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Jason’s parents opened the door to Sarah and her mom. They showered her with greetings, inviting the two in. “Remember to make sure she has her protection on at night,” Sarah’s mother reminded the other two, gesturing at her daughter’s large backpack. The parents exchanged little small talk before Sarah’s mom departed.
“Jason’s in his room upstairs, I’ll help take your stuff up,” Jason’s father offered. He led her to his son’s room. “Hey Jason, Sarah’s here. Her mother won’t be back until Monday, so please get along this weekend.” With the quick introduction over, he lowered Sarah’s backpack, and went back downstairs.
The two ten-year old children sat in silence for very little time before Sarah offered, “wanna play ‘house?’”
Jason bit the inside of his cheek, shrugged, and hopped off his bed. “How come you’re staying here all weekend?”
“My parents are busy with work stuff in New York, and they said I’d have fun here.” She opened her backpack, “I’ll be the mother.”
“Alright, I’ll be the father.”
“No, you’re the baby,” Sarah interjected, pulling a pack of diapers out of her backpack. “Lie down so I can change you.”
Jason scoffed, “no way, I’m not wearing tha-AAFF,” he shouted and was gagged as Sarah roughly pulled at his arm and shoved a pacifier into his mouth. He tried to push himself away, but she was oh so slightly bigger than him, and far stronger. She fixed her arms under his, and reached up to fasten the pacifier behind his head. As he attempted to remove it, she located a pair of ball mittens from her backpack, and snatched his hands one at a time, fastening the mittens and immobilizing his fingers.
“Lie down, baby Jason,” Sarah teased, lightly pushing him onto his back. She pulled off his pants, eliciting a muffled cry, followed by the removal of his undies. “Spaceships, cute.” His legs were raised up, and Sarah placed a towel beneath his rear, spattered him with baby powder as he squirmed and tried to kick himself free, and finally fastened the diaper around his waist.
The boy’s face was flushed red as he fought against the padding, hoping to pry apart the tabs with his balled fists. Sarah pressed her finger on the blue line running beneath the diaper; above it was a plain blue bar to symbolize the diaper’s intention to be worn by boys. “If this line goes away, it means the baby’s had an accident,” Sarah lectured Jason, “you can’t wear your pants because mommy needs to know when to change you.” She pulled out a rattle from her backpack, “now let’s play.”

