Max is here!” Her mom was in the kitchen. She came out and gave me a wave.

“Hi Maxy.” she said. Then she started to talk to Amanda. “A friend of mine who I never get to see wants to meet me tonight.. Do you think that you could take care of Max until I get back?”

“oh” whined Amanda. “But Cathy is coming over tonight.”

“So you can both look after him. He's usually very well behaved. I'll even pay you and give you money for pizza” Amanda gave me a wide smile showing her braces.

“Alright. He is a little cutie pie.” Rachel thanked her and took a twenty out of her purse.

“I'll give you more when I get back. Bye Maxy.” she said giving me a wave before walking out the door. When she had driven out of sight Amanda gave me another wide smile and then picked me up and hugged me tight.

“You are soooo, soooo cute!” she giggled. “Your the most adorable little baby I've ever seen!”

“I'm not a baby.” I said. “I'm five.” She was hugging me so tight I couldn't even move my arms.

“Five is an awfully big number for such a little baby. I'm surprised you can even count that high. Until my mom gets back your three. What a cute baby!”

Before I could say that I was five she started to hug me even harder, forcing my mouth onto her shoulder making it so all I could do was make muffled noises. She sniffed me, “Eww. Smells like someone is a stinky baby.” She loosened her hug enough to look me in the eye. “Stinky baby needs a bubble bath.” She carried me up the staircase patting my back and humming.. It had been about two days since my last bath so she was probably right.. When we reached the bathroom she turned on the water and started fiddling with the hot and cold knobs. “We don't want it too hot or else baby will get burned but we don't want it too cold or baby will get chilly...”

“Could you stop calling me baby. I'm a big boy.”

“No. You a cute stinky little baby who needs a bath.. Now let's get you in the tub.” She came over and took off my shirt and pants and looked at my Power Rangers underwear. “That's adorable.” she said before taking them off. “Now let's get you in the tub. Okay” She picked me up and put me in the tub while it was still filling with water. She poured in some Mr. Bubble and I was actually kinda starting to like it. “Now let's get you clean Mister. She took out a bar of soap and started scrubbing my legs, back, face and arms. “It's important to keep your butt clean so you don't get a rash.” she said.

“What do you mean?” I said right when the doorbell rang.

“That must be Cathy!” she said. “Oh just wait until she sees that we get to spend the rest of the day with a cute little baby. Now you be good and don't make a mess while I go to answer the door.” she walked out of the bathroom. I still couldn't figure out what she meant by “rash”.

A few seconds later she entered the room with Cathy. Like Amanda, Cathy was also in her early teens but was wearing more makeup than Amanda.

“He's adorable!”squealed Cathy. “Can I help bathe him?”

“Actually I'm done with that but you can help dress him.”

“I can dress myself.” I said becoming very annoyed with all this.

“He's always saying things like that.” said Amanda. “He thinks he's a big boy.”

“Alright little one.” said Cathy grabbing a towel with little fish on it. “Let's get you dressed” she picked me up out of the tub and wrapped me in the towel. Cathy carried me and Amanda grabbed my shirt and pants but left my underwear behind. We went downstairs and then into the daycare section of the house.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

“We're getting you dressed silly. This is where the diapers are.”

“What!” I looked and saw they were taking me towards the changing table. “Please don't do this.” I said

“You is such a silly baby.” said Amanda. “Babies need diapers. You wouldn't want to go poopums in your cute little underwear.” They layed me down on the changing table.

“But I don't need dia-” Cathy shoved a pacifier in my mouth. They removed the towel and put the straps on me. Amanda lifted up my legs and rubbed lotion on my butt.

“That should keep baby happy and rash free.” she said.

“This should fit him.” said Cathy pulling a large plastic Barney diaper from beneath the table. My plea for mercy was muffled by the pacifier. I couldn't believe they were doing this.

“First we put Maxy on the diaper.” she said sliding the diaper under my butt. She taped it on. “Then we but the diaper on Maxy.” I was humiliated even laying down the diaper was making a crinkling noise.

“Aww.” said Amanda. “Looks like baby is sad.” I was starting to cry. “Tell you what.” she said. “If you do everything we say and keep your diaper dry for a little while we'll let you have your big boy pants back.” she put my jeans on top of a shelf where I couldn't reach them. “Is that fair baby?” she removed my pacifier so I could answer.

“Alright.” I said hoping to get this over with. Amanda winked at Cathy. Cathy grabbed some baby bottles and left the room.

“Good. Are you comfy if your diapy?” she unstrapped me from the changing table and kissed the top of my head. She picked me up and placed me on the floor. When I stood up the first thing I noticed was how thick the diaper was. I couldn't even close my legs. She grabbed my smiley face shirt and put it on me. It did nothing to hide the diaper. Cathy came back into the room carrying a tray with five baby bottle filled with fruit juice on it.

“Aww. I bet baby wuvs his cute little Barney diaper. Sing the Barney song for us....” said Cathy.

“No!” I hated Barney. Especially now that I had to wear him.

“I guess somebody doesn't want his big boy pants.” said Cathy.

I sighed and looked at the floor. “I love you, you love me...” They roared with laughter.

“Do it in baby talk and dance” they ordered.

“I wuv you, you wuv me.” I couldn't believe how funny they thought it was. Also it was hard to dance in such a thick diaper.

