The next day, I felt like a hardened convict. I was
going home at last, but it felt as if I was losing a part of
myself. The day started good, became disastrous and ended
with half a smile.
I woke up with Karen at my side. She was still asleep,
but didn't take long to wake up.
"Good morning," I said.
"Good morning," she replied.
"Good morning," said Aubrey. He really startled me.
"I've got some great news. My father has made bail and will
be released. As soon as he gets out, he will call me and we
will set up your release." Where had I heard that one
before? "I know he can be a high powered talker, but I can
assure you, you will get out of here today."
Karen and I just looked at each other dumbfounded, then
looked at Aubrey. Free at last. I had been gone for quite
awhile, and now I was going home. It was a bit sad to give
up a life of being babied, but I knew there was more to life
then me. There was my family.
Aubrey unlocked the crib and handed Karen and I our
clothes. Adult clothes at last. "Get dressed and meet me in
my office in 15 minutes," he said. "I have a pleasant
surprise." How much better could it get.
I climbed out of the crib then helped Karen out as
well. She began to strip off her clothes, so I asked her if
she wanted me to turn away. "Nah, it's OK," she replied.
"We're a couple now." After she was dressed, she asked me if
I was going to get dressed.
"Well, I kinda still want to wear diapers and I was
wondering if you could dress me," I confessed.
"OK," she replied. "Get on the changing table." I got
on and she strapped me down. "Just in case you change your
mind," she said.
She unzipped my sleeper and took it off, leaving me
just in my diaper. I began to feel a bit self-conscious, but
then realized that I had to take a more mature approach to
this. I offered no resistance as she untaped my wet and
poopy diaper and cleaned me up. She made sure to caress me
slowly with the baby wipe and dump plenty of powder on me.
Next, she took a fresh disposable and expertly slid it under
me and taped it up. She put on my jeans and my shirt that I
was wearing on Friday. After giving me a slap on the thigh
to signify that I was done, we walked to Aubrey's office.
"Well?" asked Karen.
"The data we've been able to amass from the two of you
has been astounding," he said. "I do believe that some
people have a very high "regressive factor" that is a very
high tendency to want to be babied or act infantile. Those
people will be treated here."
"By treated you mean what?"
"I mean have the tendency reduced by hypnosis if they
so desire, or have the tendency cared for. While on paper it
makes no difference to us, as either is profitable I'd much
rather see people happy whatever the means. We will run this
place with a full staff of people dedicated to giving their
love, and we will have a healthy population of adult and
teen baby boys and girls. Age adjustments will be made
accordingly, and in the end everyone wins. As long as we are
able to secure the copyrights to our age reduction methods,
I will be even wealthier then I am now. Perhaps my father
will finally be rich enough to quit causing so much blasted
trouble. Well, I thank you both."
"And thank you for your hospitality," I said. "I'll
Aubrey smiled smugly and answered the phone. He spoke
for a few minutes then set it down. "That was my father," he
said. "He will be coming by here, and you will come with us.
I presume he would like to return you in person and make an
apology." I found it odd for an odd man to do that, but I
decided not to question it too much.
After a lot of waiting, a limousine finally pulled up
front. William Dover stepped out and greeted his son less
then warmly. "Good news, this place is going to help us
greatly," Aubrey said joyously.
"We'll discuss that later," said William. "In the
meantime, let's get going."
Karen and I were escorted to a van and got in. As soon
as we did, we were grabbed by our arms and tied to the
seats. Our mouths were taped shut, and we lay there
squirming and whining in protest.
"What the hell is going on?" Aubrey asked. "We're
supposed to release them, damn it."
"Son, don't be a fool," said William. "did you really
think I'd concede to losing this battle? And watch your
mouth." He grabbed Aubrey by the arm and pushed him into the
limousine and went in after him. The sliding door on the van
was shut, and with Clyde behind the wheel we took off for
parts unknown. I felt so angry and so betrayed.
