Chips It was the first day of summer after my fifth grade year and I was dying to get out of the house. As I flew out the front door to enjoy the long summer ahead, the phone rang, and mom said it was for me, "but ma..." I protested, "its one of your friends named Matt" she said. "Oh, ok" I said eagerly taking the phone. Matt Chips and I were buddies in school, and we had talked the last few days about what we were going to do with ourselves the whole summer. We had thrown around the idea of getting together, since we only lived a few miles apart. "Hello..." I said, "Hey Craig, what’s up man?!" Matt said. "Not much, just getting out of the house to play. What are you up to?" I responded, "Same here..." he replied, "I was wondering if you wanted to come over here and play war !" " Sweet!" I said " right now?" "get here as fast as you can!" Matt said. "I'll be right over man, bye!" I hung up the phone and begged mom to drive me, she agreed. I gathered my toy guns and a change of clothes and we headed for the car. We arrived at Matt's house, I said goodbye to mom and jumped out of the car. Mom left and I went around the back of the house to where I could hear voices coming from. Matt and his younger brothers Tim(8), Jeff(5) and Mikey(18months) where there awaiting me. Matt told Mikey to go into the house because war was for big kids only, he pouted but ran inside. We Passed out our toy guns and made up teams. We played war all day long, until it got dark and Mrs. Chips called us in for dinner. We sat and ate and joked around, when we were done with dinner, it had gotten cool outside so we decided to stay inside and play with Matt's brand new Super Nintendo. We changed clothes and started playing. Before we knew it was 10:00pm and Mrs. Chips came into the room and announced " Bedtime is in a few minutes guys, finish up and get into your PJ's". When she said that I remembered I had forgotten mine at home and I said to Mrs. Chips " I forgot my PJ's, what should I do?" and she responded "Oh that’s alright I have something for you to wear". "o.k." I said and went back to the game. Then Mrs. Chips said "Come on Jeff, let's go" and he replied "o.k. mom" and the two of them disappeared upstairs. After about 10 minutes Jeff came back downstairs and into the room, however he was dressed very differently now than before. He was wearing a baby blue colored footed sleeper with a zipper crotch and he was crackling as he walked. I stared at him for a second and thought to myself where I had seen PJ's like that before. then I remembered I’d seen my baby cousin wearing the same thing just a smaller size. It was then that I realized Jeff was wearing a diaper under his sleeper!!! I tried not to pay any attention because the other kids didn't, but it was hard not to look. Jeff plopped down on the couch and started playing like nothing was out of the ordinary. Then I heard "Craig, come on upstairs with me, I’ll get you some bed clothes" , it was Mrs. Chips voice. I turned and looked and she motioned me upstairs, I was kinda nervous as I got up and followed her. When we got upstairs, she led me into the bathroom. "Now Craig, I noticed how you were looking at Jeffery, and yes, he is wearing a diaper. that is because he is a bed wetter and he wants to wear that diaper so he doesn’t have to sleep on wet sheets. Now I know this is your first time sleeping over here and sometimes kids get nervous sleeping in a strange place. So to prevent any accidents or wet sheets, I’m going to put you in a diaper tonight." I was shocked, I stood there speechless as a surge of hot blood ran through my body and I trembled. Mrs. Chips noticed my face turning red and the tears welling up in my eyes and she quickly hugged me and explained " It's o.k. honey, its only for this one night, just to make sure you don't have any accidents. As long as you don't wet your diaper tonight, you will never have to wear a diaper here again. " Her kind words did offer some comfort and I relaxed a bit. "Now since you've been playing outside all day you need a bath, so lets get those cloths off, o.k." she turned to start the bath water and I paused. after she got the water going she turned to me and said "Aawww, it's o.k. you can take your clothes off, I’m a mommy and I am raising 4 boys, you don’t have anything haven't already seen." She reached for my shirt and pulled it off over my head. then she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my feet. I steped out of my jeans and removed my socks. Mrs. Chips grabbed my scoobie-doo underwear by the waistband and pulled them down. Then, to my dismay, she noticed the yellow and brown stains on them and remarked " Well, by the looks of these underwear I’d say its a good thing I decided to put a diaper on you tonight." my face turned red, and she helped me into the tub. She washed me from top to bottom, insisting that she should do it, to make sure I was clean for bed. Mrs. Chips helped me out of the tub, dried me off with a fluffy towel and led me to Mikey's nursery . The nursery had printed wallpaper with plush wall-hanging cartoon characters. There was a dresser, a closet, a crib, a rocking chair and a rather large changing table. It was stocked with several