Cathy sat down on the rocking chair and put the baby bottles on the table next to her. “Little one. Because you have been such a good wittle baby we've decided to give you a special treat.. Five bottle of fruit juice. One for each year you pretend to be.” I gulped. “Come on.” she said patting her lap. I shrugged and walked over to her. The diaper was really loud. She picked me up and put me in her lap. “You need a bib to keep you from getting messy” she said. Cathy pulled out a plastic bib with a baby blue bunny on it. “ I think we should start with apple juice.” she said grabbing the bottle. She used one hand to hold the bottle while she fed me and the other to hug me. It was the most embarrassing part yet (but not to come).

After I finished the last bottle (watermelon) she patted my back until I actually did burp. “Wow. Your a thirsty little baby.” said Amanda. “I bet your also a little soaker.”

“I'm not going to wet.” I said. “I'll hold it in all night if I have to.”

“We'll see about that.” said Amanda. “I think it's baby's play time now.”

“Get the tape.” said Cathy. Cathy picked me up putting one arm under my diaper and carried me over to the rocking horse.

She put me on the seat and Amanda came over carrying duct tape. “This will keep baby from falling off.” she said. Amanda took my leg and taped it to the side of the rocking horse.

“Cut it out!” I screamed. I tried and pull on the tape that was around my right leg.

“Cathy, can you do something with Maxy's hands?”

“Sure” said Cathy grabbing some tape and using it to fasten my hands to the handles on the horses head. I tried kicking with my left leg but Amanda grabbed it and taped it to the side as well. Then they applied more tape to my hands and legs to make sure that I couldn't move. I started to cry so they put a piece of duct tape across my mouth and drew a smile on it with a marker. All struggling did was make the horse rock.

“Aww. Look how happy the baby is on his wittle horsey in his wittle diapey. I bet he thinks he's a cowboy when he's really just a little tinkler” said Amanda. That's when I felt a strong urge to pee. Because my legs were so far apart I couldn't close them. I tried to struggle but it just made the horse rock faster. The pressure built and I started trembling. Then it gushed out, all that juice, saturating the diaper. The front was completely yellow and it was staring to leak around the legs. I was leaking around my eyes too.

“Uh-oh.” said Amanda. “Looks like somebody rained on Barney.”

“I guess baby was having too much fun playing to tell us he needed to go potty.” said Cathy. The pee was going down my legs. “Is the baby soggy?” she asked. I nodded my head. “We'll get you cleaned up.” Amanda came over and removed the tape from my hands and from my legs.

“You a silly baby.” she said. “You told us you where a big boy when you are just a big soaker.” She lifted me up and carried me over to the changing table. I started to cry even harder. “Aw don't worry baby. We have lots of nice dry diapers for you.” She strapped me in and then untaped my diaper.

“Don't forget to powder him.” said Cathy. Amanda took out the baby powder and sprinkled it over my diaper area. When she removed my wet diaper I actually started to pee a little. Not much. Just what was left of the juice. A dribble.

“Wow.” said Amanda. “You can't even be out of diapers for a second.” She cleaned me with a baby wipe and then took out two Barney diapers. “Since your such a big wetter I think you'll need a little extra protection.” she said. She took one of the diapers and poked a little hole in the front. Then she lifted up my legs and taped it on me. Then she put the other one on over it. “Cutie pie.” she said. Once again she picked me up and kissed the top of my head. When she put me on the floor I could barely stand. Just one of these diapers was thick enough, two of them was unbearable. It was so hard to walk that I actually fell down when I tried to move. “Don't worry. Toddlers always fall down when learning to walk. We'll help you.” Amanda helped me back on my feet and Cathy got up out of the rocking chair with her arms out waiting to grab me when I reached her. “Go on baby. Walk to Cathy.” she gave me a pat on my diapered butt. I was very careful when waddling forward to place each of my steps in an attempt not to fall. Just when I was a foot away from Cathy I slipped and fell right on my face. I was crying really hard. Cathy picked me up and hugged me tight.

“Your a little baby aren't you?” she said rubbing my back. “Don't worry we'll take care of baby.”

Amanda opened the closet and pulled a baby walker out of it.

“This will help the baby learn to walk.” Cathy carried me over to the baby walker and strapped me in. “Look baby, it has little beads on it for you to play with.” She pointed at the plastic beads that were on the front of the walker.

“This isn't fare.” I said

“What are you talking about wuvums?”

“You know I don't need diapers and you know you made me wet. I want my big boy pants back.”

“Well.” said Amanda. “You can't have your jeans because they wouldn't fit over your bulky diaper. But I think we might have some pants that would fit you.” She opened a drawer on the changing table. “How about these kiddo?” She held up a pair of sky-blue sweat pants with little clouds on them. “My mom keeps these around for little boys who need a change of pants.”

“Okay.” I said. I really hated wearing just a diaper. She came over, picked me up and put me back on the changing table. The pants had a big smiling sun on the seat.

“Ready baby? Up we go.” She said as she pulled the pants up my legs. She stopped when she reached my diaper. “Say buh-bye to Barney.”

“Buh-bye” I said. She giggled. When she pulled them all the way up I noticed how snug they were. They were obviously meant for a three year, my diaper even poked out the top.

“Aww.” said Cathy. “That sun looks happy.” Because I had such a hard time walking Amanda just picked me up and held me instead of putting me on the ground.

