It was the start of summer and already I was in deep trouble. I had broken my right arm and four fingers on my left hand in a bike accident, leaving me pretty helpless. Everything had to be done for me, much the same you would have to do for a toddler, much to my chagrin.  As a thirteen year old it is embarrassing having your Mom do everything even down to wiping your poopy bottom after toileting.  And as Mom had to work as well it put extra pressure on her, not that she begrudged it, despite the fact that the accident was my fault in some ways. In fact I was relieved, however, because she didn't hold it against me as I expected her to. Unfortunately, my single Mom had to leave town on a business trip, and being that I was pretty much helpless, she knew I needed a babysitter. 

Mary, the babysitter was sixteen. She lived next door to us. And boy was she 'wow', so pretty with long, black hair, very thin, and just developing. I had such a crush on her.  My Mom’s thinking was quite simple really. Seeing that Mary lived next door and was so handy she would be ideal for the task of babysitting me.  In fact Mom thought that she would make the perfect babysitter for me. Wow, I was so embarrassed especially since I had such a 'crush' on her. 

I was not your normal-sized boy of thirteen. I was very small for my age, not even 120 centimetres tall and about 25 kilograms soaking wet. Because of my size I was more the size you would associate with that of a 5 or 6 year old.  That caused problems in itself.  I wasn't bullied by my friends, many of whom I grew up with, but it meant that they'd sometimes leave me out of things thinking I was too small.  As a result I often did things and took risks trying to show off and compete with them. I suppose I was trying to make them accept me as just one of them despite my small size.  To me it was important to show them that size didn’t matter.  Unfortunately, this bike accident was one such example.

Mary came over to get the final orders from my Mom. I was so nervous because I had forgotten about my bedwetting and still having to wear cloth nappies and plastic pants at night. In a way I was secretly hoping my Mom would forget to tell her and all would be happily forgotten and ignored. Mom left after having given me a warm cuddle and telling me to be a good boy and mind my sitter, promising she'd ring once she had reached her destination to see how I was.  This was embarrassing in front of Mary... a girl whom I idolised. After Mom left Mary greeted me with a warm smile.

“David, I bet you’re hungry let’s get you fed, shall we?” was the first thing she said and sashayed into the kitchen.

Mary fixed dinner while I waited patiently at the table watching her move about the kitchen. Finally, she pulled a chair up close to me and crossed her legs. She was wearing a very cute skirt. I found it very hard not to look at her. She smiled as she cut my food up. She put a bib around me. This shocked me. As she was so close to me I was able to eye her chest as she tied the bib on. I tried protested, saying it was a baby bib, but she just giggled. 

“I don’t want you to get your cute t-shirt all messy, do I?” she chuckled good-naturedly taping my shirt. I blushed.

Then she started to feed me. I felt really embarrassed, being fed like a younger child, as she put the food in my mouth, making a mess around it. I thought to myself I wish I could feed myself but then again who was I kidding given my present incapacitated state. She kidded me, saying I was being such a good baby, tapping my baby bib with the spoon. 

“How cute!” she cooed.  That embarrassed me more.

“But....but Mary, I'm almost fourteen,” I replied as I opened my mouth to accept another spoonful.

She giggled, putting the food in. “Are you?" she questioned then changed tact. "After this, David, I’ll get you all cleaned up and ready for bed. That way we can watch some movies,” she smiled at me.

“But, but I can get myself ready,” I stammered in embarrassment. 

“Oh, can you?” she queried looking at me and flicking back her long hair back. Her eyes went right through me.  “Can you work a nappy pin?” she asked her head inclined. “I don’t think you can with your broken arm and your broken and damaged fingers, David.” I was crushed and dropped my eyes at this blunt assessment of my predicament.

“But Mary, I don’t wear nappies anymore,” I pleaded.

She smiled as she cleaned my face up like a toddler and taking my baby bib off. “Shhhhhh, it’s okay, I understand,” she tried to reassure me.