We pulled out onto the highway with the limousine in
front of us. I saw out of the rearview mirror that there
were several cars following us. One was a police car, the
other belonged to that guy Andrews, another belonged to Nick
and Terri and the last was my dad's Lexus. I didn't believe
it. My dad was tearing up the road at like 120 mph risking
his life just to save me.
Unfortunately, Clyde wasn't about to stop. Instead, he
floored the pedal and we took off. We were going so fast
that I peed in my diaper. The pursuit continued, with sirens
flashing all the way. I could see a helicopter up above and
realized that we were on the news. My heart was beating and
I couldn't think straight. A plan hit me at that point. I
was going to end this kidnapping business once and for all.
I looked at Karen, and she looked back at me
unknowingly. I glanced downward and she saw the aluminum bat
on the floor of the van. She kicked it over to me, and I
picked it up with my legs. Holding it between my feet, I hit
Clyde on his right side about as hard as I could. He slammed
on the brakes and pulled over. He steps up, he swings, and
its a home run for John Taylor!
We stopped so suddenly that the tape that bound us
broke and sent us tumbling forward. At first I was worried
that Clyde would beat my brains in, but he had other things
to worry about. The cops had finally caught up to him. He
walked out of the vehicle holding the bat in his hand. Karen
and I exited quickly through the passengers side door and
began to run towards the police when Clyde snatched us from
behind. The limousine stopped and William Dover emerged, a
smile on his face.
"Now let's do business," he said. "Either you all leave
right now or Clyde will beat their skulls in."
There were angry shouts form Nick and Terri and my
father, although neither of them would risk our lives to
take on Dover. Clyde stood rock solid, a firm grip on both
of us, bat in hand. If there was one thing I learned by
attending public school, its to fight dirty. I elbowed Clyde
to the stomach, turned and gave him a good knee to the
crotch. He grunted in pain, then Karen kicked him in the
shins. At last his grip was free and we began to run.
Bang! Dover had pulled out a gun and fired it into the
air. "Not another step," he warned. The police all had their
guns out, and so did Mr. Andrews. "Get out of here, all of
you," the old man commanded. I watched as my dad stepped
back into his Lexus. It look like he was about to give in.
"Good, now the rest of you." The police began to pull away
and Andrews headed for his vehicle.
Terri and nick remained on the scene. "I'm warning you
to leave, child," he said to Terri. "You and your greaseball
husband had better get out of here right now."
"I've had enough of this," said Nick. "Me and you right
"Do you think I would risk my own neck? No, but if it
makes you happy, your welcome to take a chance with Clyde."
Clyde nodded approvingly and the two of them squared off.
Clyde was about 6'3" and 250 lbs. Of muscle. Nick was 5'11"
and around 185. Not bad, but he didn't stand a chance. Nick
threw a right hook to Clyde's face, and Clyde didn't even
flinch. He just absorbed the blow and stood. Nick punched
again and again, and still nothing.
"Had enough?" Clyde asked.
"It ain't over yet," replied Nick. Everyone was
watching at full attention as they continued to fight. Clyde
finally began to fight back, hitting Nick hard to the gut,
and even harder, probably breaking a rib. Nick staggered, as
if he were about to fall, then turned and punched Clyde
right in the eye.
There was another painful grunt as Clyde reached for
the bat. Nick didn't waste time and punched him in the other
eye, and then in the jaw. There was now a mark on Clyde's
face about the size and shape of a wedding ring. He fell
back against the van and slouched down, a beaten man. There
was a lot of cheering going on, but it all stopped as Dover
fired into the air again.
"That's enough!" shouted Aubrey from within the
limousine. He shoved his father forward. This gave enough
time for Andrews to draw his gun and aim it at Dover. Dover
on the other hand, aimed his gun back at me. "I believe my
last warning was sufficient, now it's time to pay." I stood
there paralyzed with fear and unable to move. He was really
going to shoot me!