“I'll bet baby's hungy. Does baby want some num-nums?”

“No” I said. I felt more like vomiting than eating.

“Well I still think baby's hungy. Lets go into the kitchen and I'll make baby a yummy lunch.” We went out of the daycare section of the house and into the kitchen. Amanda put me in a highchair and then left the room. Cathy opened the fridge and took out a container of peanut butter and jelly. Amanda came back in the room with a bad of paper and crayons. “Here you go baby. Draw a pretty picture while you wait for your num-nums.” I didn't feel like drawing. Cathy put a crustless peanut butter & jelly sandwich and a baby bottle of milk on my plate. I didn't touch it.

“What's wrong?” asked Cathy. “It's yummy. See.” Cathy took a small bite out of it and put it back on my plate. “Oh. I know what's wrong.” she said. “Baby can't eat solid food.”

“I just d-” She put her finger on my mouth.

“Shush. We'll make you some nice baby food.” Amanda opened the fridge and took out some plums and peaches. “These will make baby happy.” she said. Amanda cut and de-seeded them, then put them in a blender. “Yummy num-nums for Maxy.” she said. After they had been thoroughly blended she poured them into a bowl and but it next to the PB&J. Cathy tied the bib around my neck again. “Come on baby. Eat something.” She took a spoonful of it and tried to shove it in my mouth. “Here comes the airplane. Vroom. Vroom.” My lips didn't move. “Well at least have some milk” She took the bottle and shoved it in my mouth. When she squeezed on it milk shot into the back of my throat and I coughed. Milk dribbled down my face onto my bib. “That's a good baby. Drink it all up.”

“I've got an idea.” said Cathy. She reached under my armpits and started tickling me.

“Haha. Stop it.” I giggled. Amanda took advantage of my open mouth and filled it with fruit mush. Almost the entire bowl. It got all over my face. While I was trying to swallow what was in my mouth she shoved more in.

“You are a messy baby.” said Amanda wiping some of the mush off my face. “Now finish your PB&J.”

“No!”

“Somebody's fussy.” said Cathy. “This should help baby relax.” She started tickling me again. I lost control of my bladder and wet myself but it wasn't as bad this time.

“I'm wet.” I said. Amanda put her hand down the front of my diaper to check.

“It's not so bad. Just a little tinkle. Your in two diapers anyway.” She pulled her hand out and patted my head. “I'm surprised you could even tell you were wet.”

“Aren't you going to change me?”

“Not now cutie pie. Half of the reason for putting you in two diapers was to cut your changes in half. It was just a little pee-pee and you wouldn't want us to waste a diaper would you? Being wasteful isn't good, which is why you should finish your PB&J.” I decided to eat it. It was actually pretty good. Cathy took the bib off me.

“Now that baby has eated a nice yummy lunch it's time for his afternoon nap.”

“But I'm not even tired.” I whined.

“Nonsense.” Said Amanda picking me up. “Baby is being a real fussy-diaper. He needs his rest. We went back into the daycare section where Cathy unrolled a mat and blanket for me. “Baby should really be in a crib.” said Amanda. “But the only one in the house is my old one and it's disassembled in the basement.

“I don't want to sleep in a wet diaper.” I said.

“It's just a little damp.” said Amanda. She put me on the mat and tucked me in. “Maybe when you wake up we'll let you be a big boy.” she said. After putting a pacifier in my mouth the two left the room and turned out the lights. I just layed there sucking on my pacifier for a few minutes until I heard them walk up the stairs probably to Amanda's room. There had to be a way to end all of this. Because I was five I wasn't able to think of anything great. My best plan was to just hide in the house somewhere until Amanda's mom came back. Boy would they be in trouble when she saw what they did to me. I had such a hard time walking that I took off my pants (which where just as embarrassing as the diapers) and one of the diapers. I didn't want to walk around the house with my butt exposed so I kept one on. Even tip-toeing my diaper was making a loud crinkling noise. Luckily they weren't able to hear it upstairs. I decided to hide in the living room closet because it was nearby and I didn't think they would look there. It was really boring. It was too dark to see anything and all I could do was feel around for things in the coat pockets. I found what I thought was a piece of hard candy but when I put it in my mouth it was a cough drop. It was really gross so I spit it out. I sat down on the floor and sighed. Even though my diaper was a little damp I kinda liked it because it was like having a pillow on me at all times, even the hardwood floor felt like a couch. I did feel sleepy. Behind me was a rolled up sleeping bag . I rested my head on it and dozed off. A little later I woke up to the sound of Cathy's voice.

“Little one!” She shouted. “Where are you!? This isn't funny! Come out!”

“He's not in the kitchen!” shouted Amanda. I was really nervous. Maybe they would find me. I was so nervous that I felt like I was going to lose control again. Because my diaper was just a little damp I thought I could pee a little to take the pressure off. I forgot about the little hole she had cut in it. The urine flowed out the front in a tiny little trickle, I didn't even notice I was leaking until I heard the dripping on the floor. I let out a little gasp. When I closed my legs and covered up the hole with my hands it made the loud crinkling noise.

“I think I heard something over here.” said Cathy

“I'll be right there.” The sounds of their footsteps came closer. I was doomed. “Ew! There's pee-pee on the floor. He must be in the closet.” The door flung open and they stared down at me cowering on the floor After being in the dark the sudden flood of light hurt my eyes. They did not look happy.