Satisfied I was clean she took my hand and led me to my bedroom. I watched her skirt as it played across her legs as she walked and how soft her nylons seemed to appear as they rustled against the skirt. I really couldn’t believe this was happening. I mean, Mary is the hottest girl in school, but she only sees me as a baby now. She opened my bedroom door. My bedroom was huge. My Mom used to run a day care before she started with her present job and this was part of the nursery, so it still had two baby cribs way in the back. Mary pushed her long hair back, looked around and smiled sizing up the room and clearly taking stock of what was in there.

“Let’s get your nappy on, David,” she announced as if it was the most normal thing to do for a thirteen year old boy.

Just then the phone rang. Mary dashed down the hall to answer it leaving me alone in my room dreading what was about to happen.  I could tell by what Mary was saying that it must have been my Mom.  As the conversation continued it was clear that something had come up for her to ring so soon. I could tell by the way Mary was talking that something was being arranged. 

Finally Mary said, “Sure, I can babysit him for the rest of the week, and thanks for clearing it with my Mom first... yes it’s no problem, I’ll sleep in David’s bed and I’ll fix one of the cribs up for him... I know, he’s so tiny, he’ll fit in one them perfectly.”

I ventured into the hallway at this point. Mary continued to smile sweetly at me while Mom was obviously saying something to her.  She nodded a couple of times after her comments in response then hung up. After the call she carefully took my hand and led me back into my bedroom where she walked over to my dresser and started pulling my nappy supplies out smiling at me as she did so.

“Don’t worry David, it’s our secret," she said sweetly. "I won’t tell anyone, but you will have to be a good baby for me, okay?” she asked softly and with sincerity. I nodded in assent.  I was captivated by her. “Good baby,” she cooed. “Now let’s put baby’s nappy on, shall we?” She kept calling me baby which concerned me but I was too powerless to stop her.

She walked over to the baby cribs to inspect them pulling one over, so it was very close to my bed. She put the bars down and went over to the closet and got the nursery sheets and started to make the crib. I watched her as she bent over, her skirt hiking up. She was so pretty. I could nearly see her white panties partially hidden underneath her nylons.  She had really shapely slender legs. 

As she was making the crib she told me she had a date that night and that she was going to have another girl come over to babysit me. I was upset about this. I asked her who the boy was and she told me. 'No,' I thought, 'he’s a boy in my class she’s going out with, the one that looks so much older…nooo!' She smoothed the sheets out and tried to help me into the crib and lie down as she wanted to get my nappies on before the other girl came over. I wanted to cry and started to rub my eyes to stop the tears. She saw this and hugged me gently wrapping her arms around me a pulling me into her soft chest gently caressing my back. 

“It’s okay, David. Lots of boys still need nappies. It’s okay,” she soothed trying to reassure me. 

I shook my head. “Please Mary, can I just stay in my boy underwear? I'll be okay I swear,” I begged as she lifted me effortlessly like I was a toddler and laid me in the crib. 

"I don't think so David," Mary said with a little sympathy in her voice. "Your Mommy told me what I had to do. We wouldn't want to get those cute crib sheets all wet, would we?" Mary quizzed.  I looked at and knew I couldn't argue my way out of this one.  She was right. I knew that. "Now let's get baby's nappies on before he has a wee accident," she chuckled. I blushed. It was really very embarrassing to be referred to as a baby.

I lay there as I watched her fold the thick nappies into the familiar kite shape. That was the way my Mum did it so she must have told her. Then, she playfully tickled me. I started to giggle.

“There...that’s better. My baby is a lot happier, isn’t he?” she smiled at me softly. "Now let's get baby's nappy on," she said again. I was now lying in a real baby bed, a baby's crib. She smiled as she took my shoes off me followed by my socks.  

“David, I can’t believe you still fit a baby bed, that’s so cute!” she said lovingly.

