Randy Wets His Pants
"Well Randy, I see you have had another little
accident." Mrs. Gray said sternly. Mrs. Gray was Randy's
first grade teacher and at the moment she was standing in
front of his desk frowning down at him. For the third time
that month he had wet his pants in her classroom and all he
could do was bow his head and nod shamefully.
His teacher sighed and said "Let's go to the nurses
office, I'm sure you know the way by now." Randy got up and
when the other kids saw the wet condition of his trousers
they began to whisper and giggle. He tried to cover the
dark wet spot with his hands as he was led down the hallway
although everyone who saw him knew immediately what had
happened. Randy really hated what was going to come next.
He just knew that Mrs. Gray was going to call his mother to
come and get him and his mom was going to be furious. As he
sat on the bed in the nurses office he could hear his
teacher talking to his mother on the telephone. In a few
minutes Mrs. Gray came in and said "Your mother is on her
way here with a change of clothing for you. Since it is so
late in the day I will excuse you from class for the rest of
the day. I hope you and your mother can straighten you out
about this wetting problem. We will see you back in class
tomorrow."
"Yes Mrs. Gray." he said meekly.
After she had left he sat nervously waiting for his
mother to arrive. The last time she had to come get him from
school she had taken him to see the doctor thinking that he
had some physical problem. When she had found out that
there was nothing wrong with him she had warned him to never
wet himself in school again or she would have to take some
drastic action. Randy was too afraid to ask her what action
she was thinking of.
In about twenty minutes his mother walked in carrying
dry trousers and underwear. While he changed his clothes
his mother scolded him severely. "I just can't understand
why you keep wetting yourself like this Randy. I have taken
you to several doctors and they can't find anything wrong
with you. I think that you are just being a baby!"
"I am not a baby!" he cried indignantly.
"You wet your pants like one." his mother said. "Maybe
I should send you to school in diapers!"
Randy began to cry. "I'm sorry mommy, I just couldn't
help it."
His mother took him by the hand and led him to their
car. The ride home seemed to take forever for Randy
especially since his mother stopped at several stores to
make some purchases. Randy had to stay in the car and was
not allowed to look in the sacks that his mother returned
with. When they finally arrived home and had unloaded the
car he was surprised to see his old highchair sitting in the
kitchen. His biggest surprise awaited him when he entered
his bedroom. His bed had been removed and in its place was
his old baby crib that had been stored picked him up and
laid him in it. Silencing his protests his mother said
"Since you insist on acting like a little baby who always
has wet pants I have decided to take care of you like you
were a baby."
As she was explaining all this she began undressing her
son. To Randy's horror he watched his mother take a several
white cotton diapers from his dresser and fold them
together. Next his mom sprinkled talcum powder on his
thighs and tummy and he began to cry as she smoothed it in.
"Hush baby," his mother said. "Mommy will get you dressed
for the rest of the day." She lifted him by the ankles and
positioned the soft baby diaper beneath his bottom. Laying
him down she pulled the dippy up between his legs and
expertly pinned the corners at each hip with teddy bear-
shaped diaper pins.
"There now," she said as she smiled down at him. "My
little boy is back in diapers where he belongs."
Randy was very upset now. "Please mommy!" he pleaded
with tears in his eyes. "Please don't make me wear a
diaper. I promise I won't wet my pants anymore!!" His
mother opened one of the sacks that she had purchased and
brought forth a pair of pastel pink plastic panties. As she
pulled them up over her sons diaper she said, "Now we won't
have to worry about you wetting yourself anymore, will we
baby? You might as well get used to being a baby again
because I am going to keep you in diapers and baby panties
until I think you have grown up enough to wear big boy
clothes."
Randy began to cry all over again. "No mommy! I'M not
a baby!" he screamed. He lay in his crib kicking his legs
in the air and crying. actually he was acting just like the
little baby that he was so vehemently denying. His mother
stepped back and raised the side of his crib. "Wouldn't you
like your friends at school to see you now acting like such
a baby?" his mother asked. "Maybe I should invite them over
to watch me change your diapers sometime. Now lay here and
behave yourself while I get dinner ready."
