THE TRAINING OF ERIC

	Chapter 1:  Mrs. Larsen's Plan

	Eric Larsen was 14 years old.  That, thought his mother, was
the biggest problem.  Mrs. Larsen had just had another conference with
the principal of Eric's Junior High.  Eric, it seems, had been
involved in a small incident of mischief and vandalism at school, and
this was not the first time something like this had happened.  "One
more incident like this," warned the principal, "and Eric will have to
be suspended."

	"Perhaps," thought his mother, "if Eric's father, rest his
soul, were still alive, or if I were able to spend more time with him,
this wouldn't be happening."  Mrs. Larsen had to work full-time in
order to support herself and her son, but fortunately had gone to
nursing school before she married, and was able to find work as a
nurse at a nearby hospital.  She was always nearby in case of
emergencies, but her job required her to work odd hours much of the
time, leaving Eric to take care of himself.  "If he were a small
child, I could always enroll him in the day-care center at the
hospital and they would look after him when I was busy, but what can
you do to keep control of a teenager?" thought Mrs. Larsen, and
suddenly, an idea began to blossom in her head.  She remembered once
reading about a mother who turned her bed-wetting 14-year old into a
teenaged baby, complete with diapers, bottles, and cute baby clothes.
"Well, Eric's not a bed-wetter, but maybe we can do something about
that!"

	Next day, at the hospital, Mrs. Larsen mentioned her budding
plan to some co-workers she knew would go along.  "What a marvelous
idea," said Nurse Danvers, the senior nurse on the floor.  "I'll take
care of getting you all the medication and equipment you'll need to
implement your plan.  I'm sure Dr.  Harris will go along with the
scheme."  Dr. Emily Harris was a young pediatrician who was quite
friendly with the nurses.  "I can't wait to see your new baby,"
laughed Nurse Carter.

	That evening, Mrs. Larsen began to implement her plan.  "It's
almost time for bed, Eric," she called.  "I've left some milk and cake
for you on the kitchen table.  When you finish them, go upstairs and
go to sleep."  Little did Eric suspect that there was more than
chocolate syrup added to his milk tonight. Courtesy of the hospital,
Mrs. Larsen had added a potent diuretic, some muscle relaxant and some
sleeping medication as well.  Eric soon drifted off into a deep sleep,
while the diuretic quickly filled his bladder with liquid.  The muscle
relaxant caused his bladder muscles to relax, and before long he was
lying in a large puddle of urine.  The sleeping medication insured
that he remained fast asleep, completely unaware of his infantile act.

	The alarm clock began its incessant ringing, and Eric drowsily
reached over to shut it off.  As he rolled over in bed he felt
something strange under him.  "What in the world happened here??"
exclaimed Eric, as he sat up in bed and switched on the light.  "I
don't believe this!  I haven't done this since I was sleeping in a
crib.  What's Mom going to say?"  Eric didn't have much time to wonder
about this last question, as Mrs. Larsen entered the room, and
immediately noticed the odor and the large stain on the sheet.  "I
suppose it's not enough that you and your friends act like infants all
the time!  Now I see you've decided to act like an infant at night as
well!"  "Aw, gee, Mom!  I don't have the slightest idea how this
happened.  Maybe I was sick or something."  "Well, maybe.  If it keeps
happening I'm taking you to the hospital to have Dr. Harris look you
over.  Now go take a shower and clean yourself up, while I take care
of cleaning up your bed."

	That day at the hospital, Dr. Harris and the other nurses all
wanted to know how phase one of the plan went.  "Like a charm"
answered Mrs. Larsen.  "A few more nights of this, and I'll have him
in here to see the doctor.  Then we can begin on phase two".
Meanwhile, at school, Eric's friends noticed that he seemed quieter
than usual, but of course he wouldn't tell even his closest friends
what had happened the previous night.  That evening, Eric again drank
his drugged chocolate milk.  He had absolutely no suspicion that the
milk had anything to do with his problem.  He went to sleep with some
trepidation, afraid of what he would discover the next morning, but
the sleeping medication made sure that he quickly fell asleep,
troubled or not.  Not surprisingly, Eric's awakening was a repeat of
the previous morning.  "I'm going to make an appointment for you to
see Dr. Harris," said his mother.  "Meanwhile, I'm putting a rubber
sheet on the bed.  I don't want the bedding and mattress to be
ruined."  Ashamed though he was to have a babyish rubber sheet on his
bed, Eric admitted that it was a reasonable idea.

	Chapter 2:  A Visit with Dr. Harris

	Mrs. Larsen arranged with Dr. Harris to see Eric the next day.
When Mrs. Larsen came home that evening, she told Eric about the
appointment.  Dr.  Harris had treated Eric for many years, but lately,
Eric had grown embarrassed at having a woman examine him.  "Aw, Mom,
can't we find a different doctor?", whined Eric, but his mother cut
off his complaints.  "Nonsense.  Dr. Harris has been your doctor for
years.  It makes absolutely no difference that she's a woman.  I want
to make sure your problem gets the best possible attention.  Now drink
your milk and go to sleep.  You'll come with me to the hospital in the
morning.".  And so Eric once again had his bedtime snack of diuretics,
muscle relaxant and sleeping medication, and went up to his room,
where, as his mother had promised, he found a rubber sheet covering
his bed.  As he lay down, he felt the smooth surface of the rubber. He
had never felt anything quite like it before, and, shaming though it
was to have to have such a sheet on his bed, he kind of liked the feel
of the rubber sheet.  He didn't have much time to ponder this strange
phenomenon, as the sleeping medication was beginning to do its work.

	Next morning, after waking to find the inevitable puddle on
his rubber sheet, he cleaned up, and prepared to accompany his mother
to the hospital, to visit Dr. Harris.  Of course, Dr. Harris knew
exactly what was wrong with Eric, but she agreed to go through the
charade of examining him for possible urinary problems.  Following the
examination, the doctor called Eric and his mother into her office.
"I can't find anything seriously wrong.  Perhaps his bladder muscles
are just a little weak.  I'll prescribe some medication that may help
clear up the problem.  If not, maybe there is some psychological
reason for this onset of bed-wetting.  If the medication doesn't stop
the wetting in a week, I'll arrange for Eric to see our resident
psychologist, Dr. Tompkins. Meanwhile, why don't you pick up some
incontinent pants for Eric.  There's no reason for him to catch cold
by waking up in a puddle of urine every morning."