I turned red as she pulled my socks off. As she started to undo my jeans I wanted to push her hands away but of course couldn't because of my injuries. Even if I could I was powerless to stop her. It was as if she had some kind of magical hold over me.  Mary was so captivating that she drew me into her and all I wanted to do was please her little a small would want to do for their mother, and I felt compelled do as she wanted. As she did so she said, “It’s okay sweetie. Now, I have put lots of nappies on baby boys,” she reassured me.

“But Mary, I am not a baby!” I stammered.

“Shhhhh,” she said placing a finger on my lips. “It’s okay. Of course you're a baby sweetie,” she added as she slid my jeans off revealing my white undies. I hid my face as she smiled at me. "Awww cute undies," she observed. I blushed I was so embarrassed. She had me sit up so she could take my t-shirt off carefully without hurting my broken arm and fingers. She gently laid me back down supporting my head as she did so like you would for a small baby. Then she gave me a cute pouty-face. 

“Now, baby's not going to cry, is he?” she said as she pulled my undies off. I wanted to so badly. My lip was starting to quiver and tears started to sting my eyes. I was lying naked in the crib, with all my boy bits on full display with the most beautiful girl leaning over me and gently rubbing my tummy. “Awww, you're so cute. You still haven’t gone through puberty yet. You have no hair... Awwwww, you’re sooooo cute David! You're just a baby really, aren't you?” she said lovingly. I said nothing, just blushed again.  I reached for my teddy bear and pulled it over my face as she gently lifted my legs rubbed nappy ointment on my butt.  "Of course you are David. Just a cute little baby that’s all, aren't you?" she continued as she lowered my butt on the mattress and gently rubbed ointment around my boy parts. I could feel her hands rub over me. Again, she gently lifted my legs up and slid the thick nappies under me. I wanted to cry as she was putting nappy ointment on the rest of my nappy area, she pulled the nappies up between my legs, pushing them wider and carefully pinned them on. I felt so babyish as I heard the nappy pins snip close, like I did every night when my Mom pinned me into my night nappies.

“Sssshhhh...Sssshhhh...it’s alright baby,” Mary cooed as she put the last nappy pin in. I could feel the soft nappy between my legs.  I shifted my legs slightly.  Mary watched me as she reached for my plastic pants. “Awww so cute.  Baby loves his nappy doesn’t he?” she cooed.  I blushed and tried to hide my face with my teddy. “It’s okay sweetheart, all babies love their nappies and you are so adorable in your nappy,” she said softly as she gently rubbed the thick soft fluffy mound of cloth between my splayed legs. Mary was really being so kind, sweet and affectionate.  It was obvious she really meant me no harm I could see that. As far as she was concerned I was a baby end of story. I decided, then and there, that I would be a good baby for her.

Just then I heard an unfamiliar voice. I knew it came from my bedroom door.

Part 2

“I got over here as soon as I could,” the voice stated. Noooo! It was the girl in my class that sits across from me!  “Oh, how cute!” she said as she saw me in my baby bed wearing my thick nappies. “Oh wow, I had no idea that he was still in nappies,” she stated with a sound of wonderment in her voice.

“Yes he is.  Isn’t he adorable? He’s a very sweet baby,” replied Mary looking at me adoringly. “Can you finish up here? I need to get ready for my date with John. His baby pants are over in his dresser,” Mary continued talking to the other girl.

The girl’s name was Amy and she was also a very pretty girl. She had medium blond hair and had just started wearing a bra. I overheard her talking to her friends one day. My face was still buried in the teddy bear, not wanting to look at Amy. She took a long time picking out a pair of plastic pants and socks and a short t-shirt to match. She came over to the crib.

“David sweetie, are you going to look at me and show me your cute face? Please? Pretty please?” she cooed as she gently rubbed my soft nappy. I took a quick peek. She was so pretty. She was wearing a cute pleated skirt, dark nylons and a very tight white top. She was holding my baby clothes. “There that’s better.  You’re such a sweet baby. Let’s get you dressed baby, okay?” she said.  I nodded.