containers of baby powder, baby wipes and over a dozen thick, white disposable diapers were stacked on the shelf under the table-top. There were also 2 un-opened bags of pampers brand diapers, XL size, 44 count, on the floor nearby. It was obvious that they used allot of diapers in this house. Mrs. Chips led me by the hand over to the changing table and lifted my naked body up onto it. She laid me back and spread my legs. She took a baby wipe and thoroughly wiped me down with it, then she took a diaper from the shelf and unfolded it. I'll never forget the sound that diaper made as it was unfolded right before my eyes or the thought that, me, an 11 year old boy was getting diapered for bed by my friends' mother. Mrs. Chips took both my ankles in one hand and lifted my butt up and slid the diaper under me with the other hand. She lowered me down onto the diaper, picked up the baby powder and sprinkled it on my diaper area. After rubbing in the powder, She folded the diaper up into my crotch and down onto my pelvis. She reached around my waist and pulled one side of the diaper up to meet the other and taped it. After doing the same to the other side, it was finished, I was diapered. I laid there, stunned at my infantile predicament, amazed at the way that soft, white plastic felt between my legs. "There now, that’s more like it, a baby boy in a nice, cozy diaper" said Mrs. Chips "You must be cold laying there, I’ve got just the thing for you" and she walked to the closet and removed a baby pink colored footed sleeper with a white bow around the neck. "Jeffery is wearing the blue one so you'll have to wear this one." I was mesmerized by the sleeper as she helped me up to a sitting position on the changing table and slipped my feet into the legs. "But Mrs. Chips, pink is a girls color" I finally protested. "Oh hush, no one here cares, the boys will not make fun of you, I promise, besides you look so cute and babyish in it!" She responded as she zipped up the sleeper. She picked me up by my underarms and held me to her waist with one leg in front and one leg in back, just like a mother would hold a toddler. Putting one arm under my butt to support me she said "you fit in the diaper and sleeper very well, you are rather small and light for your age" she commented " I just love having little diapered boys in my house, the crinkle of the diaper when you walk is like music to my ears!" I was kinda shocked at her apparent love of diapering children, particularly kids mine and Jeffrey’s age. She sighed and put me down, gave me a pat on the butt and we walked back downstairs. I was walking rather bow-legged due to the thickness between my legs, but I soon adjusted to it. Being in a diaper wasn’t so bad after all. As I walked into the livingroom the guys were cleaning up the Nintendo, Matt looked up and burst out laughing. "You look like a little baby girl!" he shouted. He was right, and tears began building as I was very embarrassed. Tim and Jeffery said nothing as Matt continued laughing. Mrs. Chips came stomping into the room, obviously unhappy at the uproar, "MATT!" she yelled "What did I tell you about laughing at others!" and his mood quickly changed from laughter to sodden remorse and fright. "I'll give you something to laugh at" she snapped and locked Matt into her iron grip. "NO, mom please No, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it...." Matt pleaded. "Shut you mouth little boy" she said as she dragged him upstairs. She called to us from the landing "You guys finish putting your toys away and you each can have a cookie and a glass of milk and wait for me to come back down" and then we heard the nursery door slam shut. "Too bad for Matt" was all Tim had to say as we entered the kitchen. Movement from upstairs could be heard in the kitchen as we fixed our snack. After about 10 minutes Mrs. Chips appeared in the kitchen leading Matt by the hand. We all stared at him. He was wearing a Pink Luvs disposable diaper (you remember, the ones made for girls), a pink, frilly bonnet, pink baby booties and his hands were in pink lock-on mittens, rendering his hands useless. He also had a large pacifier in his mouth with a rubber band around his head holding it in. Matt had been crying and the tears were flowing now as well. She led him to the cupboard where she retrieved a baby bottle and filled it with milk. She then sat in one of the kitchen chairs and pulled Matt to her and held him in a way that can only be described as the way newborns are held to be feed bottles. She nestled Matts head in her shoulder and removed the pacifier, she popped the bottle into his mouth and told him to suck. He did as he was told. We all finished our cookies and milk and cleaned up our dishes. When Matt finished his bottle, Mrs. Chips held him chest-to-chest, burped him, and replaced the pacifier in his mouth. "This is what happens to boys who act like babies, they get treated like babies" Mrs. Chips stated. "O.K. everyone, up to bed" she announced and we all followed her upstairs to the boys rooms. Mrs. Chips tucked us all in, the boys in their beds and me in a sleeping bag on the fold-out cot. "Goodnight boys" she said as she turned out the lights and closed the door. As