“Bad Baby!” screamed Amanda, picking me up and shaking me, “Baby does not play during his nap! Baby does not take off his diaper! Baby does not pee on the floor! And baby does not hide from grown ups!” The shaking made me cry really hard. “We were going to give you back your big boy undies and pants when you woke up. We thought this was just pretend. But if you need constant supervision and to be put in diapers then I guess that you really are a baby. Go change him Cathy. I need to get something from the basement.” Amanda stormed off and Cathy took me back to the daycare section. She dropped me on the changing table and untaped my diaper.

“Most babies are fine with just plain old disposable diapers but I think that you'll need a little something to stop you from fiddling with them.” She took out a cloth diaper and some baby pins with little bunny heads on them. “If baby tries to take these off he might prick himself and he wouldn't want that.” The pins made me nervous, they were really sharp. She folded it into a triangle and slid it under me. “Powdering a baby is the most important part.” She sprinkled baby powder all over me. She took the middle section of the triangle and pulled it between my legs to below my belly button. Then she took the other two sides and fastened them to the middle with the pins. She tickled my tummy. “I'm not mad at you baby. It's just that babies need to know to obey grown ups. That's all.” She reached below the table. “Don't these look fun!” She pulled out a pair of plastic baby pants with little baby blocks on them. She pulled them up over my diaper. “Aw. How cute. They fit perfectly.” They actually did.

“It's ready.” shouted Amanda from upstairs.

“Come on Maxy. It's time to finish your nap.”She carried me upstairs and into Amanda's room. The pink walls were covered with band posters.

“How adorable.” said Amanda. “He's wearing a little cloth diapy. I'm surprised it fit him.” Next to Amanda's bed she had set up her old crib. The bars followed a white pink pattern and the blankets were baby pink just like the big fluffy pillow in it. Amanda wound up the birdie mobile and Cathy put me in the crib. “Wait. Remember Mister fussy-diaper has been having problems keeping his pants on. She grabbed a pair of footed pajamas from her bed. They were pink and had the feet sewn on backwards. “These where mine from when I was six. I sewed the feet on backwards last year when I was looking after another baby who claimed to be a big boy.” She took my T-shirt off and put me in them. When she zipped me up and put the pacifier in my mouth I felt totally helpless. “Now baby will take his nap like a good baby. Night-Night.”

“Let's go watch a movie while baby goes sleepy.” When the lights went off I actually felt comfortable. The mobile was playing nice music and I felt warm. I slept like a baby.

I woke up gasping for breath, spitting out my pacifier. Cathy was pinching my nose shut and smiling. “Boy you are a deep sleeper you little stinker.” She released my nose and suddenly the whole room smelled like poop. There was a lump in my diaper. It made me cry. She lifted me up and patted my back. “It's okay. Your just a poopy baby and that's what poopy babies do.” Amanda came into her room with her fingers on her nose and an exaggerated look of disgust.

“Yuck. Maxy made poopums. Gross!” She looked at me sobbing and giggled. “What are you crying for? We're the ones who have to change you.” Cathy patted my butt making me feel worse. “Let's change him downstairs. I don't want this stinking up my room.”

Back on the changing table they removed the pajamas. “Gross.” said Cathy. “Let's go back to disposable, I don't want to wash any messy diapers.”

“Yeah. I know. I think I'll just throw this one in the garbage. I'm sure my mom won't notice.” She unpinned and started cleaning my butt. “Yuck. How could you sleep through this even if your a baby.” Amanda took out the lotion and rubbed it on me. “It's back to Barney for you. I don't care how cute you are in cloth.” They put me in a disposable diaper and then put me in the sweat pants.

“Here. Give him this shirt. It's cute.” It was a yellow sweater with a bear with a clover on his chest on it. “That was my favorite sweater from when I was little. I loved the care bears. Now the stinky baby can go play.” Amanda picked me up and dropped me in the playpen. I found a teddy bear in it that I thought was really cute. I hugged him tight. It felt like I actually was a baby.

“I know why baby has been so fussy.” said Cathy. “He's been cooped up inside all day. All babies need fresh air. Let's take him for a walk so everybody can see how cute he is.” This scared me. It was bad enough that they saw me like this. I didn't know what I'd do if I ran into someone I knew.

“I don't want to go out in a diaper, strapped into a stroller .” I said.

“You won't be in a stroller silly. I'll back a diaper bag and get the harness, then we'll go.” Amanda left and Cathy came and picked me up.

“I think you need a snack before we go.” She took me over to the rocking chair where she had another bottle of fruit juice waiting. I sat on her lap with the bear in my lap and she handed me the bottle. I drank it without her help. “See I knew you could be a good baby. All you needed was a little practice.” she said while stroking my hair. Amanda came back into the room carrying a large pink diaper bag and a red harness with bells on it. She went over to the changing table and started to fill the bag with diapers and a container of wipes.

“We won't be gone very long but our little pooper might need a few changes.” In the bag she also had a few juice bottles and a bag of Cheerios. “Aw. Does cutie pie want to bring his wittle bear with him?” I nodded. “Let's go to the park. But first we need to get baby in his harness.” she strapped it on over my shoulders. Then flicked one of the bells. “One last thing.” she took a container of baby lotion from the diaper bag and rubbed a little on my face. “Now everyone can see, hear and smell what a baby you are.”