“But Amy I’m not a baby,” I tried to say. She placed a finger gently on my lips.

“Ssshhh…ssshhh…ssshhh of course you are precious,” she said softly.  Again I blushed.

She put the plastic pants and t-shirt down on the crib and pulled me over to the edge.

“Wow, such cute nappy pins!” she said excitedly stroking a finger along them.

She picked the baby pants up and put my feet through them and gently slid them up over my bulky nappies. I kept my face still buried in the teddy bear. I was that embarrassed. I was thinking, wow, she sits next to me in class. She carefully adjusted the baby pants, tucking the nappies in then proceeded to put the matching socks on. In the meantime, Mary was out of her jeans. She had a short slip on and was putting her nylons on as she watched Amy dress me. With a playful tug, Amy took my teddy bear away and sat me up in the baby bed. I looked at Mary. She was brushing her long hair, sitting there in front of the mirror with just a bra and slip on and her sheer nylons. I was thinking, 'This can’t be. I am wearing nappies and she is going out on a date with a kid my age.'

Amy carefully put my t-shirt on. 

“My, what a cute baby you are!” she said sweetly.

I blushed as my head was even with her chest. She worked the t-shirt over my arms.

“But Amy, I am older than you. How can I be a baby?” I protested. She giggled. She gave me such a cute smile. 

“Look at you,” she said. "You're wearing nappies like a baby so you must be a baby."  She smiled adoringly at me then she hugged me, burying my face into her chest. Mary gave me a quick glance and smiled as Amy helped me out of the baby bed and took my hand and led me out of the room. “Let’s let Mary get ready for her date sweetie,” she said. And she led me like a toddler out into the lounge. “You sit down on the couch sweetheart while I go and warm your bottle,” she continued.

Soon, Mary came in. Wow, she was so hot! She was wearing a little mini skirt and a very cute tight top. She kissed me and said, “Now you will be a good baby for Amy or I’ll tell John all about you, okay?” Her hair was falling around me, her top falling away from her chest. I had a full view of her bra…wow! She looked at Amy in the kitchen and said, “You know where his nappies are, and don’t let him drink in here just use a baby bottle, okay?”

“Okay,” called Amy from the kitchen. “I’m getting his bottle now.”

"Cool. I'll see you later," Mary replied and left the house leaving me alone with Amy.

I could not believe I was now alone with a girl younger than me even though she was bigger and taller than I was. I was kind of scared. She came back in.

“Here’s your bottle, David,” she said. 

I was too shocked to say anything. As she swung around to sit down her skirt flung up and I could see her pale blue panties under her nylons. It almost seemed like she didn’t care, like she saw me as a real baby. I blushed at the thought.

“You’re so cute,” she said as she hopped down next to me, holding the baby bottle. “Now, you are going to be a good baby. Remember what Mary said, okay?” I nodded.

She helped me lean over so that I was now across her lap and chest with a little pillow under my head to raise my head up. 

“Awww, it’s time to feed you David,” she said and smiled warmly.

She lowered the nipple into my mouth and I began to suck on it.

“Awwww,” she cooed. “That's so cute, so cute!” She smiled at me and waggled the bottle playfully as I began to suck the warm milk from the bottle giving away my babyish behaviour. "You're just like a baby," she remarked.

Amy's soft, young voice was talking baby talk to me now and my face became so red with embarrassment. As I watched her painted fingernails tap the baby bottle as she held it for me. I think she knew the look on my face, the look when you are trapped. She had younger brothers and knew this look. She knew I needed to use the bathroom. She had this wild look on her face as she removed the bottle.

“David, do you need to wet your nappies?” she asked. My face was so red. I nodded slightly. She put the bottle down, readjusted me so now I was facing her. “Come here, baby. I’ll hold you. It’s okay,” she said softly.

I fell into her arms as she held me with my head resting on her shoulder, and began talking baby-talk to me and gently caress my back. I relaxed in her arms.  This girl certainly meant me no harm just like Mary. Soon I felt myself let go and completely soak my nappy with warm pee. I hugged her so tightly and snuggled into her nuzzling into her neck like a baby would. She knew right then that I had wet my nappies.