	Dr. Harris wrote out the prescription, and sent Eric and his
mother off to the hospital dispensary to pick up the medicine and
incontinent supplies.  What Eric didn't know (but his mother did) is
that the medicine prescribed, far from being a possible cure for the
bed-wetting, would actually serve to weaken his bladder even further.
Mrs. Larsen would no longer have to spike Eric's milk to induce
wetting.  Now, Eric would willingly take the medicine that he thought
would eliminate his embarrassing problem, little suspecting that in
fact the medicine was just making it worse.  In fact, Dr. Harris fully
expected that by next week, far from stopping his wetting, Eric would
begin having daytime accidents as well.

	What the doctor and the dispensary euphemistically called
"incontinent pants" were nothing more than large-sized disposable
diapers, no different, except in scale, from those that infants wore.
In fact, the clerk at the dispensary suggested that even though the
diapers were plastic-backed and theoretically waterproof, it wouldn't
be a bad idea if Eric also wore waterproof plastic pants over the
diapers, just to be sure.  Eric's face turned beet-red as he saw that
he was being put back into diapers and plastic pants just like a
toddler, but as with the rubber sheet, he could hardly argue with the
logic of the idea. He certainly didn't relish waking up each morning
soaking wet with his own urine.

	That night, when it was time for Eric to go to bed, his mother
was waiting in his bedroom with the diapers.  Eric tried to argue that
he could put them on himself, but Mrs. Larsen would have none of that.
"I want to make sure that they go on tightly, and won't leak, or slip
off during the night.  I put diapers on you when you were an infant,
so what's the big problem about me putting them on you now.  You're
still my baby!"  And so saying, she kissed Eric, which of course made
the already embarrassed boy more embarrassed yet, and laid him down on
his rubber-sheeted bed.  She promptly undressed Eric, sprinkled baby
powder all over his diaper area ("We don't want you getting diaper
rash", she remarked) and then pulled the diaper up between his legs,
and fastened the tapes tightly across his tummy.  Then she pulled the
plastic baby pants up over the diapers.  "All ready for bed.  Pleasant
dreams.  Maybe the medicine will help stop the wetting."

	Mrs. Larsen turned off the light and closed the door, leaving
Eric lying on his rubber-sheeted bed, swaddled in diapers and plastic
pants, feeling just like a baby.  Acutely embarrassed though he was,
he had to admit that he sort of enjoyed the loving attention his
mother showed him as she was putting on his diapers.  She hadn't acted
quite like that toward him for many years.  It sure beat having her
constantly yelling at him for this or that misdeed.  Since he began
his bed-wetting, he certainly hadn't been getting into any trouble with
his friends.  In fact, he had been spending very little time with his
friends, being too ashamed and troubled by his wetting to want to do
much of anything.

	As Eric drifted off to sleep, Mrs. Larsen was musing along
much the same lines. Her plan was succeeding beyond her wildest
dreams.  She really enjoyed being able to baby her son once again, and
he seemed to be much calmer and more well behaved since the bed-wetting
started. She eagerly anticipated the effects of the new medication and
the next phase of her scheme.

	Chapter 3:  Wet Pants in School

	Eric was disappointed and worried.  It had been five days
since he began taking the medication, and his nightly bed-wetting
hadn't shown any sign of stopping. At least it was more comfortable
awakening each morning in warm, wet diapers rather than in a puddle of
urine.  But he wondered what was wrong with him.  14 year-old boys
weren't supposed to get put to bed in diapers and plastic pants by
their mothers.  And what would happen the next time a friend wanted to
spend the night at his house.  So far, none of his friends knew
anything about his problem, although they all noticed that Eric was
much quieter lately. Eric knew that if his problem kept up, it was
inevitable that someone would find out about it, and that would
absolutely ruin his social standing.  He dreaded the occurrence, but
hadn't the slightest idea how to prevent it.

	It happened sooner than expected, and in a way that Eric had
never anticipated. He was sitting in History class, half listening to
the teacher, and half pondering his problems, when he had a sudden
urge to pee.  But before he could even raise his hand and ask to be
excused, he felt his bladder relax and felt the wetness spreading
through his crotch and across his backside.  He couldn't stop himself,
but tried to hide what was happening.  Of course, this just served to
call attention to himself, and before long, his friend Tony, sitting
in the next row whispered, "Hey, guys!  Eric's peeing in his pants!"
The teacher stopped lecturing and demanded, "What's going on back
there?" As Eric tried to vanish into his seat, Tony repeated "Eric
Larsen just wet his pants", and the teacher and the rest of the class
saw that this was indeed true.  The teacher called Eric to step out
into the hallway with him.  "What happened?", the teacher asked.  "I
don't know," Eric answered.  "All of a sudden I found myself wetting,
and couldn't stop myself.  I've never done anything like this before."
"Perhaps you should visit the school nurse," the teacher replied, and
sent Eric down to the school infirmary.

	Eric described to the school nurse what had happened, and also
admitted that he had recently begun wetting his bed at night.  The
school nurse knew that Eric's mother worked at the hospital, and
decided to call her.  Eric's mother agreed to come down to the school,
pick up Eric, and take him to the hospital.  "It seems like Eric's
problem is more serious than we originally thought", said Mrs.
Larsen.  "I hope the doctors at the hospital can come up with an
answer". Of course, the school nurse didn't know that the answer that
Mrs. Larsen hoped for would turn Eric into even more of a baby.

	Chapter 4:  Bed-Wetting Patient

	Eric arrived at the hospital with his mother, and was quickly
ushered into Dr. Harris' office.  "Well, it seems you have a bigger
problem than we thought," said the doctor.  "The medication doesn't
seem to be having any effect, and now you're wetting your pants during
the day as well.  We'll check you in here and run a full series of
tests on you. I also want you to talk to our psychologist, Dr.
Tompkins.  Maybe he'll be able to figure out what to do with you."