* * *

A full hour into Sarah teasing Jason with the rattle, his mother entered the room, “hey, are either of you kids hungr--oh,” she paused.
“We’re playing ‘house!’ I’m the mommy, and he’s the baby!” Sarah giggled. She fetched a baby bottle from her backpack, “can you fill this with warm milk?”
Jason’s mom snickered. Sure, with their blonde hair and blue eyes, the two kids could come off as being related, but how funny it was to see her son pretend to be Sarah’s little baby. “Sure thing. Do you want any other snacks?”
“I’ll have anything, thank you, but babies can’t eat solid foods,” Sarah responded. Jason’s eyes had been watering, and he began making noise, so Sarah pointed, “look, he’s getting hungry.”
“Well, I’ll get him some warm milk and you some pretzels and orange juice, so have fun in the meantime,” Jason’s mom smiled warmly at the children, and walked back downstairs.
Sarah smirked at Jason, “I’ll have to get your bib for feeding time.” Jason whined as Sarah procured one more item from her bag, and pulled off the boy’s shirt. The bib ran around the back of his neck and buttoned over his left breast, as a thin pair of straps ran under the boy’s armpits, fastening in the back. “That’s so cute, I might just keep you in that,” Sarah squealed.
Jason couldn’t help but sob, his heart racing in fear of being fed from a bottle. He looked down at his bib, and squirmed at the thought that it looked a lot like a bra. He tried to speak, to beg Sarah to stop playing, but his pacifier still gagged him.
“Hey baby Jason, it’s alright, your milk will be here soon,” Sarah mocked him. She was ruffling his hair as his parents entered the room, snacks in hand.
“Aren’t they so cute playing ‘house?’” Jason’s mom asked her husband. He smiled and remarked on what a great parent Sarah must be.
Curious, he asked, “Jason’s not wearing your night gear, is he? Remember, you’re going to be here three nights.”
Sarah smiled back proudly, “no, I’m not a baby. I’m going to be wearing GoodNites!”
The man smiled back, “that’s right you’re not,” he handed her the warm bottle of milk, “you take good care of baby Jason.” Jason’s mother approached to hand Sarah her pretzels and orange juice, pinched her son’s cheeks, and the two parents left the room.
Jason was crying the whole time for his parents to step in and stop the horrid game, but he only sold the image of being a baby. Sarah knelt in front of him, holding his bottle. “Feeding time, baby Jason!” He closed his eyes and let the tears fall, and felt the strap at the back of his head unbuckle. Sarah pulled the pacifier loose.
“Please, please, please take the mittens off, I’m not a bab-” Jason spurted out as fast as he could, before his bottle was stuffed in his mouth.
“Babies can’t talk, little Jason,” Sarah chided. “If you misbehave, I will paddle you.” The girl stood up, “finish your bottle before I come back. I’ll only be gone for a minute. If even one drop is left, you’ll get forty spankings,” she shot him one final warning glance before leaving the room and heading downstairs to meet with the boy’s real parents.
Jason’s mother greeted her, “hello Sarah, how’s the baby boy?”
“He’s drinking from his bottle right now,” Sarah grinned back. “I was wondering if you had any baby toys we could play with, or some old baby supplies.”
Jason’s dad came over, “we still have some stuff in the attic, don’t we? I think we even have his crib--”
“That’d be perfect!” Sarah declared, “anything else?!”
Jason’s dad pondered for a moment, “well, there’s his old high chair. They were pretty big, so he might still be able to use these, actually.”
“We’ve got his old favorite teddy bear, too,” his mother added, “he was so little, I bet he wouldn’t even remember that old thing. How about we bring these to you in a few minutes, you should get back to ‘taking care’ of Jason.”
Sarah thanked them and ran back upstairs. She found Jason still crying, bottle in his mouth, lying on his side because of how difficult it was to hold the drink with his balled hands. Sarah inspected the milk closely, “you’re almost done, but not quite there.” She marched over to her backpack and pulled out a wooden paddle, “if you can finish that in twenty seconds, I’ll only give you ten spankings.”
Jason looked like he wanted to protest, but he quickly realized that he had no time to argue, furiously sucking at the bottle. He was ten years old, and Sarah was no older, how is she able to punish him like this? “Seven… six… five…” Sarah counted, “good boy, all done.” She approached the boy and secured his pacifier back in place, and then took a seat on his bed. “Lean over my lap,” she instructed.
Jason wanted to back away, but he saw the paddle teetering side to side in Sarah’s hand, and knew that he’d only get a worse punishment if he resisted. He couldn’t handle the doorknob with his balled fists, so he had no way to run away. Jason stood on his feet for the first time since he’d been diapered, suddenly realizing how loud and crinkly the padding was, and did as he was told. Sarah placed one hand on his back, securing him in place, and with a loud whack a sharp pain shot through him.

* * *

Jason was sat crying in a corner when his parents carried his old crib in. “What happened?” his dad asked, “does the baby need a nap?”
Sarah’s face shone as she saw the crib, “it’s just the right size! Thank you, I’ll have Jason take his nap right away!” She showed the two where to place the crib, before they left to get the high chair. Jason, however, was utterly destroyed when he saw what he was about to sleep in. He tried to push himself backwards into his corner as Sarah approached him, took hold of his wrist, and pulled him to the old crib. She slowly lowered the bars, allowing him the time to comprehend the situation, and told him to get in. “You don’t want any more spankings, do you?” Jason dropped his head in submission and climbed into the crib, and watched Sarah raise the bars along the side. He was embarrassed to find that he actually had space to sleep, and at the right angle, he was even able to fully straighten out all the way. “I’ll let you out when you’ve had your first accident,” Sarah smiled at her big baby, “now sleep, you should be tired.”
This was true, the warm milk had left him rather tired. So tired that he’d even fallen asleep before his parents could return with his high chair and baby toys.