It was a beautiful summer evening, fireflies where out and all the trees were green. Only I wasn't able to enjoy it very much. The walk over to the park was humiliating. The diaper caused me to waddle and I was jingling the whole way. Amanda held on to my leash like a dog and would occasionally stop to feel the back of my diaper. When we were a few blocks away I felt the urge to poop. Because I couldn't possibly feel more embarrassed than I already was I squatted right there on the street. In a few seconds poop started to come out and push up against the wall of my diaper. After I was done I kept waling like it was no big deal. Only I couldn't go much further. Amanda was just standing there motionless holding my leash.

“I can't believe that you just did that in public.” She said with her eyes bulging in suprise. She pulled me closer to her and patted my diaper. “Baby made poopums!” She said loud enough for everyone to hear. “You really are starting to act your age. Of all of the little boys I've turned into babies none of them have made poopums. They've tinkled a little but that's it. Doing it in your sleep was bad enough, now your doing it in public”

“Don't make him feel bad.” said Cathy. “We can change him at the park.” If I had known how hard it would be to walk in a poopy diaper I would have waited. The bulk of the diaper was bad enough but the load made it worse. When I almost fell over once Cathy held my hand the rest of the way. When we got there on old women came over to gawk at me.

“What a cute baby. He's just a darling.” She came over and pinched my cheek. “Oh. He's just a darling. How old is he?”

“Five.” said Amanda. I would have been less embarrassed if she had lied and said I was three.

“And still in diapers!? My goodness.”

“He has special needs.” said Amanda flicking a bell on my harness.

“I think I have a lollipop in my purse for him.” she said.

“He's not allowed to have candy. It makes him too hyper.” said Amanda “But I'm sure he'd love a hug.” Cathy nudged me and I waddled over to the old women. She got down on her knees and hugged me. “I can't believe a big boy like you doesn't know how to use the potty yet.” She sniffed and then patted my diaper. “I guess you do need diapers.”

“No!” I said. This had gone too far. I pushed away from the old women and ripped off my diaper. Then I ran through the park bear bottomed with the leash dragging behind me.

“You get back here this instant and get this diaper on!” Shouted Amanda. Her and Cathy where right behind me. My head start was nothing compared to their long, fast, non-five-year-old legs. Amanda reached the end of my leash first and pulled my to the ground. “One moment. I don't want to get poop on my hands.” She took out a wipe and cleaned my butt. Then she took me over to the nearest bench and flung me across her lap. Whack! “Baby needs to listen!” Her open palm smacked my butt like a paddle. I really wished I had a diaper on. At least it would have provided padding My legs kicked and flailed but she was holding me down tight with her arm. “The more you act like a baby the more you'll be treated like one. Baby needs a spanking!” She started to smack harder.“How old are you?

“F-f-five.” I cried. Whack! She smacked me hard across the thigh.

“Baby is not five! Five year olds don't run around without pants!” She started spanking me again. “DO! YOU! UNDERSTAND! Baby is three.” I was acted just like a little baby getting a spanking. “Baby is three! Baby is three!” She stopped spanking me again. “How old are you?”

“Th-th-three.” I cried.

“Good. Did baby learn something from his punishment?” I nodded my head. “Now lets get you back in your diaper.” She layed me down on the bench and Cathy slid the soiled diaper under my butt.

“Why can't I have I clean one?” I whined.

“Because you weren't supposed to take it of in the first place. Besides a little diaper rash is just what baby needs to make him a little more respectful.” The only feeling worse than being spanked or walking around in a poopy diaper is having that same diaper taped back onto you after you've taken it off. The load was once again nestled right under my butt except now I knew better then to take it off.

After I apologized to the old women and kissed her on the cheek we went to the sand box where a bunch of toddlers were playing. “Look baby there are some other babies for you to play with.”

“I really don't like this.” I said. “Could you please cut it out and take me back to the house?”

“All right if you don't want to play with the other babies we can and find some big kids that you know. I'm sure they'd love to see your bulky little Barney diapers. Maybe they could even help change you.”

“Alright. I'll go play with the babies.” She unstrapped me from the harness.

“Be sure to take teddy with you.” she pulled the bear out of the diaper bag and handed it to me. She grabbed my arm. “One last thing.” she took some perfume out of her purse and sprayed my diaper with it. “There. Now you'll smell nice instead of smelling like a stinky diaper.” Me and the stuffed animal climbed into the sand box and sat there staring at the ground. A giggling little toddler girl came up to me and pointed at the teddy bear.

“I wuv teddy.” she giggled. I felt so embarrassed. Cathy and Amanda went to the ice cream stand next to one of the benches and they each got a cone. I felt like ice cream. I got out of the sand box with the stuffed animal and the toddler girl went back to her sand castle. When I reached the bench I asked if I could have some ice cream.

“We backed a snack for you.” Amanda pulled the bag of Cheerios out of the diaper bag and gave them to me. “Eat them all like a good baby boy.”

“But I wanted ice cream.”

“Cathy, he wants something sweet. Feed him a bottle.” Cathy put me on her lap and shoved a juice bottle in my mouth. It was cherry, my favorite. Although I didn't like the way it was being fed to me, I sure loved that juice.

“He has been such a good baby.” said Cathy patting my back. “He just finished a whole bottle in less then a minute.” She burped me.

“That must mean he's thirsty.” said Amanda. “Give him the other bottle.”