	Eric wasn't thrilled with the idea of staying in the hospital,
but he was less thrilled with becoming a total incontinent, so he went
through the check-in procedures without complaining, and soon found
himself lying in a rubber- sheeted hospital bed, being diapered by
Nurse Carter, one of his mother's close friends and co-conspirators in
the plan.  As the nurse looked at Eric stretched out on the bed, she
noticed the light colored thatch of hair growing around his crotch.
"If you're going to be wetting yourself, that hair had better be
shaved off.  It's unhealthy to have a damp wad of hair there." At this
comment, Eric started to vehemently complain, as he was proud of this
indication of his budding manhood.  But the nurse quickly produced a
shaving kit, and began to spread shaving cream around his crotch.
Eric started thrashing around so violently that the nurse produced
wrist and ankle restraints and fastened Eric spread-eagled to the bed.
"If you're going to sqirm like that, you're likely to get cut.  I
don't think you'd be interested in losing anything else but your
hair!"  And so Eric was soon as clean-shaven in his crotch as a
newborn baby.  The nurse then applied a generous amount of baby lotion
and sprinkled baby powder all over his diaper area.  She then pulled a
thick diaper up between his legs, fastened it securely, and then
pulled on a pair of heavy brown rubber pants.  Unfastening Eric's
wrists and ankles from the bed, the nurse gave Eric some pills to take
and some liquid medicine as well.  "Dr. Harris wants you to try some
stronger medication.  Maybe these will work where the previous one
didn't."  Eric took his medicine. It was stronger medication all
right.  A few days of this stuff, and Eric would have absolutely no
control of his bladder functions at all.  "We'll start your
examinations tomorrow.  Now, get a good night's sleep."  And so
saying, Nurse Carter pulled up the bars on the sides of Eric's bed,
turned of the light, and closed the door.  Eric felt more babyish than
ever, lying in a crib, his crotch thickly padded with thirsty diapers.
He began wetting himself even before he fell asleep.

	Eric awoke in his hospital crib to find that even though he
had wet profusely through the night, his bladder was uncomfortably
full again. Unable to get out of the crib, and not knowing what else
to do, he relaxed his bladder and flooded his diaper again.  Though
his diaper was sopping wet, the heavy rubber pants did a pretty good
job of keeping the wetness from spreading to his rubber sheet.
Presently, Nurse Danvers, another close friend of Eric's mother, came
in, removed the wet diaper, cleaned and powdered Eric, rediapered him,
and pulled on another pair of rubber pants.  "Here, have your
breakfast, and take your medicine," said the nurse.  This time,
besides the strong diuretic and bladder stimulants, a new wrinkle was
added.  His oatmeal contained a generous portion of Metamucil, a bulk
laxative.  Before long, Eric would be soiling as well as wetting his
diapers.

	Eric's first appointment was with Dr. Tompkins, the
psychologist.  Dr.  Tompkins was a trained hypnotist, and had
successfully used hypnosis to cure smokers and overeaters on many
occasions.  He had even once cured a bed-wetting teenager by
hypnotizing him, but this was the first time that he was going to try
it in the other direction.  He began by having a long talk with Eric,
seemingly trying to ascertain whether any traumatic experiences had
led to the onset of bed-wetting. Then he told Eric, "I'm going to try
and put you in to a hypnotic trance.  I'm doing this for two reasons.
Maybe you will reveal some cause for the bed-wetting while under
hypnosis, and I'm also going to try to implant some post-hypnotic
suggestions to help with your problem.  Now lay down on the couch here
and relax."  Dr. Tompkins began the standard procedures for inducing a
hypnotic trance.  He didn't know how well this would work on Eric, as
not everyone is a good subject for hypnosis, but he was pleased to
find that Eric very quickly fell into a deep trance.  He began
implanting post- hypnotic suggestions. "Whenever you feel your bladder
filling, you will immediately relax and release your muscles.  You
will have pleasant, babyish feelings as you feel the soothing, warm
wetness creep into your diaper.  You will begin to crave something to
suck in your mouth.  Perhaps your thumb, or a pacifier, or the nipple
of a bottle.  Whenever someone diapers you, you will feel calm and
relaxed, and imagine that you are again a two-year-old toddler,
without a care in the world."  Dr. Tompkins knew that these
suggestions wouldn't take effect immediately, but hoped that several
sessions with Eric would lead to his further babyfication.  He told
Eric that when he awoke from his trance, he would remember nothing of
what he was told, but would feel relaxed and less upset about his
problem.  Then he began to slowly awaken Eric from the trance.

	When Eric awoke, he asked the doctor what had happened, as he
remembered nothing.  The doctor told him that he revealed nothing of
interest, but that he had planted several post-hypnotic suggestions
that might prove helpful.  "We'll try again tomorrow morning.  It
usually takes several sessions of hypnosis to get any results.  But
you're an excellent subject.  I'm very hopeful that eventually we will
get the desired results."  Eric was of course unaware that the desired
results were to reduce him to total and complete babyhood.

	Chapter 5:  The Call of Nature

	The rest of the morning was spent having various doctors (all
in on the plan) examining Eric's urinary system thoroughly.  In fact,
the examination showed that Eric's bladder muscles were quite weak,
but this was really a result rather than a cause of Eric's treatment.
Nurse Danvers took Eric back to his room, where his mother was waiting
to see how he was doing.  "I hope that between the physical and
psychological examinations they find something," said Mrs.  Larsen.
"Otherwise, I'll guess I'll have to raise an infant all over again."
While Eric cringed at the suggestion, he was surprised to find that a
part of him became excited at the idea.  He didn't know that this was
a result of Dr. Tompkins' hypnosis.

	Eric was given his lunch, and once again unwittingly ingested
a healthy portion of Metamucil.  His system was quietly forming a large
bowel movement, which before long would be aching to be released.
After lunch Eric was told to take a nap, and as he lay down in his
steel-barred hospital crib, he quickly fell asleep.  Unknown to Eric,
Nurse Danvers locked the top over the crib, and retreated to an
adjoining room which had a one-way mirror for observing Eric.  An hour
later, Eric awoke and felt the inevitable call of nature.  He was
surprised to find he was locked in his crib and began to yell for a
nurse to come and let him out to go to the bathroom.  No nurse
answered his call, as most of the staff, including Mrs. Larsen, were
next door, waiting to see Eric take his next giant step back to
babyhood.  It was obvious to all the observers that Eric was trying
very hard not to have an accident.  He scrunched up in his crib into a
fetal position, attempting to ease the discomfort, but it just kept
growing stronger and stronger.  The fact that his bladder was also
full didn't help.  He decided to let himself wet, hoping that it would
make it easier to resist the urge to soil, but no sooner did he relax
his bladder muscles than he lost control of his bowels as well.  The
large, solid mass of bowel movement, augmented by the large amount of
Metamucil he had ingested in the past day pressed out of Eric's rear
end.  The bulge in the seat of his diaper grew larger and larger, and
it was obvious to all who were watching exactly what had happened.  As
the very ashamed Eric finished his business, Nurse Danvers entered the
room, sniffing the air.  "My my, we seem to have progressed from bed
wetting to pants pooping!  Next thing you know, you'll be nursing from
a bottle."  Although the nurse seemed to make that last comment in
jest, Eric sensed that the way things were going, that would
inevitably come to pass.