* * *

Jason awoke with a teddy bear in his arms, and white bars obscuring his view. He buried his face in the toy animal, remembering the situation he’d been placed in. He heard the terrifying voice of his captor as she learned he was awake.
“Feel anything?” she giggled, looking down from above the crib. “The blue line’s gone.”
Jason’s gaze rushed down to the loud, crinkly bulk between his legs, and saw that his diaper was stained yellow. No way, he never wet the bed, how could this happen?
“Warm milk makes you sleepy, and sometimes it makes you so sleepy that you don’t know when you have to pee,” she told the boy. “It’s okay,” she fetched the pack of disposables, “we’ve got plenty of diapers.”
The crib bars were lowered, and Jason was laid on his back. He shut his eyes and squeezed his teddy, hoping to distract himself as Sarah placed the towel beneath him. She removed the tapes, and Jason felt freed as the diaper was taken off. Sarah cleaned him off, powdered him, but in those moments his legs were lifted in the air, he almost felt like a big kid again, normal, before he suddenly regained awareness of the mittens, the irremovable pacifier, and suddenly he was placed on another diaper, and taped snugly back into his humiliating position. He felt stupid for ever feeling big again.
“All done,” Sarah congratulated herself, patting the front of Jason’s padding, and threw the old diaper away. She pulled the shamed boy out of his crib, and he left the bear behind, unable to grasp it in his mittens. Sarah led him to his old high chair, which he hadn’t even noticed was there. “I’m going to get you some more warm milk, so let’s get you in here before I go.” The wooden seat had a single step to help him in, so Jason climbed his way up and sat down. Sarah then lowered the tray over him, and secured it shut with the leather tray strap between the boy’s legs. As Sarah left, needlessly shutting the door behind her, the boy had no option but to sit and wait, rendered unable to stand, lift the tray, or even call for help.

* * *

Jason didn’t speak when Sarah removed his pacifier, he just let her hold the drink, and suckled at the bottle. As he drank, his father entered the room with a pair of plates.
“I see you’ve already started his meal. Dinner’s ready, I figured you wanted to eat in here,” he said, finding a spot to place the plates.
“Thank you, but babies can’t eat solid foods,” Sarah said, pushing the bottle further into Jason’s mouth, “can you purée the baby’s food so he can drink it through his bottle?”
The man nodded, “that’s a very good idea, Sarah. I’ll be right back.” He handed Sarah her food, and left to prepare Jason’s meal. Sarah finished feeding Jason his milk, and went downstairs to refill the bottle. When she came back up, it was a vile color, filled with liquefied mashed potatoes, carrots, and who knows what else.
“Open up, baby,” she instructed, but he didn’t need to part his lips for her to slip the bottle in. “If you don’t drink, I’ll have to punish you again,” she warned. “Be a good baby and take your dinner." He took a deep breath and began drinking, and the taste was even worse than the coloration. He spat out the bottle, and Sarah shoved it back in, “that’s five spankings once you’re done. If you take too long, it’ll be more.”
It took the boy five minutes to down his dinner, and when the bottle was removed from his lips, he began to beg, “I’m sorry Sarah, I’ll be good, please don’t spank me again.” His eyes were watering again, and he’d begun to shake.
“Hmm…” Sarah pondered for a moment, “do you need to use the bathroom, baby Jason?” she wondered aloud.
“Y… yeah,” Jason slowly uttered. After two full bottles, his bladder was beginning to work itself.
“Wet yourself,” was all Sarah ordered. “If you wet your diaper, I’ll change you, and you won’t need to be punished.”
To Jason, this was almost as bad. This was utterly humiliating—this whole day was utterly humiliating. He looked up at his caretaker, and then back down to his encased hands, and began to sob as he released into his diaper.
“Good boy,” Sarah pat his head, “I’ll get your new diaper ready.”

* * *

As night came, Sarah left the room to get changed, and returned wearing pink pajamas, a short-sleeved top paired with pajama shorts. She knelt beside Jason on the floor, and pulled down her shorts. “These are GoodNites, nighttime training pants for big kids. You’re just a baby, so you’ll have to wear your diaper to bed,” she teased him, before pulling her shorts back up. “Let’s get you in bed, baby Jason.”
Jason instinctively stood for his previous big boy bed, but stopped himself. He slowly walked over to the crib that had been set aside for him, and curled up inside. As he was being tucked in, his parents entered the room. “Are you all ready for bed, Sarah?” his mother asked.
“Yep!” she tugged at her waistband to show that she was all set.
“Let’s just say good night to our son, and we’ll leave you two alone,” the father said, and they approached the crib. The mother began to remove the pacifier, and Sarah interrupted.
“No! You’ll ruin the game,” she feigned sadness. Jason’s mom stopped herself, and looked back at her son, who was beginning to cry.
“Aw, he makes for such a convincing baby,” she complimented.
“Yep! He even wets himself!” Sarah stated with pride, and the boy’s parents exchanged looks. “It’s okay, I’ve already changed him twice.” Jason’s mom was surprised to hear that the game had gone this far, and felt Jason’s diaper to see if he’d gone recently. Satisfied that he was dry, she kissed his forehead, and the two parents gave one final good night to the kids before leaving. Sarah stood over the big baby, and kissed him on the forehead too before raising the crib bars for the night.