“David, did you wet your nappies?” she asked very softly talking gently into my ear.

I continued to hug her tightly and snuggle in, not wanting to see her pretty face, the one that I’ll be sitting next to in school. “David, look at me baby. It’s okay...that’s what babies do. That’s why you’re wearing a nappy, aren't you? It’s okay to wet your nappies,” she said softly. "After all you're a baby David."

I looked down and saw her little skirt all bunched up, and her white slip was also showing. I looked at the contrast of her nylons against my yellow baby pants and I felt so much like a baby. Her soft voice cut the silence.

“David, it’s okay to cry. You have been a perfect baby for me and it’s okay sweetie,” she soothed. I started to cry. She rocked me gently rubbing my back. Soon the tears subsided to quiet sobs. When she realised that I had calmed down she looked into my teary eyes. “Oh baby it’s okay. Let’s finish your bottle and Aunty Amy will change your wet nappy, okay sweetheart,” she said softly. I nodded and she gave me an affectionate kiss on the forehead the same way any mother would to her baby. 

She settled me back onto her lap and she gently inserted the baby bottle back into my mouth as she held me. I finished the bottle with her looking into my face. She smiled down at me lovingly.

“You are such a cute baby.  Yes you are.  Such a good baby finishing his bottle then Aunty Amy will change baby’s wet nappy and tuck him into his crib.  Won’t that be nice?” she cooed.  I blushed and nodded slightly. Finally I finished and she pulled the bottle from my mouth and gently sat me up and rubbed my back like a baby.  Instantly I burped several times blushing red as I did so.  It was such a babyish act.

“Good Baby,” she gushed. “Stand up sweetie. We need to get a fresh nappy on you, okay?” she said gently. 

She took my hand and led me back into my room where she carefully slid the baby bed bars down and helped me into the baby crib which I fitted perfectly. She turned to get the fresh nappy supplies. I could tell she was very excited by the way she appeared to move quickly over to the supplies.  She gently put a pacifier in my mouth as she put a changing pad under me. Immediately I began to suck it.  She looked at me affectionately.

“That’s better isn’t darling. That’s what my baby needed to calm him down, didn’t he?” she cooed. Then, slowly she removed my plastic baby pants.

“My, my, you’re a wet baby,” she said in a soft motherly tone. She started undoing my nappy pins and then removed my nappies. My face was so red. “Awww, you’re just like a baby down there. Don’t worry darling soon you will be developing. Baby boys grow up so fast anyway,” she said reassuringly and sincerely. 

I watched her fold the nappies in a kite shape the same way that Mary and my mother did.

“Do you wear special thick night nappies sweetie?  I think you do,” she said not expecting a reply. “Let’s fold them special for my baby then he will be set for the night.  You're such a cute baby aren’t you? Yes you are.  Yes you are,” she continued tickling my tummy and eliciting a smile from me around my dummy. “That’s better sweetheart, you've got such an adorable smile.” When she put fresh nappies under me they felt so nice and soft. She put baby powder all over me and pinned the nappies on snugly. Then she put a fresh pair of blue baby pants over the thick nappies. “All done! Such a good baby!” she cooed as she gently rubbed the nappy and smiled lovingly at me.  I couldn’t help but smile back around my pacifier.

Amy gently tucked by baby blanket around me then she gently pulled the crib bars up and gave me a new baby bottle and pulled a chair up, her arm going through the bars, holding the baby bottle. As I suckled on the nipple I stared at her great legs.

“Do you think I am pretty, baby?” she asked. I nodded. “Awww, well, someday when you become a big boy I might just let you take me out, okay?” I blushed.

Just then Mary came home. Amy kissed me on the cheek, “Good night,” she said saying she would be over in the morning to help me and Mary. Mary got ready for bed and kissed me and turned out the lights.