	During the next week Eric continued to regress further and
further into teenage babyhood.  He was now wetting 10 or so times a
day, and soiling his diaper once or twice a day as well.  He was being
fed baby-food for all his meals, and drinking his juice and milk from
a bottle.  He always seemed to have something in his mouth, be it a
bottle, a pacifier, or his thumb.  Although he still talked like a
14-year old boy, he often thought of himself as a 2-year old toddler.
Most surprising of all, he was enjoying his baby life, and saw no
reason to return to the normal life of a teenager.  This last effect
was due to the persistent instruction of Dr. Tompkins, who implanted
in Eric's mind the idea that there was nothing in life more
pleasurable than being a helpless baby and being taken care of all the
time.  There was no longer any need for any special medication, as
Eric was completely incontinent of both bowel and bladder.  It would
take months of toilet training to get Eric back to continence, but of
course no one, not even Eric, desired that.

	Dr. Harris signed the discharge papers, and released Eric as
completely cured. What he was cured of was being an unruly teenager.
Never again would Mrs. Larsen have to worry about the trouble Eric
might be getting into in school.  Dr. Harris arranged for the school
authorities to be told that Eric was stricken with a severe chronic
illness, and would no longer be able to attend school.

	When Mrs. Larsen brought Eric home, he found that all his
furniture and clothing had been moved up to the attic.  In its place
was an entire room full of adult-sized baby furniture.  There was a
wooden crib, a changing table, a playpen and a high-chair.  In place
of his T-Shirts and jeans, Eric found a large selection of sun-suits
and romper outfits, all in the most delightful baby patterns, all in
Eric's size.  His mother had ordered them from an adult baby clothing
catalog that one of the other nurses had found.  Eric was equipped
with everything the well-supplied teenaged baby needed.

	Whenever Mrs. Larsen was working at the hospital, she brought
Eric along.  The attendants at the Day-Care center were just delighted
to have such a cute 14-year-old baby to take care of.  All his friends
on the staff of the hospital came to visit frequently, and Dr.
Tompkins made sure that the post-hypnotic suggestions were frequently
reinforced.  Eric would be sure to spend the rest of his life in
diapers and baby clothes.

	Chapter 6: Eric Goes to Camp

	On the whole, Mrs. Larsen was quite happy with the present
state of affairs. She enjoyed being able to baby her son once again,
and the relief of not having to worry about what sort of trouble he
might get into was more than worth the minor nuisance of feeding and
diaper changing.  The convenience of having the hospital day-care
center available free of charge meant that there was always someone to
look after Eric when she was at work.  Nevertheless, by the time
summer arrived, Mrs. Larsen began to get restless.  In previous years,
Eric had gone away for the summer to sleep-away camp, leaving Mrs.
Larsen free to take her annual vacation and travel and enjoy herself
free of the problems of taking care of a child.  But she could hardly
send her totally incontinent and babyfied son away to a normal camp
anymore.

	Her friend Dr. Tompkins came to the rescue.  In the past
months since Eric's training, a half-dozen other teenagers had
undergone the same treatment at the hands of the hospital crew.  In
addition, Dr. Tompkins had made contact with some colleagues in other
cities who had similar patients.  He decided to start a summer camp
especially for teenage babies.  He owned a large piece of property out
in the country, well secluded and perfectly suited for such a venture.
He hired some of his medical students as counselors, and assembled a
group of a dozen campers of both sexes, ranging in age from eleven to
eighteen. All the campers had one thing in common.  They were
full-time diaper wearers who to a greater or lesser extent were
leading the lives of big babies.

	Eric was driven to the camp by his mother, who gave him a big
hug and kiss as she said good bye.  "Enjoy yourself, baby.  See you at
the end of the summer." Eric walked into the cabin, and was confronted
with a large room filled with a dozen adult-sized steel-barred
hospital cribs.  Next to each crib was a chest of drawers and a large
diaper pail.  Eric saw that each diaper pail had a name written on it,
and quickly found the one with his name, and dragged his camp trunk
over to it.  Several other campers had already arrived, and Eric was
quickly introduced to them by Dr. Tompkins.  There was Krissy, a cute,
blond 15- year-old baby girl, who was wearing a short baby dress which
didn't cover her frilly rhumba panties stuffed with thick diapers.
There was Sean, a small, slender boy who looked to be about 8 years
old, even though he was really 11. Of course, he was dressed even
younger, in a short-legged bib-style romper suit complete with crotch
snaps for easy diaper changes.  The way the bulge in his pants was
sagging, he obviously needed a diaper change now.  In the crib next to
Eric was Billy, a 15-year-old boy with a history very similar to
Eric's.  In fact, Billy's mom decided on this treatment for her son
after hearing of Mrs. Larsen's success with Eric.  Billy was dressed
in a pair of "Oshkosh" bib overalls, specially modified to have the
fly sewn shut and crotch snaps installed instead.