Bang! I turned around and saw Dover fall back against
the limousine. I looked at Andrews, and he looked equally as
confused. The police hadn't fired either. I then looked in
the direction of my parents and saw my father holding a
hunting rifle in his hands. My father who used violence
about as much as people watch professional bowling on TV. My
father who was a gray-haired man of 50 who wore glasses and
quietly made millions with his brain and his pen. My father,
who up until now I had never truly known.
After that one moment of awe, the situation began to
explode. Dover, who had suffered a gunshot wound to the arm
was hauled away in an ambulance. The police began to
establish a perimeter. They arrested Clyde, and also brought
Aubrey in for questioning. They also questioned my father.
"Where did you get the gun?"
"I bought it for hunting," he said. "I have a license."
"Never figured a guy like you would need one."
"They say hunting's a rich man's sport," he answered.
"I'm not a rich man, just a man who has made the most of
"Well, you'll have to answer a few questions, but
nothing right now. I'm sure you want to see your son."
"Damn right," he answered. I walked over to him and he
gave me a hug. My mom was even more anxious and gave me an
even bigger hug and kept asking me if I was OK. Even though
this was on TV, it wasn't embarrassing. Who was going to
make fun of a kid who was able to escape a guy like Clyde.
As my mom hugged me, she felt the bulge in my bottom. I
became a bit scared and was about to explain when she
quieted me and said that it was OK. I waved good bye to
Karen, Nick, and Terri and hoped that I could see them
The car ride home was silent. When we got home,
however, my dad held a family meeting regarding my recent
kidnapping and return. "I don't want to get into specifics,
but I need to know, are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm fine," I answered. I was a bit shaken up, but
physically I felt OK.
"Could you explain everything that happened, if it
doesn't upset you too much?"
"Sure." I told them the whole entire story, starting
from Friday and ending with the shoot out.
"So they treated you like a baby?"
"Yeah. But, umm, actually, I kind of like it."
"If it makes you happy, would you like to be treated
like that from now on?"
My eyes lit up and I jumped at the opportunity. "Yes,"
"OK," replied my dad. "We'll talk more about that
later, but lets go out for dinner first."
The four of us went out for dinner, not to a fancy
restaurant but to a diner. It was as if dad had read my mind
somehow. After dinner, we drove to a convenience store and
my mom pickled up a package of Attends, baby powder, wipes
and a pacifier. When we got home, my mom changed me into a
"Are you angry with me?" I asked her.
"For this? No, of course not. nor am I angry that you
were kidnapped. It's not your fault. I'm not really angry
with you over much, and you make me proud with just about
everything you do."
"Really. My way of telling you that your doing a good
job is by not complaining. If I don't say so it doesn't mean
I don't love you. Besides, I'm glad to have my little boy
back." I blushed at this as she taped up my diaper.
My dad was in his office having himself a drink. I
walked in and sat down. "I'm sorry," I said. He knew what I
"Me too. But enough apologizing, let em tell you
something. My dad was poor and came from a poor family. I
had to work hard to get hear. All of this work has made me
rich, but it has also made me blind. It's made me lose track
of everything except for money. While you were gone, I began
to open my eyes. Even though I always deny it, I am pretty
rich, so why don't we enjoy it?"
"You mean it?"
"Yup. I can do most of my work at home now, and I have
enough associates so that they can handle most of it. I
trust them. In the meantime, I get to spend more time with
you and Jane. No more pretending, no more doing things for
the sake of appearances. If there's something you want, just
"Well, there is this one thing. Dover's son Aubrey."
"Nice guy, I met him. Nothing like the old man."
"Well, could you make sure he doesn't go to jail. He
didn't really do anything wrong, he was just following his
"The 10 Commandments say thou shalt honor thy father
and thy mother. Now I happen to know William Dover isn't
nice and is probably worse as a father yet that kid sticks
by him. If however he is willing to testify against his dad,
then he won't serve any time."
"I have a feeling he might."
"Yeah, Nick and Terri."
"They are off the hook."
"That girl you were with. Well, congratulations to her
for finding you. She's back with her aunt and uncle. I'm
sure we can arrange a visit soon to congratulate her if
"It's something else."
