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February 15, 2015
I finally managed to get a day off, well, off early. I rush right home to my son. I brought home dinner so I ran to his room and entered without knocking. There I found my son laying in his bed watching T.V. That is pretty normal behavior for my 15 year old son. It’s what he was wearing that left me without words. I talk a lot, its not often that I am without words. He was wearing a pamper and a little t-shirt with a bib and was sucking on a pacifier. I had no idea that he wanted to be a baby again. I had to ask him how long had he known and why he kept it a secret. After taking it all in, I stepped back and looked at him. It made me realize how much I missed him being my baby boy. Then, I noticed his diaper was very soggy. I had an over-whelming urge to change him and take care of him. So, I grabbed the wipes and cleaned him up without really even asking him. Before I knew it, I had changed him. When our eyes met again, he looked bewildered and conflicted. I asked him what was wrong. He explained how he just didn’t expect this reaction. I told him he was my baby and I would always love him. I told him how much I missed him being a baby and that I would love playing all the baby games we use to play. He told me how much he missed playing the games we played when he was in diapers too. Before I knew it, we messed up another diaper and I had to change him again. Rachel 888.430.2010
February 1, 2015
I go in your room to wake you up for school. You made a soggy mess in your bed. I have been trying to potty train you for months. I told you last time that if you wet the bed again, You will be in big trouble. I storm out of your room to go get your punishment. I come back in your room with diapers, wipes, baby powder, plastic pants and a onesie. Your eyes get very big which makes me laugh. I told you I was going to punish you. I pull you out of bed by your arm and spank you hard for being so soaked. Now that your cheeks are completely red just like your eyes, I start on the next step out your punishment. You try one last time to stop me from putting a diaper on you with words. But, there is no stopping me now. I put that diaper on you, then the plastic pants, and then that onesie. You can’t believe that I dressed you as a baby. You are still contesting with words when I shove a pacifier in your mouth. Contest now….I thought so. I told you there would be hell to pay if you wet the bed again. Now, lets see how you react to all my friends coming over to see you in your new outfit. I bet that will keep you from wetting the bed tomorrow morning. Rachel 888.430.2010
January 12, 2015
My Abie does NOT want anyone to know that he wets the bed and is still not potty-trained. He doesn’t want anyone to know about his dirty little secret…that he likes his diapers soggy. He doesn’t want his diapers changed…he wants to sit in them. My Abie doesn’t want anyone to know that he loves it when I make him drink a lot of juice out of his ba-ba. His belly gets so full from all that juice. He definitely doesn’t want anyone to know that his likes holding his tummy full of juice until its a bit uncomfortable. He comes to me with those big, blue, puppy dog eyes carrying his teddy in tow. He wants me to give him permission to fill up that diaper….Not yet my baby…hold it just a few more minutes. Your face intensifies as the awareness of your full belly and empty diaper grow with every minute. Oh, you would be so embarrassed if your friends knew that you can’t even pee-pee or poopie without my permission. You can’t fill up that diaper unless I tell you that you can. The minutes pass as the energy in the room steams up. Finally, I look deep into his eyes…Those big dreamy eyes of my sweet little Abie. I smile a little as I focus on the words that are about to come across my lips. Alright my sweet baby, fill up your diaper. Your eyes get a little hazed over with excitement, or perhaps relief. I watch you fill up your diaper and watch your face light up with delight. We look at each other and giggle. We could play this game everyday. Now, I have to chase you around because you never want your diapers changed. If it was up to you, You would sit in that diaper forever. I can only stand the smell for so long. Eventually I will end up chasing you. That’s fun too. No, my little Abie would definitely not want anyone to know our dirty, little, secret. I won’t tell. Its safe with me…and fun. Rachel 888.430.2010