After she had left he stopped crying and sat up in his
crib. There was so much diaper between his legs that he
found it impossible to put them together. Randy was glad
that he didn't have any brothers or sisters to see him in
his baby things. He began to rub the soft plastic of his
baby pants between his legs and savored the sweet aroma of
baby powder. Not so many years ago he had slept in this
very crib as a real baby. He could still remember how it
felt to awaken in his crib and see the world through the
bars. He could remember how his mommy would smile down at
him as she changed his wet or dirty diaper. She used to
tickle his tummy or toes to make him giggle, and pick him up
and hold him if he had a bad dream. The memory of his
infancy left a warm feeling within him. Randy noticed that
his mother had remembered to put Mr. Bear in his crib with
him. He picked up his old teddy bear and buried his face in
its soft fur. "I missed you Mr. Bear." he said softly as he
gently stroked his teddy bears head. "I missed you too
Randy!" Mr. Bear replied. "I hated staying in that box in
the garage. Promise me that you will never go away again,
please!"
His mother came in and picked him up. She put her hand
down the front of his baby pants to check his diaper. She
said "The bathroom is off limits for you so you might as
well get used to the idea of using your diaper, you will
have to sooner or later." In the kitchen she sat him in his
highchair and tied a little plastic bib around his neck.
The initial embarrassment of being put back in diapers was
slowly fading and instead he was beginning to enjoy all the
special attention that he was receiving. As his mother
spoon-fed his dinner to him he suddenly felt his diaper
becoming very warm between his thighs. His mother smiled at
him and as she wiped his hands and face she said," I can
tell by the look on your face that my little boy needs his
pants changed."
Randy turned beet red with shame and let his mother
pick him up and carry him back into his bedroom. Laying him
in the crib she pulled his baby panty off him and left the
room. With nothing but a wet diaper on Randy soon became
cold and uncomfortable. He hoped his mother would return
soon and finish changing him. A warm dry diaper sure would
feel nice. Soon his mother returned with a warm baby bottle
of milk and gently put the nipple in his mouth. As he held
his bottle and sucked his mom removed the diaper pins and
pulled the wet cloth from beneath him. After washing him
she applied fresh lotion and powder and pinned him into
another dry diaper. She picked him up and held him as he
lay his head on her shoulder and nursed from the bottle.
His mother carried him into the living room and they sat on
the couch while Randy continued to nurse from his baby
bottle.
"This is what my little boy really wants isn't it
sweetheart?" his mother asked as she gently patted his
diapered bottom. Randy nodded his head and looked up at his
mother hopefully.
"Maybe I was wrong and made you grow up too fast." she
said. "I think that all you need is to be little and cared
for like you were when you were my baby." Her son closed his
eyes and snuggled closer in her arms. His mother began to
rock him back and forth and after a while said, "If you want
to be little again then after school we will put you in
diapers and let you be the baby that you need to be for as
long as you want. Do you think that you would like that?"
Randy could only nod his head yes. The warm milk and
soft caresses from his mother soon had him very sleepy. His
nice soft diaper made him feel so safe and secure and he was
so happy that his mother finally understood what was inside
of him. After an hour or so his mom carried him back to his
room and carefully laid him in his crib. After covering her
sleeping child with a blanket she took a pacifier and
slipped it into Randy's mouth. Without awakening he slowly
began sucking on the nipple. She kissed her son good night
and turned off the light. Some time in the night Randy
awoke, rolled over on his back and picked up Mr. Bear. "I'm
never going to leave you again, Mr. Bear!" he whispered
around the pacifier. Mr. Bear smiled at him and kissed his
nose. Randy reached between his legs and found his diaper
very wet there. He could not wait for the morning when he
would awaken in his crib because he knew his mom would be
there to take care of him.