"In love son?"
"I think I am. At least nobody will think I am gay."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with being gay, but I
never thought you were. It just took some time to find
somebody you liked. Girls can be tricky though, so take your
"Thanks for the advice. Good night dad."
"Good night son."
I walked up to my room and found Jane there. I dreaded
what was going to happen next.
"So, you're wearing diapers now?"
"That's OK. I'm sorry I always make fun of you and I'm
always being a brat. I really missed you while you were
gone. Besides, it must be pretty cool to be kidnapped."
"Yes it is, but I wouldn't try it if I were you."
"Don't worry, I won't tease you about your diapers.
Good night, Johnny."
"Good night Jane." She left my room and I got into bed.
I found myself unable to fall asleep. Eventually, my mom
came in and tucked me in. She put a pacifier in my mouth and
gently touched my hair.
"Good night," she said. I was asleep shortly after
that. Safe and home at last.
Although I returned physically, in a way I never came
back. Before that fateful Friday, I was an ignored kids with
way to much responsibility in his hands. At the Regression
Institute, I was a helpless infant, unable to do anything.
What I found with Nick and Terri was a happy medium: life as
a little boy. It was this life that I continued.
I wore diapers all the time. I would wear an ultra
absorbent disposable to school, and was changed by the nurse
at lunch time. People looked at me differently in school. I
was no longer just an image of my father, I was my own
person. And this own person made second honor roll with a B
average and was the left fielder on the school softball
After school, I walked home with James and Gary. They
asked em questions from my kidnapping form time to time and
about my diaper wearing as well. Both thought it was kind of
cool but said nothing more to that effect.
When I got home, Jane changed my diaper. I wore about 4
cloth diapers pinned together and covered with plastic pants
when I was at home. Jane occasionally made jokes about it,
but did nothing to hurt my feelings. She changed my diapers
most of the time, and we finally established a truce to the
On weekends, I spent some time with my family. We did a
bunch of things together like miniature golf and I always
had a pretty good time. After a few weekends of settling
into this life, I got a call from Terri. She wanted to know
if I could stay with them for that weekend. My parents
agreed and I visited them.
They happily received me and we talked for a little bit
before they announced they had not one, but two surprises
for me. "One at a time," I said.
"OK, go down the hall and to your right." I followed
tease instructions and opened the door to the room to find
"Surprise," she said.
"Hi," I answered. "So, how are you?"
"Well, not too great. My aunt and uncle got really mad
at me for having gotten myself into this mess and they
punished me a lot and I was really upset. Then Nick and
Terri talked to them and arranged to have me live with them.
And they are really nice to me. It's been really good so
far, except I got a letter from LA saying that my sister
"Sorry to hear that."
"Me too, but she stopped being my sister the minute she
left. So, how's your life?"
"Great. I made second honor roll and the school
softball team and my parents let me wear diapers now and
treat me like a little kid sometimes."
"Wow. So you have a girlfriend yet?"
"Do you still like me?"
"OK, so were a couple now?"
"I hope so."
"That's good because I would feel right doing this."
She put her hand around me, and I put my hand around her and
we kissed. She put her hand down my pants and checked my
diaper. "Your wet," she said.
"These can hold a lot," I replied.
"What's the other surprise?" I asked Terri.
"I'm pregnant," she answered.
"That's great," I replied.
We had a lot of fun that weekend. We went to the mall
and to a video arcade and to see a movie. We also went to
the park and I saw the same kids at the sandlot for their
"Damn it we're still down a player!"
"Not anymore your not," I answered.
"Welcome back John," answered Kenny.
"I know who you are, I read the paper," said Abraham.
"And it's a known fact that rich kids suck at baseball."
"Who said I was rich," I answered. "And if you read the
paper so much then maybe you would have found out that I
made my school's softball team."
"Pretty sorry school," he muttered.
We walked all over Abraham's team. Kenny had 5 RBI's
and a homer and I got a stolen base and 4 RBI's. Even Kyle
managed an RBI, all while holding to a shutout.