	Presently, the other campers arrived, all obviously well
diapered. Dr.  Tompkins introduced the campers to Mike and Marie, the
two counselors, and began explaining the rules and routines of the
camp. "Reveille is at 7 AM.  The counsellors will come around, unlock
your cribs and change your diapers.  You will then be given a bottle
of juice to drink while waiting for the other campers to be taken care
of.  Then comes breakfast.  Your parents have informed me of your
individual eating habits, and this will be maintained here at camp.
Some of you are able to feed yourselves, others need to be fed
baby food by the counsellors.  Lunch is at noon, followed by nap-time.
Dinner will be a six, and you will be given your bedtime bottles and
locked in your cribs for the night at 8 PM.  Campers are not allowed
to change their own diapers.  If you need changing, you must ask one
of the counselors to change you.  The counselors will also take care
of all the laundry, and make sure that you always have enough clean
outfits, diapers and plastic pants to wear.  We will have the usual
summer-camp type of activities, like swimming and ball-playing, but
nothing too strenuous because you're all such little children.  Of
course, any trouble-making will be severely punished, so behave
yourselves.  I'm sure you'll all have a fun summer."

	Mike and Marie began to help the campers unpack their trunks.
Soon the dressers were full of cute baby outfits, and plenty of
diapers and plastic pants.  After this, the campers were all put in
their cribs and told to take their naps.  "You've had a tiring day.
We'll wake you up in time for supper." Mike and Marie shut the lights,
closed the door and left the babies to their sleeping.

	Eric lay in his crib and looked forward to what he hoped would
be a great summer.  For the first time since his wetting began, he
would be able to be friends with other kids, without being the least
bit self-conscious about his babyish ways.  His thumb found its way
into his mouth as he drifted off to sleep.

	Chapter 7: The Prank

	Camp quickly settled into its usual routine.  With the
exception of the diapers, cribs, baby food and baby clothes, it was
much like any other summer camp.  The weather was beautiful, and Eric
was having the time of his life.  Unfortunately, the renewed contact
with other kids revived his propensity for mischief.  In typical
camper fashion, Eric decided to play a prank on their counselor Mike.
From comments that Marcie, the other counselor, had made, he knew that
Mike was an exceptionally deep sleeper.  He decided to try the old
camp trick of carrying his bed down to the dock at the lake while he
was sleeping in it.

	First, Eric had to obtain a crib key, but he quickly
discovered that Dr.  Tompkins kept a set of spares in his desk draw,
and purloined one. On the night of the prank, Eric waited till he was
sure all the other campers were asleep. He quietly unlocked his crib
and climbed out over the bars.  He crept into the next cabin where
Mike slept.  As he had hoped, Mike was quite dead to the world.
Eric's job was made much easier by the fact that Mike's bed had
wheel-casters on its legs.  He released the wheel brakes, and
carefully rolled the bed out of the cabin and down to the lake.  He
maneuvered the bed onto the dock, and left it positioned sufficiently
close to the edge so that if Mike stepped out of bed, he would
immediately fall into the lake.  Eric left the sleeping counselor and
crept back into his own cabin, climbed back into his own crib and
locked the top.  Everything was going perfectly, so far.

	Sure enough, several hours later, when Mike sleepily yawned
and slid his feet over the side of his bed, he immediately fell with a
splash into the lake.  Furious, and dripping wet, he stomped out of
the lake and back to the campus, where he encountered Dr. Tompkins.
"Out for a pre-dawn swim in your pajamas?", asked the doctor.  Mike
pointed to his bed on the dock.  "One of our sweet babies has been up
to some mischief, and if I can find the one responsible, I'll warm his
little diapered backside so well he won't sit for a week!!" "Calm
down, Mike," answered Dr. Tompkins.  "I'll come up with a way to smoke
out the culprit, and when I do, you don't have to worry.  He'll be
well punished."

	Chapter 8: Eric's Punishment

	Mike and Dr. Tompkins strode into the children's cabin and
flipped on the light switch.  Those campers who had not yet awakened
were startled out of their sleep.  As usual, the campers lay in their
locked cribs, all badly needing a diaper change.  All were soaking
wet, and quite a few were messy as well.  But rather than begin the
morning ritual of changing and feeding, Dr. Tompkins announced in a
firm voice, "One of you babies was very naughty last night.  I want to
find out which one so that he or she can be appropriately punished.
If the culprit doesn't confess, all of you will be punished together.
For starters, you will all stay locked in your cribs and none of you
will get your diapers changed.  Secondly, you will all be forced to
drink a quart bottle every hour until the guilty one confesses.  If no
one confesses by 10 AM, you will start get hourly spankings also.  Now
if you don't want to spend the rest of the summer locked in your cribs
in wet smelly diapers getting your backsides warmed every hour on the
hour, somebody had better admit to playing that prank last night!"

	Quite a few of the campers were aware that Eric was the guilty
party and their eyes began to focus on him, silently imploring him to
give himself up and spare them the promised punishment.  Eric lay
trembling in his crib, and quickly decided that if he didn't want to
become a pariah for the rest of the summer he had better own up to his
crime. "Dr. Tompkins," he stammered, "I was the one who pushed Mike's
bed down to the lake, and I'm ready to take my punishment."  "Well,
I'm glad you've decided to admit it and spare your bunkmates some
undeserved punishment," said Dr. Tompkins.  "We'll start getting you
all ready for breakfast now".  Eric's fate will be announced after the
meal."

	After breakfast, Dr. Tompkins escorted Eric out of the mess
hall, and several minutes later returned and led Eric to the front of
the hall. He announced, "Eric has been a very bad boy.  He is being
sentenced to 24 hours of severe punishment.  All of you are going to
observe what happens to Eric over the next day, and maybe that will
convince you that mischief doesn't pay.  You will notice that Eric is
wearing ten thick cloth diapers and two pairs of heavy rubber pants.
That's because he is not going to have his diapers changed for the
entire punishment period.  You will also notice that Eric has a gag
strapped into his mouth.  This is a specially-designed feeding gag.
Inside his mouth is a large rubber nipple.  If we connect a tube to
the fitting on the front, we can make Eric drink as much liquid as we
want. There's no way he can stop the flow of liquid.  You can be sure
that we will be feeding him plenty. We wouldn't want his diapers to
stay dry for long, would we?  In addition, Eric's hands are strapped
in leather restraint mittens and fastened behind his back.  He is
completely unable to interfere with his diapers or his feeding gag.
We'll lock Eric in a crib and place it right in the middle of the
ballfield. You'll all get a good chance to watch him as he helplessly
wets and wets and wets.  And tonight, after dinner, we'll have an
extra special surprise treat."

