My Diapered Life Begins Again Scene 6

I remember it was a full year after Timmy was bourn that I was aloud to change both of my brother’s diapers. Billy was starting to get the hang of using the potty during the day but still need diapered at night. After many diaper changes I was a pro at doing it. Billy was quickly out of diapers during the day and Timmy was the only one wearing them full time.
Now Billy is learning to change diapers too and was staring to put his own diaper on at night. I new I could put a diaper on myself it would be easy Billy was diapering his self why couldn’t I.
Summer was coming I could barely contain myself. The only thing that stopped me right there was the fear of getting caught by mom. Dreaming about it was all I could do for now. I never wanted to take a chance at getting caught before now. Now I will be home alone mom will be at work for at least nine hours. That was plenty of time to wear a diaper and not get caught. No one would see me doing it I could have fun.
Wearing my Pull-ups has been fun but I still want to wear real baby diapers. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. Billy and Timmy always go to bed an hour before me. Mom always watches me put my Pull-up on before getting dressed for bed making sure I was wearing a dry Pull-up. It made me feel a little infantile but I like it. I always made out like I did not like it but it felt good.
The only reason I wear Pull-ups not Good-Nites is the cost the Good-Nites cost 20 cents each more. The Good-Nites fit about the same as Pull-ups do but they held less pee than the Pull-ups. The Good-Nites looked more like big boy underwear than the toddler looks of the Pull-ups. The infantile look did not bother mom or me either. I was wearing them under my pajamas and put them on just before getting onto my bed. Mom and I were the only ones that would know, not even my brothers knew I still wet my bed every night.
Now that I was going to be home alone, things were going to be different. I was going to have the whole house to my self now. No going to school because it is out for the summer. I was excited about what I could do when mom and my brother were gone. I had everything planned out. I did not sleep very much that first night thinking of what I could be doing all day long.
Morning came quickly and my mom woke me up the same time as usual. Today I did not have to get dressed right away. When mom left the room I pulled my pajamas down to my knees and quickly tore the sides of my wet Pull-up and removed it. Then I pulled my pajamas back up and went to my brother’s room. I quickly tossed my bloated Pull-up in my brother’s diaper pail next to his crib. My Pull-up held all my pee and did not leak.
Mom had followed me to their room from her room like we did every morning. We had a routine we did every morning. I would go to Timmy’s crib to change him if he needed changed. This morning I found him crying. I knew he had a diaper full of poop I could smell it. Timmy was crying that he couldn’t stop it. He said whimpering that he wants to be a big boy not a baby. This is his first messy night diaper in many months I told him it was Ok. I told him that is what his diapers are for little mistakes like this. I told him it was just a little accident that even big boys like me have accidents.
I tried to give him his pacifier but he refused it saying he wants to be a big boy. I put the pacifier on the shelf over the changing table. Timmy was now standing in his crib with tears rolling down his face. I told him it would be OK in a few minutes and no one will ever know he did it in his pants like a baby.
I was used to messes in diapers after four or five years of changing both my brother’s diapers had me immune to the smell. Billy had stopped messing in his diaper two years or so ago. Timmy was the only one still messing his diaper. For the last few months or more Timmy has not been messing that much.
I told him after I get him cleaned up he can sit on his potty and try to be a big boy. I was not big or strong enough to pick my brother up and put them on the changing table. If he had just wet I could have changed his diaper while he stood in his crib. I was twelve but my size was that of a skinny seven or eight year old. I wore size 8 small underwear and pants and size 12 tee shirts. I was 56″ tall and weighed almost 64 pounds. Timmy weighed 40 pounds and far too heavy for me to carry and pickup.
I asked mom to put Timmy on the changing table. So I could change his poopy diaper. Mom quickly strapped Timmy on the changing table and I went to work on changing Timmy while mom went back to helping Billy change out of his dry night diaper.