* * *

Jason woke up in the middle of the night, needing to use the bathroom. He looked around; Sarah was asleep (and in his old bed), but he had no way to sneak to the toilet. He had no way to get out of the crib, as the bars reached quite high, and he had no idea how to lower them, especially with his mittens on. Even if he could get out of the crib, he had no way to handle the doorknob, or even to remove his diaper in order to actually use the toilet. Jason turned over to the teddy bear still sitting in his crib, and hugged it to his chest. He felt the warm liquid flood his diaper, and looked down at the blue stripe fading away from the padding, telling anyone who looked at him that he wet himself and needs to be changed. He buried his face into the teddy bear, the one thing that wouldn’t just smile at him as he cried, and soaked it with his tears.

* * *

When Jason awoke, Sarah was just entering the room, but he was unable to see what she was carrying as his eyes adjusted to the light. The items were obscured behind her backpack as he sat up to get her attention, and remembering his overnight accident, he began to make a muffled cry, before noticing that his diaper still had a blue line.
“Good morning, baby Jason,” Sarah greeted him, before beginning to tease, “it’s a good thing that you had your diaper on, ‘cause I saw that you wet yourself last night. It’s no big deal, I changed you an hour ago.” She lowered the crib bars and grabbed him by the wrist. “Come on, let’s get you into your high chair.”
Jason bowed his head and did as he was told, allowing himself to be secured in as Sarah left once more to get his meal. There was no way he was going to stay one more day in diapers, he had to find a way out of his room or to take that damned pacifier out so he could tell his parents what was really going on. He squirmed in his seat in rebellion, but calmed himself as the crinkling sounded in his ears. He was sitting just as he’d been left when Sarah returned.
“Toast and eggs today, baby!” Sarah announced, placing a brown bottle before him, to remove his pacifier. As soon as it was out, he began to protest.
“Let me go! You can’t make me wear--” he was silenced by the bottle stuffing his mouth, and he thrashed his head in retaliation. “Let me out of this chair and give me back my clothes!” he screamed, throwing his head so Sarah couldn’t force-feed him. She took hold of his face and pushed the bottle back in, and frowned down at him.
“Someone’s being naughty,” she scolded him. “No one can hear you, your parents are out buying stuff for us to play with. Now finish your drink and prepare for your spanking.”
His eyes grew wide; of course, how could he forget that she’d punish him? He wanted nothing more than to apologize and tell her he’d be good, that she wouldn’t have to spank him, but he knew that he’d only anger her. He drank his breakfast at the quickest pace he could muster, as disgusting as it was, in hopes of showing her he could behave. She seemed pleased with his speed, and he was sure not to speak as she fastened his pacifier back in place.
Sarah released him from the high chair and took a seat on the floor, paddle in hand. “Lay across my lap, baby Jason.” It didn’t sound like an order, so much as narration of what was to come. Jason didn’t dare disobey her, and he set his stomach over the girl’s lap. He prepared himself for the worst, but instead of a spanking, felt his caretaker’s hands removing his pacifier once again. “Jason, do you know why you’re being punished?” she asked him.
“I… b-because I was naughty,” he mumbled, looking down at the ground.
She encouraged his groveling, “what did you do wrong?”
Jason choked back tears, “I w-w-wouldn’t…” he lost control of his grief, “I w-wouldn’t drink my bottle, and t-tried to get back in b-big boy clothes.” Sarah stroked his hair as he continued, “I’m s-s-sorry, I hate wearing d-d-diapers, I’m n-not a baby!”
Sarah pet him and slowly refastened his pacifier. “But Jason,” Sarah reasoned, “you know you have to drink from your bottle, because you are just a baby.” She gave the first smack with her paddle, and Jason uttered a muffled cry.