	The two counselors and Dr. Tompkins dragged Eric out to the
ball field, and locked him in the crib.  They then connected a
two-quart container of water to his feeding tube and started the flow.
Eric was helpless to do anything but keep swallowing as the water
flowed out of his gag and into his mouth.  He was quite uncomfortable
lying in the crib with his hands strapped behind him, and he knew that
before long his diapers would begin to get very wet.

	The day progressed ever so slowly for Eric.  Every hour, they
force-fed him another two quarts of liquid, sometimes water, sometimes
milk, sometimes juice.  In addition, they added some stimulants to
make sure he wouldn't have the respite of any sleep.  Thickly as he
was diapered, his constant heavy wetting was already straining the
capacity of his diapers.  The wet, heavy mass felt like a lead weight
on his loins.  Throughout the day, the other campers came over to
watch him squirm in his locked crib and wet diapers.  With the
encouragement of the counselors, they taunted him mercilessly.  The
gag made sure that he couldn't respond to their taunts.  Finally, the
campers all went in to dinner.  Eric wondered what his "special
surprise treat" that evening would be.

	When everyone came out of the mess hall after supper, Eric saw
what the surprise would be, and he was less than thrilled.  Along with
the usual two-quart feeding bag of liquid, the counselors were
carrying another two-quart bag, along with some tubing.  Mike unlocked
the crib top, unfastened Eric's mittens from behind his back, and with
Marcie's help, quickly refastened them to the side of the crib so that
Eric was lying on his back.  Then they strapped his thighs and ankles
to the crib rails so that his rear end was high in the air.  Next, a
plug was removed from the seat of his rubber pants, revealing a hole,
through which they inserted a strange nozzle connected to some tubing.
The nozzle passed through holes which were strategically located in
all of Eric's diapers, and, with the aid of some Vaseline lubrication,
was inserted high up into Eric's rectum.  A swift pump on a rubber
bulb and a balloon inflated deep inside Eric's rear.  There was no way
the nozzle would come loose.  Then tubing was connected to both two-
quart bags, one to his feeding gag, and one to the irrigation nozzle.
As the counselors started up both liquid flows, Eric was treated to
the sensation of having liquids poured into him simultaneously from
both ends.

	Several minutes later, both bags were empty.  The tubing was
disconnected but the retention balloon was left inflated.  As they
unstrapped Eric's hands and feet from the crib rails, and refastened
his hands behind his back, Marcie told him, "We'll let you hold the
enema for half an hour.  Then we'll remove the balloon and leave you
alone for the night.  I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself". Marcie smiled a
wicked looking smile.  Before long, Eric's bowels began churning, as
his system ached to expel the two quarts of water.  He didn't know how
he was going to survive the half hour, as it felt like his insides
were going to burst.  Wave after wave of pain washed over his stomach,
and Eric began to sweat profusely.  Finally, after what seemed an
eternity, Mike released the catch on the balloon, and it quickly
deflated and popped out of his rear.  No sooner did he remove the
tubing and re-plug the hole in Eric's rubber pants then a strong
contraction caused the contents of Eric's bowels to begin gushing into
his already soaked diapers.  At the same time, his bladder released,
and Eric was now treated to the sensation of having liquid pour out of
him at both ends.

	As the counselors refastened the lid on Eric's crib, Mike said
"Have a pleasant night.  We'll clean you up in the morning."  Mike,
Marcie, and all the other campers waved good night and retreated in to
the bunk to get ready for bed. Eric lay in his prison-crib, exhausted,
with a soggy, smelly mess enveloping his entire bottom.  The
stimulants he had been fed prevented him from falling asleep, so he
lay up all night, wetting and voiding several times more, and vowing
that he would never get into trouble again.

	The next morning, as promised, Mike and Marcie came and
unlocked Eric's crib. His hands were removed from the mittens, and his
overfull diapers were finally unpinned.  As Eric was led to the
showers to be cleaned up, Mike said "Well, I hope you learned your
lesson."

	Chapter 9: Krissy's Story

	As the summer progressed, the campers all got to know each
other quite well. They told each other the stories of how they each
got to be teenage babies.  Some, like Eric, never knew the true story
of his conversion.  As he saw it, he suddenly developed a severe
bed-wetting and pants-wetting problem, and try though they did, the
doctors couldn't cure it.  He thought that he just logically drifted
into a life of babyhood since it seemed the easiest way to live with
his problem.  He was never aware of the premeditated effort on the
part of his mother and her friends at the hospital to lead him along
this path.

	On the other hand, Krissy knew exactly how it happened that
she became a 15-year old bed-wetting baby.  It began when she was 7
years old, and her baby sister Annie was just 2.  Annie was of course
still wearing and wetting diapers, and Krissy often watched and helped
as her mother lovingly changed Annie.  Perhaps some jealousy was at
work here, but Krissy found herself envying Annie, and wondering what
it would feel like to be wetting herself and having the wetness slowly
soak her diapers.  Krissy had been toilet-trained quite early and had
no memories of her own diaper-wearing days.  One day, when she found
herself alone at home while her mother and Krissy went shopping, she
decided to experiment.  She pinned on three of Annie's cloth diapers,
pulled on a pair of plastic panties (which barely fit), and climbed in
to Annie's crib. She then tried to wet herself.  It was hard for her
to relax and let the wetting start, but eventually a slow trickle
began, and this quickly built up until she felt the wetness spreading
all across her rear end.  The feeling was more wonderful than she had
hoped.  She was so engrossed in the sensation of wetting that she
didn't hear her mother return.  When her mother opened the door to
Annie's room and spotted Krissy lying in the crib, wearing obviously
wet diapers and plastic pants, she exploded.  "What do you think
you're doing??"  Krissy stammered, "I wanted to see what it felt like
to wet myself." "Well," answered her mother, "if its a baby you want
to be, I can certainly arrange that!".  She yanked Krissy out of the
crib, pulled down the plastic pants, and removed the wet diapers. Then
she pulled Krissy over her knee and began to give her a hard spanking.
It wasn't long before Krissy was sobbing just like a baby. "I'll let
you spend the night wearing diapers and sleeping in your sister's
crib.  I'll let Annie sleep in your bed tonight.  And if I ever catch
you doing something like this again, the change will be permanent.
And you can be sure that life as a baby won't be pleasant."  She
pinned six clean diapers around Krissy's bright red bottom, and pulled
back up the plastic pants.  Then she lowered her into the crib, and
tied her wrists to the crib rails so she couldn't get out.  "I'll be
right back with your dinner."  Her mother shortly came back with two
large nursing bottles full of baby formula.  "Here, I wasn't you to
drink these all up.  We wouldn't want Baby to have a dry night, would
we?"  Since she couldn't feed herself, her mother had to hold the
bottles up to Krissy's lips, and she fed Krissy the entire two bottles
of formula.  Her mother then turned off the light.  As she left she
said, "Think about what I've told you.  I'm serious about turning you
back into a baby if I catch you at it again."  She closed and locked
the nursery door.  Krissy had mixed feelings about the whole affair.
On the one hand she was excited by the prospect of becoming a baby
again, and wetting herself whenever she wanted.  On the other hand,
the spanking convinced her that her life as a baby would not be nearly
as care-free as her sister's.  She decided to not try any more diaper
experiments, at least until she had a foolproof way of not getting
caught.  Before falling asleep, she relived her bladder and wet her
diapers.  The feeling was even more wonderful than the first time.
She wondered how she could ever arrange to have it happen again
without being punished.  She awoke early the next morning to find
that her bladder was once again full.  She let go and further filled
her over-wet diaper until the urine began leaking out of her plastic
pants and forming a puddle on the rubber crib sheet.  Presently, her
mother came in to get here up and ready for school.  "I see my big
baby is a heavy wetter.  If she decides to remain a baby, I'll have to
make sure to get her some heavier diapers.  Well, are you going to be
a big girl, or do I make you a baby for good?"  "I promise I won't do
this again, Mommy", said Krissy.  But she couldn't forget the
wonderful feeling of wetting herself, and knew that she would sooner
or later have to find a way to do it again.