"Guess what," Kyle said to me. "I got put back in
diapers. My mom got tired of me having accidents and I told
her I wanted to wear them and she let me. Kenny teases me
but its still great."
"Good for you," I said.
The rest of the weekend was as good as the first part
even though we stayed home. I played video games and worked
on puzzles, and drank from a bottle. On Saturday night, Nick
and Terri allowed Karen and I to share a bed. They reminded
us that we were far to young to think about sleeping
together (teen pregnancy is a big problem in the world), but
being that I was thickly diapered there was nothing to worry
Karen and I moved close to one another. She stuck her
hands in my diaper and began to rub me slowly until I came.
We kissed each other on the mouth for what seemed like
forever, and we shared a state of both physical and
I made many return visits on weekends to the town of
Ridgewater. I had a second set of parents there, as well as
a few friends to play softball with and a girlfriend. It was
my second home, and thanks to my dad's efforts, it was a
well organized pleasant town that had yet to attract a bad
element or a big business.
Over the summer, my parents decided to go out for the
evening and let Jane and I invite a few friends over and
have a sleepover. While they reminded us of the rules
constantly, we both knew that ultimately we would be alone
and free to do whatever we want, even if it meant paying a
"So, who are you inviting?" asked Jane.
"James and Gary."
"James is OK, but that fat kid Gary is really weird."
"Hey shut up about my friends. Gary is weird, but he's
still my friend. Who are you inviting?"
"Jenny and Diane."
"Don't baby me to much in front of them."
"Now would I do that?" asked my sister with a wicked
smile. I set aside my worries for later and waited as my
friends arrived. James showed up first.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked.
"Nothing much. Not yet at least."
"What you have planned?"
"Watch some movies, play some games, then watch
Saturday Night Live. I've never seen it before."
"Why, your parents won't let you stay up late?"
"No, I have to be in bed by time."
"Well, get this. My sister invited her friends over
"Oh god, not Jenny!" My sister's best friend and my
best friend had a history of not exactly getting along. "I
hate that little loudmouth bitch."
"I'm sure she thinks the same of you. Just try not to
"Jane also invited Diane."
"Oh really? Well, she's OK. She doesn't get on my
nerves like Jenny. And she looks pretty good for a 10 year
"First of all, don't even think about it and secondly
don't you already have a girlfriend?"
"Nah, we broke up."
"Sorry to hear."
"Here comes Gary."
We updated Gary on the situation and was agreeable to
my plans. As my parents hadn't left yet and there wasn't
much to do, we just stayed clear of Jane's friends and hung
out in my room and talked. Somehow, the subject of diapers
"Hey, you still wear them," said Gary. He noted the
package of diapers and the changing pad near my bed.
"Yup," I said.
"What's it like to wear them?" he asked.
"What kind of question is that?" asked James.
"Shut up, I'm asking a question here," Gary returned.
"Well, it feels really good. Their really comfortable
and soft and you feel safer wearing them."
"Cool," replied Gary. "I want to try one."
"Are you nuts?" asked James. "Why would you want to
"Same reason John does, it feels good."
"Look, Gary, if you get caught wearing one, your mom
might find out and you could get put back in diapers for
ever," I warned.
"How did you find that out?" asked James.
"It happened in a story."
"You mean they make stories on this stuff?" asked Gary
"Yeah, you'd be surprised," I said. I showed them a
diaper story I got from the Internet about a kid who is bad
and forced into diapers my his mother and sister and ends up
enjoying them and wears them for the rest of his life. James
and Gary read eagerly.
"Man, if I was that kid, I'd just give up wanting to
wear diapers," said James.
"I wouldn't," said Gary.
"Me neither," I said.
We stopped talking and could hear my sister and her
friends making a lot of noise. Luckily, they hadn't been
eavesdropping. "Quite down!" I said.
"Make us," replied Jenny tauntingly
"Maybe later," I answered.