* * *

Neither of the children kept track of how many times Jason was spanked, but by the time it was over, Jason had once again wet his diaper. “See, baby Jason? You need to wear your diapers because you’re not ready to be a big boy yet,” Sarah explained to him. “When you’re done crying I can get you changed.” Jason wiped off his face with his upper arm, and nodded at her. They went through the routine, but as she was cleaning him off, Jason’s mother walked in.
“Oh, wow, did Jason have an accident, or are you just having fun?” the boy’s parent nervously asked.
Jason considered fighting back, maybe in this moment he could finally get free, but fresh after a spanking, it wasn’t worth the consequences. He let Sarah speak. “Baby Jason had another accident, but it’s okay, I’m good at changing him.” She finished powdering him and lifted his legs, placing a diaper beneath him, and taped it snug around his torso. “There, all done. Comfy, baby?” Jason looked down and nodded.
“Well, at least you’ve having fun,” his mother noted. “Did you have him try on those clothes? If you want to continue the game, he’s gonna have to cover up, ‘cause I’m not letting you two stay inside all weekend.”
Jason froze. What? He was going to have to wear diapers outside? But what if someone spotted the diaper? What if he ran into his friends? What if he needs to use the bathroom? Sarah brought him back to reality as his mother left the room, and the girl began removing the bib he’d been wearing since the day before.
“Let’s get you dressed, baby Jason,” the girl said to him, “I’m sure you want to get that diaper covered.”
He hadn’t thought about that. Maybe going outside in diapers, so long as no one could see them, was still better than wearing diapers, sucking pacifiers, and wearing mittens at home. He watched as Sarah located a pink t-shirt from behind her backpack. A girly color, but fine, it was better than wearing a bib. He raised his arms and allowed her to dress him, and it fit him well. Next she grabbed a pair of shortalls, and told him to lift his legs. She pulled the shortalls on him, without allowing him to stand up, and the outfit buckled just fine, a perfect fit.
Sarah pulled him to his feet. “Wait here, I’ll see when we’re leaving. Don’t worry, you’ll have fun.” Left alone, Jason inspected the sides of the shortalls. His diaper was peeking, but as soon as he got the mittens off, he’d be able to adjust his shirt and waistband, and make sure everything was properly hidden. There was no way Sarah could punish him in public, maybe he’d be able to tell his parents what was going on. The Devil returned as he thought of her, and she ushered him downstairs with her. “Baby’s ready to go!” she announced. Jason waited for his many restraints to be removed, and finally felt Sarah positioning his arms. Finally he’d be free, he’d be able to move his fingers, even if he couldn’t protest, at least he could hide that damned diaper. He closed his eyes, and strangely his shortall bib fell forward. He then felt a new set of straps slide along his arms, and fix itself around his chest. He heard a buckle from his back, and opened his eyes as he felt Sarah adjusting the harness to his size.
Jason wanted nothing more than to object once more. No way, no way, he couldn’t be walked outside on a harness, he wasn’t a real baby, he didn’t need this. Sarah pulled his shortalls back up, and rebuttoned the bib over the harness. She took hold of a separate tether that could be fastened at his back when they arrived at their destination. “All set. Now we won’t have to worry about you getting lost!”
Jason’s mother found the two children, and escorted them to the car, commenting, “everything fits? That’s wonderful. You’re so sweet for accommodating Sarah, Jason.”