	She managed to control her urges for many years.  Of course
some of the temptation was soon gone, as Annie was toiled trained soon
thereafter, and there were no longer diapers around the house to tempt
her.  Seven years later, at the age of 14, Krissy was wandering
through a large drug store, when she came across a display of adult
incontinence supplies.  She was not aware that such things existed,
and immediately her old urges surfaced again.  She bought a package of
adult disposable diapers, and some adult-sized plastic pants, telling
the clerk that it was for a sick grandmother.  She then hid them in
her locker at school.  She stuck a diaper and a pair of plastic pants
into her pocket book, and proceeded to the ladies room, where she
diapered herself.  She then went to the water fountain and drank a
large quantity of water to assure wetting.  Later that afternoon, as
she sat in class, she felt a strong urge to go, and let the flow begin
into her diaper.  It felt as wonderful as she remembered.  She
continued to wet herself all through afternoon classes, and then
before she left school, disposed of the sopping-wet diaper by flushing
it down the toilet, and replaced the plastic pants in her locker.  She
was glad that she had finally worked out a foolproof plan for
undetected diaper wetting.

	She continued to spend much of her school time wearing and
wetting diapers, and no-one discovered her secret, until one day she
was home sick with a cold.  Her mom, on the way home from shopping
decided to stop off at the school to see if there was any homework
that Krissy could do at home.  After getting an assignment from
Krissy's math teacher, she went to Krissy's locker to pick up her math
book.  She knew the combination to the lock, and upon opening the
locker, discovered Krissy's stash of disposable diapers and plastic
pants.  Rushing home, she confronted her daughter.  "Well, young lady,
I see that you have decided after all these years to take me up on my
offer."  Krissy asked her mother what she meant, and her mother took
out the package of diapers she found in the locker.  "Would you like
to explain what these were doing in your school locker?"  Krissy
immediately turned white with fear.  She knew that her mother was
going to live up to her word, and turn Krissy back into a bed-wetting
baby girl.

	Her punishment started immediately.  She continued going to
school, but was sent there already wearing disposable diapers and
plastic pants.  The plastic pants were of a special design that were
locked on at the waist and legs, and could not be removed without a
key.  There was no way that Krissy could remove or change her diapers
by herself. The school nurse was given a key, and Krissy had to report
to the nurse if she wished her diapers changed.  Unless she was very
wet, Krissy preferred to avoid the embarrassment, and remained in her
wet diapers all day.  When at home, she was always dressed in thick
cloth diapers, and cute little-girl dresses and outfits.  Her long
blonde hair was cut short and fashioned into cute tight curls, and
usually tied with a pink bow.  She was allowed to sit on her potty
once a day for her BM, but if she didn't go then, she had to do it in
her diapers and remain in the smelly diapers until her next changing.
All the rest of her eliminations were confined to her diapers.  She
was fed baby-food in a high chair, and slept in her sister's old crib,
which was now quite cramped for a baby Krissy's size.  Her sister
Annie, now nine years old, was given the job of taking care of Baby
Krissy whenever her mother was to busy.  And as promised, Krissy was
regularly spanked by her mother, just to remind her that this baby
life was no picnic.

	When Krissy's mom found out about Dr. Tompkins' teenage-baby
summer camp, she knew that it would be ideal for Krissy.  While Krissy
was originally not thrilled with the idea, she came to enjoy it very
much. She found that she once again had a group of people with whom
she could be friendly, and she began to enjoy the experience of
teenage babyhood as she never had before.  She especially became
friendly with Eric, and learned from him what a lovely life being a
totally dependent baby can be, if you just let yourself relax and
enjoy it.  Krissy and Eric made sure to get each other's addresses and
phone numbers and planned to asked their mommies if they could visit
each other during the year.  By the time the summer was over, a
budding romance had formed between the two big babies.

	Chapter 10: Eric and Krissy

	The summer ended, and most of the campers, even those who had
arrived with some trepidation, found that they'd had a great time.  As
they said their good-byes for the last time, they looked forward to
next summer, when they would again be able to share their teenage
babyhood with a group of kindred spirits.  Some of the campers had
developed even closer ties, and promised to arrange to meet again
during the year.  Among these were Eric and Krissy.  They exchanged
addresses and phone numbers and promised to ask their mommies to
arrange for some get-togethers.  In fact, since their mothers arrived
almost simultaneously to take them home, introductions were quickly
made, and the two mothers hit it off immediately.  Both mothers were
happy to see their babies make friends and agreed to get together
soon.  Since they didn't live very far away from each other, this
wasn't too hard to accomplish, and Mrs. Larsen invited Krissy's
mother, Mrs. Golding for lunch the very next Sunday.