I laid there in the dark, I began thinking about my recent diapering. I had strange feelings about it, at first I dreaded the thought of wearing a diaper, but now I was kinda enjoying it a little. At first, I was hating the diapering, but as it went on, I began liking the feeling of being cared for and having no responsibility. These feelings made me very nervous, I didn't understand them and they scared me. My nervousness and fright was increasing as I fell asleep... The summer sun was shinning through the window as I awoke the next morning. It took a second for me to realize where I was but I soon figured it out. I was excited because it was a nice day and I couldn’t wait to got out and play. I jumped out of bed and went to wake up Matt, but I paused a second. I had forgotten about the diaper I was wearing and to my shock, I was wet!! I couldn’t believe it, I hadn’t wet the bed for years and the one time I NEEDED to stay dry I had wet myself!! I just stood there in shock looking at my diaper when I heard Matt say "You're wet huh?" I looked over to Matt laying awake in his bed. "Yea I am" I responded in a shaky voice. "I don't want to have to wear diapers every time come over here. What if I take it off, throw it away and put on a dry diaper before your mom gets up?" "Don’t get caught, or you'll be sorry" Matt said. I had to act fast, I decided to try it. I went to the door and opened it just a crack to see if anyone was up, with no one in sight I slipped out into the hall and made my way to the nursery. My diaper crinkled like mad, so loud it must have been able to be heard a mile away as I moved slowly to the door. Mikey was sleeping in the crib as I went past on my way to the changing table. I reached under the table and grabbed a fresh diaper, climbed up and unbuttoned my sleeper. Once I got that off, I untapped my wet diaper and let it drop on the floor with a plop, "What are you doing?" I heard in a toddler's voice. Mikey had woken up, "Nothing, go back to sleep!" I snapped. "That’s what I want to know...." repeated an adult voice. It was Mrs. Chips leaning in the doorway, I was busted. I sat there, mortified as she approached me, "Looks like you wet your diaper last night, didn't you?" I could do nothing but nod in admittance. "And you thought by sneaking into the nursery, changing yourself and getting back into bed, you could fool me into thinking you hadn’t wet yourself, right?" Again I nodded. "Well you aren't getting away with it and you will have to be properly punished for attempting to lie to me. No please, I'm sorry......." I pleaded as I started crying. Mrs. Chips called Matt and Jeff to the nursery and checked each of their diapers. Matt was dry and had his diaper removed and was allowed to put on underwear and get dressed for the day. Jeff was wet and was changed into a dry diaper and sent to get dressed as well. Mikey was wet and messy, he also was changed into a clean diaper, dressed in a blue sleeper and sent downstairs. Now it was my turn. Mrs. Chips used a baby wipe to claen me up, powdered and rediapered me. She went to the dresser, opened a drawer and took out a white onesie. It had a pattern of little blue bears and blue trim with a snap crotch. After she dressed me, we all went downstairs for breakfast. After we were done eating, Mrs. Chips said "I have to go to the supermarket today and do some shopping. Now Craig, since you will be getting treated for the rest of the day as the baby you have acted like, you can either: (A)come with me, dressed like you are, and ride in the stroller with Mikey, or (B) you can stay here under the care and strict supervision of our babysitter." I was stunned, I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, and to top it all off, I knew the family babysitter to be Kristen, a local girl who was 4 years older than me and who I had a crush on!! It was an impossible situation, ride in a stroller like a baby and get seen by only lord knows who at the supermarket ( it's a small town ), or have a girl whom I liked see me in this condition! I decided to stay with the sitter, I figured I’d rather have a mature girl see me this way than possibly a friend of mine at the supermarket. If it got around school that I was wearing diapers, I’d be finished. "O.K. but you must obey her, she is in charge while I'm gone and if you misbehave, you punishment will be 10 times the treatment you're getting now." Mrs. Chips said. As she was getting ready to leave, Kristen, the babysitter, showed up. I Attempted to hide but Mrs. Chips pulled me aside and explained to Kristen, "This is Craig, and he is 11 years old. Last night he wet himself and because he was misbehaving, he is getting the same treatment all misbehaviors around here do, he is wearing a diaper and a baby clothes. He must be treated as an infant for the remainder of the day, you will have to watch him, feed him, check his diaper and change him if necessary." "No problem," Kristen said "I'm used to it from changing Mikey and Jeff....and Matt occasionally. "Good." Mrs. Chips said, "Now I’m off to the store, I should be home in about 3 hours. Be good children......!" she yelled as she went out the door. Kristen looked at me and I looked back at