"Why didn't you do something?" asked James. "Your
"I've got good reasons that I'd rather not share," I
said. "Besides, I think we can have a little pillow fight
after dinner, that'd shut them up."
"What's for dinner?" asked Gary.
"My parents ordered a pizza, should be here soon," I
said. No sooner had I finished saying this then the doorbell
rang. I walked downstairs and answered the doorbell. The
pizza man looked at me oddly, but said nothing as I swapped
cash for the pizza.
We all dug into the pizza and finished it off really
quickly. We also had a lot of soda to drink. "Chill with the
soda" James warned.
"Don't worry about it," I replied knowingly.
After dinner, the girls returned to their chatting and
gossiping and we returned to our slightly more upscale
"I think Todd Green is better then Todd Hundley," said
"No way," replied James. "Hundely's had 40 home runs."
"So? I'm sure Greene would too if he was healthy enough
to play a whole year," I said defending the starting catcher
on my much loved Anaheim Angels.
"The Angels are garbage," James continued. "I bet
they'd offer em millions to play for them, and I'm only a
kid. That's how sorry they are."
"James, shut up," said Gary.
"Quiet down, and remember the plan," I said.
"What plan?" asked James. I told them of my plan, and
they thought it was excellent. I knew an argument was bound
to break out between me and my sister only this time I
wouldn't be on the losing end.
We played some computer games (decent ones this time)
for awhile, and in the middle of playing, I pooped in my
diapers. I also looked at my watch and realized that the
inevitable would have to happen soon enough.
Jane and her friends walked past, and in an obnoxious
and obvious tone she blurted out," I have to go change my
brother's diapers now."
All of her friends burst into laughter, and so did
mine. I did my best not to get angry, and remembered that I
would have revenge soon enough. "Well, let's get going,
diaper boy," she said. "Or do I have to give you a
I silently got up and walked to my room. Jane ordered
me to lay down on the changing pad, and when I did she told
her friends to grab my arms so I couldn't get away.
"Stick around and watch what we do to bad boys," she
said to James.
They shoved a pacifier in my mouth and unpinned my
diapers. "He really smells," commented Jenny.
"Well, I'm used to it," said Jane.
They wiped me powdered me and put on my thick nighttime
diapers (which were about 5 to 6 layers of cloth). "OK,
which one of you is next?" she said to James and Gary.
"What the hell?" asked James. I knew my sister would
try to diaper my friends as well merely because she liked to
feel in charge, but they weren't going down without a fight.
"We're making you wear diapers too," said Jenny. "Now
come here or we'll have to get you." I saw Gary was
beginning to give into the temptation to just lie down and
be diapered, so I decided to put my plan into action. I
grabbed a pillow and handed one to James and Gary as well.
We began to hit the girls endlessly with pillows and
they whined and complained but didn't have enough sense to
grab some pillows and fight back. In the midst of the
assault, Gary accidentally hit James, and James responded by
hitting Gary back rather hard. Gary fell tripped and fell to
the floor. In the meantime, Jenny grabbed the pillow he was
using and began to wreak havoc on James. "OK, enough
already!" I shouted after she had hit him more then enough
times. We were all laughing hysterically at ourselves and
"You are going to pay for that," said Jenny. "Now,
"Me," said Gary, admitting defeat. He climbed on the
changing pad, and the girls grabbed him and diapered him up.
James tried to back away, but couldn't take on all
three of them at once. They had to hold him down as he kept
on squirming, and it took some time to get him into diapers.
To make sure he wouldn't take them off, they used locking
pins and hid his and Gary's pants. "Was this apt of your
plan too?" asked James.
"Sorry," I said.
"Actually, it's not your problem, John. It's Gary's."
"Hey, you didn't have to hit me back!"
"Enough of this, let's watch some movies," I suggested.
The three of us sat down and watched "Scream 2." It was
pretty scary, and I wet myself on several occasions just
watching the killer emerge form the background and slay his
"Aren't you going to watch?" I asked Jane.