	Eric could hardly wait to see his baby girl-friend again, and
the week passed very slowly for him.  Finally, Sunday arrived.  Eric
was taken out of his crib, changed, and fed breakfast as usual, and
then dressed in his Sunday best.  He was wearing a precious sailor
suit, with blue shorts and a blue kerchief-tie around his neck.  His
diapers, of course, were quite obvious beneath the bulging shorts.  He
sat in his playpen and eagerly awaited the arrival of the Goldings.
Eventually, they all arrived; Mrs. Golding and her two daughters,
Krissy and Annie.  Annie was ten years old, and very mature-looking
for her age. She wore a typical teenage outfit of tight-fitting
designer jeans a pull-over shirt and sneakers.  One could almost
believe that she was the older of the two sisters, especially as
fifteen-year-old Krissy was dressed in a short-pink party dress,
saddle shoes, a pink ribbon in her curly blonde hair, and frilly
plastic panties well stuffed with diapers.  Mrs. Larsen thought she
locked adorable.  They proceeded to the kitchen for lunch.  It was
decided to let Krissy sit in Eric's high- chair and be fed lunch by
her sister Annie, while Mrs. Larsen held Eric on her lap and fed him.
After lunch, both babies were given bottles to drink, and put down for
their naps in Eric's nursery, Eric in his crib, and Krissy in the play
pen.  Annie went into the den to watch TV, and the two mothers cleaned
up the dishes, and began discussing their babies.  Mrs. Larsen told
Mrs. Golding the true story of Eric's baby training.  Mrs. Golding was
fascinated.  One aspect of the story especially interested her.  While
she had returned Krissy to diapers almost a year ago, Krissy still had
not become a true bed-wetter.  She had not begun to unconsciously wet
in her sleep.  Mrs. Golding asked Mrs. Larsen whether she could obtain
some of the medication that worked so well on Eric.  Mrs. Larsen had
an even better idea.  "Why not," she asked, "have Krissy spend Winter
Vacation here with Eric and me?  The kids would certainly enjoy it,
and I'll make sure that she gets fed enough of the medication to
become incontinent by the end of the vacation."  "What a great idea,"
Mrs. Golding answered, and plans were quickly made to arrange it.  Eric
and Krissy were thrilled with the idea, and Krissy, of course, had no
idea of the program which the two mothers had plotted for her.

	Chapter 11: Krissy Becomes a Real Bed-Wetter

	Christmas week came, and the two babies spent a marvelous week
together.  Mrs. Larsen enjoyed the opportunity to care for a baby
girl, and she loved dressing her in her cute outfits.  She obtained a
second high chair so that both babies could be suitably fed, and at
night, she put Krissy to sleep in Eric's crib, while Eric was put down
in his playpen.  As she had promised, Mrs. Larsen spiked all of
Krissy's bottles with the strong muscle relaxant medication and Krissy
was surprised to wake one morning in soaking diapers which had been
dry when she went to sleep.  Her reaction to this was mixed.  On the
one hand, as long as she was going to be kept in diapers, it was
certainly easier and more comfortable to wet in her sleep then to have
to strain to release her full bladder into her diapers each morning.
On the other hand, if she became a true bed-wetter, any hope she had of
eventually being released from her diaper punishment was gone.  She
decided to ask Mrs. Larsen whether she could see Dr.  Tompkins at the
hospital to talk to him about this.

	As it happens, they were all going to the hospital the next
day, as Dr.  Tompkins had organized a reunion of the campers.  Mrs.
Larsen, of course, informed Dr. Tompkins of the true situation, and he
agreed to see Krissy before the reunion began.  They discussed her new
problem, and Dr. Tompkins began to soothingly calm Krissy's fears.  He
managed to induce a hypnotic trance without Krissy even realizing she
was being hypnotized, and made sure that she would begin to happily
accept her bed-wetting.  They then went down to the reunion, where Dr.
Tompkins announced Krissy's newfound ability to the other campers, who
all congratulated her for her accomplishment.  Dr. Tompkins' session
with her insured that she would accept the congratulations as genuine
rather than as a taunt.

	By the end of the week, Krissy was happily wetting in her
sleep every night, and had begun to have some day accidents as well.
At Mrs. Golding's request, Krissy was not induced to mess herself as
well, as Mrs. Golding did not want the mess that accompanied a bowel
incontinent.  But in every other way, Krissy was becoming just like
Eric, and this served to further deepen the bond that had formed
between the two teenagers.

	One night, Mrs. Larsen came up with an idea to get the two
even closer together, and even let them have some stimulation and
enjoyment, while still insuring that no real hanky-panky would occur.
After the two were pinned into their thick night diapers, but before
their plastic pants were put on, Mrs. Larsen unfolded a huge diaper on
the bed, told Krissy to lay on her back on the diaper, and Eric to lay
on his stomach on top of Krissy.  She then proceeded to wrap this
diaper around both of their bottoms and fastened it tightly with six
diaper pins.  She then pulled an extra-extra-large pair of rubber
pants over the diaper.  Eric and Krissy were attached to each other as
if they were Siamese twins.  To keep their hands out of mischief, she
pulled Eric's arms around Krissy's waist and fastened them behind
Krissy's back with wrist restraints borrowed from the hospital.  She
did the same with Krissy's hands between Eric's back. She then
deposited the two of them in Eric's crib for the night. "Nighty-night,
now.  Have fun", cooed Mrs. Larsen as she shut the light and left the
room.

	Although their bindings left them somewhat uncomfortable,
their position certainly stimulated the two of them, and it didn't
take them long to discover that they could further excite each other by
rubbing their diapers against one another.  One other feature of their
situation became apparent shortly, when Eric began to wet himself.
Krissy was treated to the sensation of having her diapers wet from the
outside in, and this even further stimulated her.  Before long, Krissy
reciprocated by wetting as well.  The two drifted off into happy, wet
slumber, both dreaming of the day when they would be allowed to share
a crib without the "chastity belts" of their diapers.  When Mrs.
Larsen came in several hours later to check on them, and found them
both asleep with contented smiles on their faces, she was satisfied as
well.  She hoped that the two sleeping teenage babies would eventually
marry and spend the rest of their lives together as adult babies.