“One was enou-” she plugged my mouth with the other bottle. It was orange and delicious.

“I guess since you've been such a good baby and finished two bottles you can have some of my ice cream.” It looked delicious, she put it up to my mouth so I could lick it. The second my lips touched it it fell out of the cone and landed on my shirt and then rolled onto my lap. “Uh-oh. I guess we should have brought baby's bib. Don't worry it's better to clean up a mess on your shirt than in your pants.” She pulled my sweater off leaving me in just my exposed diaper.

“Plea-please don't do this. Not in public!”

“Relax cutie pie. It's warm out and lot's of babies just wear there diapers. Beside you have very cute diapers.”

“But I'm not a baby. Just let me wear the sweater. It looks babyish enough anyway.”

“No. You are a baby. Your a very messy baby I don't want you getting my old sweater any dirtier.”

“I've got an idea.” said Amanda. She took a diaper out of the bag and grabbed my stuffed animal. She layed him down on the bench and diapered him. “There. Now your twins. Take him back to the sand box with you.”

“I don't want to go to the the stupid sand box.”

“If you don't go back to the sand box with teddy we'll but you right in that harness and look for someone you know.” I sighed and went back to the sand box. The toddler looked at me and smiled

“Barney!” she giggled.. I felt a strong urge to pee and decided to just let it go. Like I thought the front of my diaper turned completely yellow and it started to leak around the legs. This time I didn't care. I let it all out. The pee dripped into the sand and I did nothing to stop it. I grabbed teddy by the arm and got out of the sand box. The toddler girl followed. Her mother was sitting on the bench talking with Cathy and Amanda. Cathy saw me coming and smiled.

“Here's our little wetter.” she said. “Did you bring sissy a nice wet diapy for us to change?” It was sagging.

“You have a very cute little brother. This is my daughter Amy.”

“Hewo.” she turned to her mother. “Amy need to go potty.”

“She's in toilet training.” said the mother. “I better take her to the bathroom.”

“We'd like to toilet train Maxy but he's too much of a little soaker to take out of diapers. Earlier today he even made poopums.” said Amanda. “Maybe you should check him for poopums Amy. Soon you'll be a big girl and you'll need to know how to check babies diapers.”

The toddler girl pulled on the back of my diaper and my face turned bright . “Baby made poopums.” she said and they all laughed.

“I better take her to the bathroom.” said her mother.

“Wave buh-bye to your new friend.” said Cathy.

“Buh-bye” I muttered. Then they put me on the bench and untaped my diaper.

“Wow Amanda. You sure gave baby a spanking. It's as red as a baboons.”

“Some of that might be because of rash. But some cream on it.” After being spanked, humiliated and getting diaper rash nothing felt better than that cream. The soothing feeling of being massaged almost made me not care that I was surrounded by strangers. I was quickly brought away from the fantastic feeling when I noticed somebody I kinda knew on the play structure. I didn't know them by name but I was pretty sure that they went to the same school as me. They didn't see me and if they did they probably wouldn't recognize me in my current situation. But what if they had? It was horrifying to think how fast this would spread through the school. “Did you hear? Max wears diapers! 'I saw him in the park being changed.' 'He has to go to bed at 7:00 and sleep in a crib' 'I heard he's really just a baby that looks like he's five'” My face turned fire-truck red just thinking about it.

“Baby's face is sure red. Does baby have a fever?” Amanda felt my head. “I'm not sure. We should take his temperature. Roll over baby.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it” Cathy tossed the diaper in the garbage and got a thermometer from the diaper bag.

“Ahh! What are you doing?”

“Just taking your temperature.” Until then I had no idea that you could take somebodies temperature that way. It was awful. I was laying on a park bench wearing nothing but shoes and socks with a thermometer in me. “Good. Baby is perfectly alright. Since he has been such a good baby he doesn't even need to wear his harness.” That was a relief. “Instead he'll just be triple diapered so he can't run away again.” She poked a whole through the two diapers like she'd done before except this time she also put me in a pull-up. “There. Now you can wet all you want and people will think your a big kid because your wearing potty training pants.”

“At least teddy was able to stay dry.” said Cathy. “He's so cute. Do you think your mom will let us keep him like this?”

“No way!” said Amanda. “Don't even mention this to her. The last time I did this my mom got so mad she grounded me for a month and she lost a client. When we get back we need to put him in his big boy clothes and pretend this never happened.”

“Darn.” said Cathy. “He was really cute like this.”

On the way back I had to hold onto both Cathy and Amanda's hand and walk in between to not fall over.

When we went back to the house Cathy sat on the couch with me in her lap. “So what's teddy's name?” she asked me. Amanda came into room carrying a camera and took a picture of me.

“Smile baby.” Cathy squeezed me tight and pointed at my diaper. Amanda took another picture. “Good bay.” She sat down next to us and patted my head. “Here's the deal Maxy. I f you agree not to tell anybody about this I won't tell anybody either. There's no reason my mom or all your friends need to know about this.”

“Gimme that!” I shouted reaching for the camera. I was really mad.

She smacked my hand. “Bad baby. I'm trying to be nice to you. Now let's get you back into your big boy clothes before my mom gets back.” The phone rang. Amanda went to pick it up. “Hi mom. Really. No that shouldn't be a problem. Really. No, he's been an Angel. You can't talk to him right now because he's taking a nap and I don't want to wake him. I'll tell him. Bye.” She smiled at me. “That was my mom. She's having such a good time they decided to go on a trip. They won't be back until tomorrow afternoon.”

