Part 4

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From that point on, I was diapered, and it didn't really bother me too much anymore. It was amazing how quickly I had become used to it. I simple expected my diapers to be there, and I used them.
Sam had commented on it the night before, when we were watching TV just before bed. I was laying beside him on the bed in diapers and a tshirt, and I just rolled over, grunted and rolled back. He looked sideways at me, and asked slowly
Did you just mess yourself Jay?
Ummmm I delayed my answer stuttering. I didn't know why, but I had messed instintictively. I felt the need to go, and just rolled over onto my back, pulled my legs up slightly, and craped. It hadn't even occurred to me to go to the toilet.

When I realized this, I froze. I expected Sam to be angry, and at some level I feared his anger and disappointment. But, to my surprise, he was nothing if not pleased.
Good job buddy! Dad is always saying you should use your diapers for everything! I just didn't think you'd get there so fast And, seeing me turn a little red at his last comment, he tackled me and began tickling me. I squirmed, trying to get out of his grip. He playfully rubbed my diaper.

Don't leak all over my bed tiger he said as he slapped my ass.
Several mornings after that, just prior to our arrival at the camp site, we stopped at a tailor. I was unsure exactly what was happening. But, but this point, I was really content to take orders from my Dad or Sam.

So, it was without much trepidation, really without much thought at all, that I walked into the tailors store.
The clothes that I saw around the shop were like none I had seen in my life. They looked like Rickys clothes, but made for adults. Even more infantile clothes in my size adorned the walls. I felt my dad come up behind me and push me forward, toward an older man who waited in the back of the store.
So the man grumbled as I approached this is the little one who needs some new clothes? he addressed himself only to my dad, ignoring me almost entirely.
Can you take off his clothes, and leave him in just a diaper? he said again to my dad. I started to say something, but then the old man turned to me, smiling Do you want a lolli-pop JayJay? he said, cooing, for all the world as if I was a little boy.

I barely knew how to react. I was afraid as my dad stripped away all my clothes, leaving me standing in just my diaper, which was now regularly very thick and constantly well used.

Strangely, fear had been an emotion that gripped me more and more these days.

The next several hours the tailor measuring every inch of me, covering me with flannels, clothes, and denim in a variety of babyish colors and patterns. When we walked out of the store 6 hours later, I was wearing a onsie that was made to look like a polo shirt, but in bright striped colors, and jeans that also had snaps on the crotch.

I found myself strangely excited by and strangely at home in my new clothes.

Now, Sam and my Dad no longer asked when they checked or changed me. I would be sitting in the car, or walking around the hotel, and I would feel a hand go down the back of my pants, or I would feel someone tugging on my shirt, or I would look down to see Sam popping open my crotch snaps.

It was probably for the best. I really didn't think much about my diapers anymore. When I needed to pee or mess, I did it. And, Daddy or Sam took care of it for me.

In fact, I had begun fixating much more on my mouth. At first, I borrowed Rickys pacifier when I saw it lying on the bedside table. I couldn't get it out of my mouth before my daddy saw it, but then he didn't seem super concerned. In fact, I think he smiled a little and then ruffled my hair.

From them on, I was always sucking on a paci or my thumb or my finger. Sometimes, while I was being changes, Sam or my dad would put their fingers near my mouth and I would suck on those too. I just couldn't help myself.

I also was becoming more curious. I couldn't stay seated in the car anymore, and kept wanted to get up and walk around. No matter how many times Sam and Daddy told me, I just could seem to remember it. Besides, it was sooooo boring sitting in one place!

Finally to my surprise, when I got in the car one morning there was a big seat just for me with a buckle that went over my diaper. I struggled at first, and cried a little, but it didn't help. I complained to my daddy that I didn't need a car seat! But, he just smiled and shook his head.

But, now when I ask, Sam will tell me a story. And, mostly that puts me to sleep.

Yesterday in the hotel, they made me sleep in a bed with walls. It was kinda neat, cause it made me feel safe, but I was angry because I couldn't get out. I started screaming, but only ricky woke up, and brought me my pacifier and told me to go back to sleep.
As Daddy was waking me up this morning, I was still lying in the crib, on my back, squirming a little on the mattress as it crinkled below me. I wiggled, liking the feel of my diaper. I could just barely tell that I was messy and wet. Daddy reached down to rub me on the stomach, and I smiled, putting my thumb in my mouth, sucking while a little drool escaped down my chin.

I cant believe how well that worked JayJay. And with that Sam walked up beside him, sleepy, with ruffled hair.
Yeah, you were right Dad, he musta really wanted to become a baby. Well, he got it. He paused, and Dad continued
Yup, well he's a cutie, and now he'll be our little baby forever. Right sport? he asked me, while patting my diaper. He laughed, reaching down for me. You're gonna have to help me sometimes take care of your baby brother Sam
Sam nodded, and smiled. Dad ruffled his hair.
Of course Dad
Go get me a couple diapers and a bottle son he said as he dropped the rail of the crib.
And, with that, I reached for my daddy, eager to get outta my diaper. Still, I kept one thumb in my mouth, sucking happily.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 21, 2016 ⏰

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