* * *

The three of them had been walking through the park for an hour, while Jason’s father went shopping for one last item on his own. Sarah reached her hand down the boy’s shortalls, and she squeezed his diaper. “Still no accidents, baby Jason?” She sounded disappointed at the thought of not being able to change him in front of others. “Maybe you need something to drink.”
Jason had caught the eyes of nearly everyone they passed, a ten-year old boy being walked on a harness by another kid, and wearing restrictive mittens while sucking on a pacifier. He could see his diaper peeking out whenever he looked down, and he could hear other children chatter about it.
“Do you see that boy wearing the diaper?”
“Do you think that girl walking him makes him wear them?”
“Do you think his parents are punishing him?”
“I bet he has autism.”
“Is that Jason?”
Jason’s hairs stood on his neck as he was recognized. Sarah heard it too, and was sure to slow her walking pace. “Hey, Jason!” his friend ran over, “why are you wearing that, dude? Woah, nice… pacifier…”
“Jason’s only a baby for the weekend, so he can’t talk,” Sarah explained to the other boy. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Devante, I go to school with Jason. Why is he dressed like a baby?”
“We’re playing ‘house,’ and it’s no fun if it’s just a mom and dad. There needs to be a baby, or there’s no point!” she expressed happily. The two looked over at Jason as they listened to his diaper crinkle between his squirming legs. “Do you have to go, baby Jason?” The boy refused to nod, and only pressed his legs as close as his diaper would allow. “Nod or shake your head, or I’ll have to spank you in front of Devante.”
Jason’s eyes watered, and he nodded his head. Devante was amazed at the power she wielded. “Have you spanked him before? Does he usually use the diaper?”
“He always uses it, babies aren’t potty trained! His mom has the changing supplies, maybe I can show you how I change him. Come on baby Jason, how about you wet yourself for your friend to see?” Sarah tugged at the boy’s leash to bring him closer, “wet yourself now, baby boy, or I’ll have to punish you in front of everyone.”
Jason turned to his friend and pleaded with his eyes, but his potential savior only said, “come on ‘baby Jason,’ piss yourself.” Jason shielded his face with his mittens, tears dampening his face as he shook in place. Suddenly, it hit them. “Woah, you smell that? He really peed himself!”
“Come on baby Jason, let’s go after your mom. You wanna come, Devante?”
“Hell yeah, I can’t believe you’re actually going to be changing Jason’s diaper!” The kids ran over to Jason’s mother, dragging Jason by his harness, and Sarah retrieved the canvas bag with Jason’s diapers and supplies. Sarah then led the group off the pathway and behind a bush, where they could still be seen, but the amount of witnesses would be fewer. She placed down a changing mat and laid Jason down, slowly unbuttoning his shortalls bib. She pulled them off, fully exposing his diaper to Devante. “Aw man, sick. You really turned him into a baby.” He watched as Sarah removed the used diaper, and cleaned and powdered the boy. Then she lifted his legs, placed a diaper beneath him, and fastened it snug around his thin frame.
“There we go! That’s how you change baby Jason,” Sarah said, gathering Jason’s shortalls and redressing the boy. “Well, you’ve finally wet yourself, ready to go home now?” Jason eagerly nodded his response, desperate to escape the public humiliation. They bid farewell to Devante, and with Jason’s mom they found a spot to get picked up by his dad.
As they got in the car, Jason’s dad lifted him up into a car-seat. Sarah was gleeful, “the baby’s got a car-seat?! That’s so cute!”
“This isn’t a toy for playing ‘house,’ we’d been considering this for a while. It’s much safer to keep kids in car-seats. Sorry I didn’t get another, but you’re only with us for the weekend,” the father explained as he buckled his son in. “Did Jason have any accidents?”
“Yeah, but I changed him. I got to meet one of Jason’s friends too, and he played with us for a bit.”
“Well, that’s very nice. Let’s go home and eat, now.”

* * *

As soon as they got back, Sarah led Jason upstairs to strip him of his clothing and harness, leaving him in just his diaper. Then she fastened him in his bib, and had him sit in his high chair. “I asked your parents to buy you some new food,” she giggled gleefully. “Wait here —not that you have a choice.” She went downstairs while Jason just sat in his padding, sucking at his pacifier. Finally she returned with his bottle, and removed his pacifier. She stared at him, waiting to see if he’d react. Nothing. “Oh, good boy!” she condescendingly praised him, sticking the bottle in his mouth, “no more outbursts, very good.”
The bottle was utterly disgusting, and Jason gagged on his drink, but didn’t spit it out. He downed the full bottle, and allowed Sarah to bind his pacifier back in place. She lifted the tray from his seat, and walked him to his crib, where he willingly climbed in and snuggled up to the teddy bear. Sarah kissed him on the forehead and locked him inside, saying “sleep now, baby. I’ll go tell your parents how much you liked your formula,” before turning out the light and leaving him on his own.