her, "Well look at you, a new, cute, little baby for me to take care of !" my face turned red, "I'm not a baby!" I yelled. "Well you certainly look like a baby with that diaper and onesie you are wearing." She was right, I did look like an infant. "OK, Matt and Tim can go outside and play, all babies wearing diapers have to stay in with me." Kristen said, that meant that I had to stay inside with Jeff and Mikey. "But I want to go out and play, it nice outside!!" I complained. "Little babies like you that wear diapers aren't old enough to go outside and play, they have to stay inside where the babysitter can keep an eye on them". "AAwwww.....!" I whined. Matt and Tim went out the door to play and the babies (including me) were herded into the kitchen for lunch. As we ate, I fidgeted in my seat. I couldn’t stay still because I had to pee really bad, I’d been holding it since I woke up. "You may as well just go" Kristen said, "You can't hold it forever and you aren't coming out of that diaper." she was right, I couldn’t hold it forever........ After lunch Kristen lined us up and checked our diapers. Jeff and Mikey were both wet, I was still dry but I wouldn’t be for much longer, the pain was becoming unbearable. "You kids go into the living room and wait for me." Kristen said and she went upstairs. We got out the Nintendo and started playing. Kristen came back into the room with a changing pad, baby powder, baby wipes, and a stack of diapers. she spread out the pad and changed Mikey, then Jeff. When she finished, Kristen came over to me "Did you wet yourself yet?" she said with a sinister smile, "No" I said. Then she whispered in my ear, "Just do it, wet you diaper, we both know you cant it hold any longer. Go on and wet, just it like a baby." As she spoke she unbuttoned the crotch of my onesie and felt the front of my diaper. I couldn’t stand it any longer, I let go and a flood of hot pee filled my diaper. Kristen could feel it happening and a smile crossed her face, "There, now doesn't that feel better," she said. It sure did. " Now come lay down so I can change you." I reluctantly waddled over to the changing pad and laid down on it. I was very nervous, this was the moment I had been dreading and looking forward to at the same time. A 15 year old girl is about to change an 11 year old boy's wet diaper. I felt pathetic, infantile, babyish, embarrassed and excited, and I wasn’t sure why. Kristen pushed up my onesie and exposed my diaper. Then she pulled the tapes on each side and opened the diaper. "Oh my, you are soooo wet! Its a good thing a baby like you is still in diapers or we would have a real mess to clean up!" I turned red. She then took both of my ankles in one have and lifted by butt up and pulled the diaper out from under me with the other hand. She used a baby wipe and wiped my bum cheeks, butt crack, anus, ball sack, penis and pelvis. She rolled up the used wipe in the wet diaper and set them aside. Kristen picked up a fresh diaper, unfolded it and placed it on the changing pad between my legs. She lifted me by the ankles again. This time she slid my new diaper under my butt and set me down on it. Next was the baby powder. Oh how I loved the smell of baby powder, and due to the activity of a girl touching my crotch area, my small penis had become stimulated. As she applied a generous amount of baby powder, it seemed to me that she was paying special attention to my still pathetically small boner (hey I was only 11). "If that's all the bigger it gets than you should be in diapers, I’ve seen bigger pee pee's on 2 year olds!" I was now in tears from the embarrassment. Kristen finished the diapering by folding the pamper up between my legs and taping it snuggly on around the sides. She helped me up and buttoned the crotch of my onesie. "Awww don't cry little baby, I have something that will make you happy" She said and went to the kitchen. The baby sitter returned with a bottle of milk and sat on the couch. She took me onto her lap and positioned my head in the cradle of her arm and put the nipple in my mouth. I sucked since I was thirsty. Kristen kept an eye on Jeff and Mikey as she watched TV and fed me. I soon became sleepy and fell asleep in her arms. I awoke to the face of Mrs. Chips, " Baby... Baby... wake up little baby...." she said. I was rather groggy. I was laying in Mikey's crib and my diaper felt funny. "Kristen brought you up here to the nursery to let you finish your nap and I can tell you need changed again." She said as she checked my diaper. "Kristen went home, and now its time for you to do the same, you mom called and she wants you home for dinner." "What time is it?" I asked. "5:15pm, now let's get you out of that dirty diaper..." she responded as she lifted me out of the crib and laid me on the changing table. Dirty diaper?? I had pooped my diaper?? It was true, I had, but that was no surprise to Mrs. Chips since I hadn’t had a bowel movement in almost 36 hours! She skillfully removed my dirty diaper and thoroughly cleaned me up. I was given back my underwear and clothes and I said my good-bye’s. Mom came and picked me up an asked if I had fun, "I had lots of fun", I said, "I can't wait to sleep over there again!" THE END