“That means we get to have baby for the night!” said Cathy. She turned me around so I was facing her and gave me an Eskimo kiss. “Little one. We are going to have so much fun together.”

“It's almost baby's bedtime.” said Amanda pointing at the clock it was 7:30. “We have to make baby his din-din and give him his bath. “I'll go boil the pasta.”

“I though we were having pizza.”

“We are but baby isn't.” said Amanda. “Pizza isn't baby food. Keep him busy for a little while Cathy.” Amanda went into the kitchen. Cathy took a blanky out of the diaper bag and held it in front of her face.

“Peek-a-boo.” she said removing it. I was tired of fighting it. I decided that if they wanted me to be a baby I'd be a baby. I even liked some parts of it. Beside nobody would ever know about any of this.. She put the blanky over her face again.

“Peek-a-boo.” she said. I laughed and clapped my hands. “I see you.” We both thought it was silly but I still played along.

“Alright. The spaghetti is almost ready bring baby into the kitchen.” Instead of picking me up Cathy held my hand and walked me into the kitchen. There was a big bowl of spaghetti on my high chair's tray next to my bottle. Cathy put me in the chair and I looked at the food. It was covered in tomato sauce and cheese.

“Where is the fork?” I asked.

“It too dangerous. Baby could poke himself. Eat it with your hands.”

“But that's gross. I'll get it all over me.”

“So? We're giving you a bath right afterwards. You don't even need a bib.” I stuck my hand into the bowl. The sauce was really thick. When I squeezed the noodles that I had in my hand the sauce came out through the space between my fingers. When I took a bite out of it the sauce ran down my face. It was good. I grabbed another glob of noodles.

“Yummy. Right baby?” asked Cathy. I nodded. I kept eating it and covering my face and hands in sauce.

“Look at little Captain red beard.” said Amanda. All the sauce around my face did look like a beard I guess. Cathy wiped my face with a napkin. I took a drink from my bottle. I felt stuffed but there was still spaghetti left in the bowl.

“All done.” I said.

“Uh-uh cutie pie. There's still pasta in that bowl and your not going anywhere until you finish.” I looked at it and groaned. I tried to think of how a baby would get out of this. I picked up the bowl and put it on my head like a hat. We all laughed. Noodles and pasta fell out of it and got all over my body and the tile floor. I then finished my bottle.

“So silly.” said Cathy. Her and Amanda grabbed paper towels and started cleaning up the floor. Amanda picked the bowl up off of my head and put it back on the table. My hair was was completely covered in noodles and sauce. “Now baby needs his bath.” Amanda threw one of the paper towels in the trash.

“I'll go run his water I know just how baby likes it.” Amanda left the kitchen. Cathy came over and let me out of the highchair. She pulled on the back of my diaper and looked inside. Then she stuck her finger down the front. I was still clean. She held my hand and we went upstairs to the bathroom. Amanda already had the water running and was adding the Mr. Bubble.

“I think we should keep him in his diapers in case he goes poopums while we bathe him.” She picked me up and dropped me in the tub. Neither of my big wettings made my diaper swell up as much as it did then. Even the back absorbed as such as it possibly could. The swelling made my legs spread apart. Nothing feels as thick as two diapers and a pull-up completely soaked between your legs. “I think the water level just went down.” Cathy and Amanda scrubbed my back, legs, arms chest and face. Then Cathy pushed my head into the water without warning in order to get my hair wet. Some soapy water went up my nose. Then they shampooed me.

“Time to clean baby's butt.” said Cathy. She reached into the bath and ripped off my diapers. “This is heavy.” she said lifting it out of the water. Amanda took the sponge and cleaned my diaper area.

They took me out of the tub and wrapped me in a towel. “Dry Maxy off and take him to my room. I need to get a few things.” Amanda left the bathroom. Cathy picked me up and carried me into Amanda's room. She put me down on Amanda's bed wrapped in the towel. The teddy bear was already in the crib.

“You've had quite the day.” she said. “Tell me the truth. Do you like it? I promise I won't tell anybody.”

“I like parts of it but it really makes me mad the way you both treat me.”

“Your lucky.” she said. “You get to be a baby. I wish could have been a baby forever.” Her voice went up when she spoke the last part, like she was on the verge of crying. Before I could ask her what she meant by that Amanda came back into the room. She was carrying a diaper and the pink footed pajamas.

“Look baby I got something special for you.” she put the diaper down on the bed next to me. “It's a night diaper. That means baby can tinkle as much as he wants and it won't disturb his sleep.” The night diaper also had Barney on it. She unfolded the diaper and lifted my legs up. Then slid it under me. “First we put Maxy on the diaper.” She pulled the front end between my legs and taped it on me snugly. “Then we put the diaper on Maxy.” The night diaper was almost as thick as two day diaper. “Now for baby's jammies” She put me in the pink pajamas and zipped them up behind me. “uh-oh. Baby's hands might get cold. I know just the thing.” she opened her closet and pulled out a pair of little pink crocheted mittens. “These will keep baby's hands warm.” She put them on my hands and then fastened them to my sleeve with baby pins. I felt so babyish. She took me over to the crib where Cathy fluffed my pillow and tucked me in. “Night-night baby.”