* * *

Jason’s nap extended into the nighttime, and he awoke before anyone else. It was two in the morning, and he could feel that his diaper was wet without looking down. He pressed his head against the bars; was he really going to have to sit in a wet diaper for the rest of the night? He moaned through his pacifier, but it was a hopeless effort, she’d never hear him. Time would pass slowly without any distractions, so he focused his attention on the teddy bear. Did it have a name? Surely it should. “E’er,” he mumbled through the pacifier. Edgar. Here he was in a crib, caged in with Edgar, while Sarah slept in his bed. He only had to suffer for one more day, then he wouldn’t be using bottles—wait, did Sarah say he was drinking formula last night? He’s wearing a diaper and sleeping in a crib, but formula’s for real babies, why did he have to drink formula? It just wasn’t fair, Sarah was completely abusing him. Now he really needed Edgar, as he tucked his head into the stuffed animal and bawled his eyes out. He wasn’t even a bedwetter, why is he being forced to use a damned diaper? Sarah was going to wake up wet, and she only wore pull-ups at night. It just wasn’t fair.
He sat through silence and more tears until Sarah woke in the morning. “Baby Jason, how long have you been up? Your diaper must be soaked, I’ll change you after I get dressed.” Jason could see that the bulge in her shorts had grown, meaning that she’d wet herself too. What a baby she was, wetting herself when she wasn’t even locked in a crib. His parents were the ones babysitting her, so why was she in charge of him? He waited impatiently for Sarah to return, and she came back in an overall skirt. She lowered the crib bars and he lay down for her, and when she was done changing him, she raised them back up. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” Again. Great. She returned with his morning breakfast, and she lowered the bars again to feed him his formula. “You must’ve been awake for such a long time, baby. Just for today, I think you should take an early nap. Oh, don’t cry, you should be happy! You get to spend more time in your comfy little crib!” She forced him to finish the bottle, and after securing his pacifier, left the room once more, with the lights turned out. It just wasn’t fair.

* * *

Jason woke up during another diaper change, and he gave an attempted shriek, muffled through his pacifier.
“Dude, chill. Man, I knew you wore diapers, but I didn’t know you were such a baby. Wetting yourself during a small nap, and sleeping in a crib?” Devante finished taping up the terrified boy’s diaper, and gave his padding a few pats to demo its loud crinkling. “Who’s a cutie diaper baby? Yes, baby Jason, you’re a cutie wootie diaper baby.” He faked a frown, “is the baby about to cry? Pfft, you’re such a wuss.”
“Devante’s going to play house with us today. He’s going to be the daddy!” Sarah announced. “You should be happy, baby Jason. Now you get to have two people take care of you.”
For two hours Jason was fed, teased with a rattle, changed, and made to crawl around on the floor crying. His own friend was helping this devil make him wear diapers, and was even changing him after his accidents. During a feeding, the kid had an idea.
“Let’s go play in the backyard,” Devante suggested. “We can keep baby Jason on that harness, too.” Sarah’s eyes brightened up: no words, it was an instant yes. Jason, stuck in his high seat as they planned his further humiliation, squirmed his disapproval, and as they dragged him from the room, he only kicked in hopes of getting back inside. Even the crib was better than going outside, at least nobody else would be able to see him.
“Devante, can you get me my paddle from baby Jason’s nursery? The baby needs to be punished.”
Jason froze, his eyes begging Devante to stop now, to tell him that the game had gone too far, that he was utterly helpless. Devante smirked back, and marched off into the room. He came back, and stuck the paddle out to Sarah.
“You haven’t done it before, how about you spank him?” the girl offered. “Just lean him over your lap and swat at him until you think he’s learned his lesson.”
Jason hung his head, and allowed Devante to place him over his lap. He squeezed his eyes shut; he’d been punished before, but not by another boy. Devante was bigger than Jason or Sarah, and he would hit harder. Before he could finish his thoughts, the first whack sounded, and Jason was immediately broken. He bawled through his pacifier as Devante, who used to be his friend, pummeled him, and for what? For trying to stay inside? For trying not to suffer even more humiliation than he already has? The beating stopped, and Devante stood him up. “Behave now, baby Jason,” he warned, and he returned the paddle to its resting place.
Jason was brought to the backyard wearing nothing but his diaper, his bib left inside, and him attached to a harness gripped by Devante on the other end. The kids spent all afternoon outside, stirring up noise to get Jason’s neighbors to peek out their windows, when Devante was struck with an idea.
“You know, I think we should go to the front yard. There’s more light out there.”
“That’s a splendid idea, Devvy,” Sarah congratulated him. “Come on Jason, let’s go out front!” The boy was filled with another rush of adrenaline, another step up in humiliation awaiting him. He inched forward, unable to go forward for fear of being seen, but unable to stay behind, for fear of being spanked. Sarah grabbed him by the wrist, “come on, baby Jason.There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He allowed himself to be tugged along, dumbfounded as to how to react, and he was stopped by his home’s mailbox. “Let’s tie him here,” Sarah said, “and then let’s get something to eat.” Jason was utterly confused; they weren’t going to leave him there, were they? Devante secured the harness to the mailbox, and the two went back inside, leaving the diapered boy in full view of all passing cars and neighborhood children.
Jason stood outside, the red harness keeping him from hiding himself, and the mittens keeping him from taking the harness off. He sat on the curb and buried his face in his mittens—the best he could do would be to at least try to obscure his identity. He sat there, shaking with his sobs, and heard the ring of a bicycle bell. He looked up and saw three of his other friends, casually steering circles in the empty street with their bikes.
“Jason, why are you wearing a diaper?” one of them asked him.
“Are you being punished for something?”
“Did you have an accident, or what? Look at him, he looks like a little baby!”
Two of the boys had phones, and began to snap photos of him. The first boy, the biggest of the three, stepped off his bike and began to shoot a video. “Hey Jason, why are you wearing a diaper? Are you a baby? Go on, piss yourself, baby.” He stepped forward with the phone, getting a close shot of the helpless boy’s diaper, “come on, wet yourself or we’ll stay here until you don’t have any choice.”
“Look, his binky is buckled at the back of his head! Oh my gosh, this is too perfect, he can’t even talk!”
The boys all hounded him, and soon Jason was letting go, wetting his diaper so they’d just go away. “He really did it! You’re such a baby, Jason! No wonder you were left outside in a diaper, your parents ran out of ideas for how to toilet train you!” The kids all guffawed at the mockery, and with a few final photos, sped off on their bikes, laughing about the big baby they’d just bullied into wetting himself. As soon as the kids were gone, Sarah and Devante stepped out of the house grinning.
“Did you have fun playing with those big boys, baby Jason?” Sarah teased him. “Come on, the sun’s setting, it’s past your bedtime.” She untied the harness from the mailbox, and walked him back inside. Devante went to prepare the formula while Sarah changed the defeated boy, and after being fed, he was set to bed for the last night. “My mom picks me up in the morning, but I hope we can play house again someday,” Sarah sadly commented. “Be sure to wet yourself again, so I can change you for one last time in the morning.” She left the room with Devante, as the two weren’t going to stop playing at just 6PM, and left the boy to fall asleep in his crib for one last time.

