Doesn’t Deserve To Be Potty Trained
I just stare at them, my mom and my former girlfriend turned babysitter and I suck away on the pacifier trying my best to ignore the thick diaper that I was wearing, something a man my age shouldn’t be wearing. But then again I did also used to be potty trained.
The diaper is triple thick making it impossible for me to walk properly any thicker and I’d be forced to crawl. I never realized just how cheating on my girlfriend and in college would change things for me. But my mom and Sarah made sure to take everything I once had and turn it on his head.
I didn’t know how it was done but before I knew it I went from wetting my pants, to wetting constantly in a diaper, from being able to go to college to now facing going to a daycare center to learn how to be a baby all over again. I miss the days when I could use the toilet like a normal 20 year old, to stand and pee or sit and poop and to wipe myself. Now I had no choice but to do all of that in a diaper.
I’m forced to deal with the humiliation of my diaper being undone not only exposing my former manhood but the mess within the diaper as well. All I can do is whimper and cry around my pacifier as my bottom and my now refer to baby weenie is wiped clean of pee and poop, it didn’t matter whether we were inside or out I had to suffer, what made it worse was being told that I was being a good baby whenever I didn’t make a fuss about it.
Now I sit here my legs widely spread apart wearing a brand new outfit that left my legs completely exposed and made my obvious diaper bulge much more visible. Today was the day I was to be shown off to every person in my family including my friends from college.
Today everyone would be told that I was nothing more than a baby boy again that I failed at being a good adult, teenager and little boy. I would have to face my little cousins that are just being potty trained knowing full well that they’ll see me and smell me use my diapers and be changed on my changing table in my new Nursery. But I knew I had to be good if I didn’t want them to see me be spanked over my mom or babysitter’s knee.
I just had to focus and hope the humiliation wasn’t so bad. Then I heard the doorbell ring and my mom gleefully took my hand and walked me out to the living room as I waddled behind her and she told me to sit and play in my playpen. I sat there beginning to play with the toys trying to ignore as everyone I had ever known entered into the house. What made my situation much worse as they all entered said hi to me told them all how cute I was and how better off I was as a baby completely ignoring me after like the little boy that they all thought I fit.
All my friends thought it was hilarious that I had lost my rights to be a big boy, there was really no fighting it as before too long I had completely messed in my diaper. Some of my former friends and newly potty trained cousins followed my babysitter who was pulling me behind her to my Nursery to get my diaper changed.
They all began to speak baby talk to me as the snaps on my outfit were undone revealing my wet and messy diaper. They just cooed at me as I whimpered as my bottom was wiped clean and I was diapered up this time in a thick white disposable. My outfit wasn’t put back on, the pacifier was unclipped but left in my mouth and I was told that I would crawl back out to the living room.
I saw the look on my former girlfriends face and I knew I had better do what she asked. I crawled my way back out to the living room in just my diaper my younger cousins giggling and laughing and telling everyone about how messy my diaper was.
I was presented different gifts, mostly baby toys and baby clothes for my size. I was told that I’d be going to a very nice daycare in a couple of days and that a couple of my cousins would be there to watch and make sure that I didn’t misbehave. At dinner I was placed in my large high chair and a bib was placed around my neck and a bowl of baby food was sat in front of me next to a large baby bottle full of formula.
It had been such a long time since I had anything outside of baby food. This was something else I was told I no longer deserved to have that until I grew up and got out of diapers again that I was a baby and any other food would just upset my stomach. So now I sit here with a messy face watching everyone else including my much younger cousins eating hamburgers hot dogs and fries knowing I was not allowed to eat anything beyond the mush and the formula.
Before I was even finished eating and drinking my formula my diaper was soaked and messy again. I knew the night was almost over but there was just one more real humiliation that I’d have to suffer through and that was bath time.
When everyone was finished all eyes were back on me, couple of my cousins called out saying that I was such a messy baby. All I could do was blush as my mom took a baby wipe and wiped down my face, then my pacifier was slipped back into my mouth as I was let out of the high chair. I knew that everyone was able to see how wet and messing my diaper was. My youngest cousin even asked how I was ever even older than them, since I used so many diapers.
There was so much laughter after that, that I almost wanted to speak up and yell out something, but a couple pats on my diapered bottom from my mom stopped me. She called out “bath time” and asked who wanted to help. This time only one of my cousins wanted to join the rest where my two closest friends. I figured that my other cousin’s grew tired of the surprise of me being a baby and wanted to do other things.
I followed my mom crawling behind with my friends and my one cousin giggling and laughing behind me. Once in the bathroom I was told to lay down on the floor as my diaper was going to be removed. My cousin was asked to start the bath as my mom got to work getting me out of my used diaper. While this was happening my friends completely ignored me and asked my mom things like if I was ever going to be potty trained again or if I was ever going to be allowed to grow up at all. My mom simply said that he’s far too little to even think about letting him grow up anytime soon.
As the diaper was completely pulled away and I was completely wiped clean I was told to lay down on the towel until the bath was ready completely naked. A had longed stopped covering myself up knowing that my modesty wasn’t for someone my new age. My friends laughed looking at how excited my baby weenie looked. Overall it was true I did start to like my diapers but it was the only release and sensation I got anymore.
I finally got into the bath and I was washed by different people my friends and my cousin. I bit back the tears fighting so hard not to break down knowing it would get me nowhere. The bath seemed to take forever but when it was done I was dried and told to crawl back to my Nursery, and wait for my diaper and bedtime. I sucked harder and harder on my pacifier try not to think about every movement as I crawled naked down the hall to my Nursery followed behind by my mom cousin and former friends.
But before too long I was back to laying on my changing table as I was Triple diapered into cloth diapers and pair of footie pajamas were slipped over me and zipped up in the back. My mom said good night and told my friends and my cousins that they could say good night to me as well as she left the room.
“good night big baby were going to have so much fun at daycare soon” my youngest cousin said as he patted my head from between the bars of my crib.
“Well goodnight baby brain can’t believe you let this happen to you, but I guess you really are baby. Too bad I guess I’ll be having fun partying without you” Frankie said with a laugh.
“You know I warned you about what cheating on your new babysitter would do to you. Now I get to show her a good time as you sit in daycare filling your diapers, have fun enjoying your new baby days” Mark stated as he and everyone else left.
It was then that I cried hard at everything that happened today. Knowing it’s only 7pm and I was laying in a crib thickly diapered and dressed like a baby at 21. I new everyone else would party longer, and my friends and former girlfriend would drink like normal adults. Before to long I cry myself to sleep.
I hope only to have good dreams, dreams of everything I once had. I know they wouldn’t be real but at least I would know I was a man still. Not a baby that I’ve become. But I new everyone was right I didn’t deserve to be potty trained anymore…