"No, we have some stuff to take care of," she said.
"Could you takes these off," asked Gary. "I have to
"We aren't taking them off, so just go," she said.
"Told you about the soda," said James.
After the movie I walked to the kitchen to get
something to drink. "Here, take this," Jane said, handing me
"I know you want it, now take it. Your wearing diapers
and you should drink from a bottle as well." She was indeed
correct in guessing that I had wanted to drink from a bottle
again, so I took it without protesting and finished it. We
stayed up to watch Saturday Night Live (which was pretty
funny) then went up to go to sleep. My parents would be home
I walked into my room and was very surprised to find an
adult sized crib there. "Where did this come from?" I asked.
"Mom got it for you," explained Jane. "She wasn't sure
if you wanted it or not. Now, you don't have a choice. The
tree of you diaper boys are sleeping in a crib tonight."
"Mom is going to be pissed when she found out what
you've done," I said.
"No she won't. I just proved that I know how to take
care of immature brats like you."
I couldn't really argue this point, but James, Gary and
I did protest quite heavily as we were herded into the crib
and the top was locked.
"This sucks," complained James.
"Its not so bad," I said.
Suddenly, there was a muffled farting sound and a foul
smell began to fill the room. "Gary, did you poop in your
diapers?" asked James.
"Yeah, and I didn't even know I had to go," he said.
"Looks like I might need diapers."
"Welcome to the club," I said.
"If I piss, would this leak?" asked James.
"No. That's a lot of diapers your wearing. You could
piss like a gallon before it leaked."
"Let's find out," he said, and wet his diaper. He then
checked the front of it and said, "wow, still dry."
I tried to get some sleep, but the crib kept on shaking
a bit. I suspected the reason was that James decided to bide
his time in captivity by jerking off.
"I'm trying to sleep," I said.
"My bad," he replied.
Just then, Jane and her friends rushed into the room.
"You've made enough noise for one night!" They grabbed our
hands and feet and tied them to the crib as well as gagging
us all with pacifiers. It finally occurred to me that I had
been kidnapped yet again. This time within my own house by a
bunch of bratty 10 year olds. I suspected I carried some
kind of a curse or something.
After that one sleep-over, Gary was put back into
diapers my his parent and wore them until he was 15 or 16.
James never told me he wore them, but I noticed a bulge
around his waist some days and that was sign enough for me.
The three of us stayed friends throughout high school and
met Aaron, Rodney, Wendy and Seth. They all wore diapers too
and we formed a secret diaper society of some sort. We
created a web page and wrote stories and took pictures. It
became one of the foremost TB sites on the net.
I went on to attend Berkley along with Karen, and
majored in business management. Although I swore I'd never
turn out like my father, I hadn't realized exactly who my
father was and what he did. Now that I knew, I wanted to be
exactly like him.
I was kidnapped another time in college as a prank by a
fraternity. They demanded I help them graduate or else. I
took the or else, and they paddled my ass all night before
putting me into thick unremovable diapers. The joke was on
them, as I graduated and they didn't.
When I was in my mid-20's, I got married to Karen and
took over my dad's business. Karen, Jane and I all ran it,
and I added Aubrey Dover as a consultant. He had made a
great deal of money since his father had died in jail
(ironically while reading the Wall Street journal, he
suffered a heart attack)., and most of his profits went
I am 29 now. I work out of my home managing my dad's
real estate company as well as a few other things. I have
also appeared in TV commercials and am part of a California
baseball league along with my friend Kenny, and Jake Anella
(son of Terri and Nick). I also have a few wring projects
going. There are a few essays that I have done, as well as
my diaper stories which nobody knows about, and there is
this, my autobiography. I still wear diapers full time and
Karen still changes me and takes care of me. With our first
child on the way, she'll soon have two babies to take care
of. I'm uncertain what the future holds, but I have a
dreadful feeling that I might be kidnapped yet again. So,
readers: watch your back and know your friends because you
never know when it'll happen to you. It's not always a bad
thing, of course.