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Jason woke up to Sarah shaking him. “You’re wet, Jason. I wanted you to be awake for your last change.” He sure didn’t, but there was no helping it now. He stared off at the ceiling as he was cleaned off, powdered, and taped back into a diaper, and Sarah presented an already-prepared bottle. “Feeding time—my mom’s going to be here any minute now.” She popped out his pacifier, and he drank freely. In just a few minutes, he would be free, and he wouldn’t be some other kids’ baby doll. Not even a minute passed, and Sarah jumped as they heard a knock at the door. “Oh, I… I guess I have to go now. Well, goodbye baby Jason.” She kissed the boy on the forehead, “aw, I guess your parents will put you back in big boy undies now.” She fastened his pacifier back in place, packed her stuff, left the room before Jason’s parents could even fetch her, and before Jason knew it, she was gone.
She was gone. He was free. He sprinted downstairs, waddling in his diaper, and stood before his parents. He held out his mittens and made a muffled sound, and his mother unclipped his pacifier.
“What are you trying to say, dear? I can’t hear you through your paci, hon.”
“Mom, I wasn’t playing house, she was forcing me to wear diapers! I didn’t want to do any of that! P… Please take my mittens off…” he whimpered before her.
“Honey, she can’t force you to wear diapers. She’s only ten, and you’re a boy, you’re stronger than her.” She untied his mittens for him, leaving him with only one item left to remove. “Now Jason, I saw you two having fun, and I won’t have you insulting Sarah behind her back.”
Jason stared at her in fright: did she really mean that? He looked down at his diaper. He could never convince his parents, they’d always side with Sarah. What did it even matter?
“Whatever.”
He ran back upstairs, with only a diaper left to demean him, and tore it off as soon as he reached his room, immediately pulling on a pair of rocket-printed undies. Aw yeah, this was the life. The weekend didn’t matter anymore, Sarah was gone, and he was never gonna see her again. He snatched Edgar from the crib and tossed him beside his pillow, cheering, “we’re free, Edgar! Enjoy the big kid’s bed, that’s what liberty feels like.” Now all he needed was for his parents to take out the high chair and take out the crib, and finally things would be back to normal.