“Wait.” said Cathy. “I want to read him a story first. Cathy went over to Amanda's book shelf and scanned the titles. “Let's see. How about Green Eggs and Ham. That was my favorite.” She sat down in a chair next to the crib and read it to me. She had the pages facing me so I could look at the pictures through the bars. She must have memorized it because she never once looked down. She only looked at me. “I do like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. Nighty night baby.” She closed the book and Amanda turned on the mobile. They put the pacifier in my mouth and turned out the lights before leaving. I just layed there thinking about the day. It had been the strangest day of my life. That morning I got out of a race car bed wearing Power Ranger pajamas and now I was in a crib wearing pink 'jammies' and a thick night diaper with Barney on it! I did like how snug I felt though. Snug and sleepy. I put my arm around teddy and fell asleep.

Later that night I was stirred by soft music that was different from that on the mobile and the feeling that I was moving. When I opened my eyes I looked up at Cathy who was humming softly and cradling me in her arms. It must have been very late at night and she was wearing a night gown, Amanda was asleep on her bed. I tried to say, “What are you doing?” but because of the pacifier it came out as “Mujawugymin.”

“Sorry baby. I didn't mean to wake you. It's just that I was having trouble sleeping and you looked so cute. I just wanted to hold you.” She took the pacifier out of my mouth. “Is baby hungy?” she asked. I shook my head. “Is baby wet or stinky?” she squeezed my diaper.

“No.” I said. Amanda started to stir.

“Let's go downstairs baby. I don't want to wake Amanda.” She took me down to the living room and sat down on the couch with me on her lap. “Remember when you tried to hide in the closet? What a silly baby.” she giggled

“Were you serious earlier when you said you wish that you could be a baby?” I asked

“More than you know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know for sure but I have my reasons. I never feel stressed when I'm in a diaper.”

“What! You wear diapers?”

“Keep it down. You don't want to wake up Amanda. I'm wearing one right now. Look.” She had me scoot off her lap so she could pull up her night gown. Sure enough she was wearing a plain white diaper. At the time I didn't see how anybody could enjoy wearing diapers. I liked some parts of wearing them but mostly it was just embarrassing.

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.

“The reason I first became friends with Amanda was because her mom ran a daycare and I knew she'd have diapers that would fit me. That was back in kindergarten.” Being around her made me nervous because I was beginning to think she was crazy. I think she picked up on the fact that I was uncomfortable around her. “What's wrong baby?” she asked.

“Uh. Nothing. Why?”

“Your making faces and scooting farther down the couch.” I didn't realize that I was. “Am I disturbing you?” She pulled me back onto her lap.

“No. It's just that uh... I need to poop.”

“Go right ahead baby. Sissy will be happy to change your stinky diapy.” she started rubbing my back. I wished I'd came up with a better lie to change the subject. I did kinda feel the need to poop. She sniffed. “I don't smell anything.”

“Just give me a minute.” I said. I tried to poop but it only made me pee. She unzipped the back of my jammies and pulled me out to check my diaper.

“No. No stinky but it feels like baby is a little damp if front. Good thing it's a thick diaper. Oh well. It's time for your midnight feeding.” She picked me up and carried me into the kitchen. She put me in the highchair and opened up the fridge. “Let's get baby some milk. She took the milk and poured it into a pot. My eyes widened. I could feel a little poop coming out. I put my hand on the back of my diaper. The bulge was growing. She sniffed and then pinched her nose. “P.U. Little stinker.” She came over and pinched my nose. “I think baby made stinky. Did baby make a nice stinky for sissy?” She patted the back of my diaper. “Yes baby made stinky. Don't worry. Sissy's gonna make it all better.” She took the milk off the stove and poured it into a baby bottle from the sink. She screwed the nipple on and took me back into the living room and sat on the couch with me in her lap. She nuzzled me close and fed me the bottle. While I was drinking it she patted my poopy diaper. “You are such a little pooper. There's still some coming out.” I finished the bottle and she put it on the table next to the couch. She lifted me up in her arms. “Wow. You feel like you gained a pound.” She layed me down and untaped my diaper. “I bet your whole dinner is in here. Let's get you cleaned up.” She cleaned up all the excess poop and then dropped the wipe into the diaper and rolled it up. Then she powdered me and unfolded the fresh diaper.

“These aren't night diapers but you've already tinkled a little so you'll be alright.” She taped it on me then patted my butt. Then she put me back in the jammies. “Stay like this forever little one.” She picked me up and carried me back to Amanda's room. On the way she dropped the soiled diaper in the bathroom trash can. I was tucked and given a kiss goodnight before Cathy climbed into fer sleeping bag on the floor. What a night.

[gnd567]

Good story. I liked it.

[satyrical]

It's wholeheartedly unoriginal and I don't know any five-year-olds who have the diction and insight that Max possesses, but the writing is solid, the pacing is great and you manage to keep it interesting throughout. As far as a pulp *BDL story goes, this is a good piece.

[babymick21]

Bunch of grammar/spelling mistakes, though.

Consistent your vs you're errors. Didn't read it all, but also check for their/there/they're as it's a common error as well.

Fare should be 'fair', etc.

[TheFoxxehAssassin]

It was a cute story. Like Satyrical said, it wasn't the most original, and there were a few grammatical errors, but overall it was pretty good.

--The Foxxeh Assassin--