Phone A Mommy

This is a mix of reality and Wild Fantasy, hope you enjoy

New Story: The Girl Next Door’s New Job.

When I was five years old a new family moved in next store to us. My mom and I were excited because it was an older neighbor hood and there weren’t any kids my age and they had two children.

Tim was my age and we got along great. He was what they called a surprise baby because his older sister was 18 and that is a big space to have between children. His parents were much older than my mom, who was never married, but they got along very well also. And then there was Caroline…

Tim’s older sister was so beautiful, she took my breath away every time I saw her. She was very tall and had blond hair and crystal blue eyes. She was like Tim’s other mom and was only 6 years younger than my mom.

Caroline would baby sit the two of us pretty often until she finished school. Then she got a job at a paper plant near by. She started in the office just answering phones but the executives there must have thought she was special, because she got promoted right away. This company was developing a larger diaper for bedwetters and incontinent children and Caroline was on the development team.

From what I understand, she wanted her brother to try out the new diapers, as research, but he didn’t want to and his dad said she couldn’t make him do it. Then she came over to talk with my mom. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live. It was mid July and all the fun of summer vacation was in full swing. Made even better because I now had a friend to hang out and do stuff with.

Tim and I had just finished plans to build a tree fort and we decided to each go home and have lunch. We were gonna meet back in the woods to start work after lunch. When I walked into the kitchen, it wasn’t a surprise to see Caroline sitting with my mother. They often talked together, it’s just that it was the middle of a work day and didn’t think Caroline ever came home for lunch, let alone my home. It was nice to see her just the same. The turned and looked at me and they were both smiling funny, like the cat who ate the canary. I was having a hard time finding my voice, as I always did around Caroline when my mother said, “Let me handle this,” with a wink at Caroline.

“Honey,” she said to me, “how would you like to do something very important for Caroline?” I stammered a bit and was able to get out, “Um, uh, well sure, anything.” Of course I didn’t really mean anything, as just what that entailed was the last thing I would ever want to do as I found out right then.

She went on, “Caroline has a special project at work that she needs your help with.” I interrupted, “You want me to go to work with you!” my excitement over riding my shyness. Caroline jumped in at this point, “Well no cutie,” she called me cutie, “you and I can work right here at your house together. We can spend the whole week together, day and night, would you like that?” I felt my cheeks blush bright red and all I could do is nod sheepishly. “Terrific, shall we get started?” she asked and again I nodded.

She got up from the table and took me by the hand. I felt a warm glow all over as I blushed from head to toe. She was leading my towards my mom’s room and I was awash in thoughts of just what it could be that I could do to help the most beautiful girl I knew. My mother said she would have lunch ready when we got back and down the hall we went. In my mothers room, laid out on the bed was a diaper. It looked just like a baby diaper but it was big. Much bigger than I thought a baby diaper should be. I looked at it with curiosity and tried to put together what it was I was needed for. If she needed to know that it was too big for a baby, then this job would be easy.

Caroline had me sit down on my mom’s bed and she knelt down in front of me. She looked me right in the eyes and said, “You sure are a brave boy. I wanted Tim to help me be he was too afraid.” Well, that did it, I knew I could be very brave for Caroline. “I’m not afraid of anything,” I said in false bravado. As I said that, Caroline started to untie my sneakers. I was captivated by her and never even thought to question why. She took my sneakers off and then asked me to stand up. I did and she started to grab the waist band of my shorts. Suddenly in a panic, as I knew girls weren’t supposed to see your underwear, I grabbed at her hands and stopped her.

She smiled at me and moved very close to me. She smelled wonderful. “Listen cutie pie,” she called me cutie pie, “I need you to wear these diapers for me so we can see how they fit.” My eyes must have gone big as saucers because she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh. “It’s okay sweety, I know you are big boy, but we need to know if this new product will do the job and I really need your help.” How could I refuse this beautiful girl’s plea. I slowly release my grip on her hands and she smiled even bigger. She had such an amazing smile. She lowered both my shorts and my underwear at the same time. I was ashamed at the condition of my underwear suddenly and wanted to cry. Again she soothed me with that warm, gentle smile and set my stained underwear off to the side. She lifted me up on to the diaper she had laid out. She lifted me again by my ankles to better position the diaper and spread my legs apart. I started to cover myself and she just said, “Don’t be silly, I used to change Timmy’s diapers.” She pulled the thick, crinkly diaper up between my legs and splayed it our across the lower part of my tummy. She opened the tape on the right side and carefully fastened it to the front of the diaper. Then she repeated the process on the left making the diaper fit very snug. I had my eyes closed through the whole operation and my cheeks burned.

“What a brave guy you are,” she said though I didn’t at all feel brave. She stood me up on the bed and checked over the whole diaper to make sure it was snug all the way around. “What an incredibly cutie you are,” she admired and suddenly being cute was not so much fun. She had me step back into my shorts and pulled them up over the diaper. They did nothing to conceal the diaper beneath as it stuck out of both the top and at the back of the leg holes. She sat me down again on the bed and put my shoes back on me. The funny thing is that when I wasn’t in a diaper, I didn’t give a thought to her taking my shoes off, but now, well I felt silly having her put my shoes on me like a,… well like a baby.
“So, are you ready for some lunch cutie?” she asked tousling my hair. I finally found my voice and said, “Um, yeah, are you uh, are you gonna take it off now?” She knelt down again took my face in her hands, “Oh sweety, I need you to use them all week so we know if they work,…” I stammered, cutting her off, “You mean I gotta go potty in my PANTS?!?!?” almost shouting the last word. “No honey, you’re a big brave boy, you aren’t going in your pants, not really. You are going in the diaper, just to test them out because you are such a good, brave boy,… for me.” Again with that almost pouty pleading look. I caved. “Ok,” I said hanging my head. I got up and Caroline swatted me on my diapered butt saying, “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.”

Back in the kitchen, my mother started to say something like, “Oh, how adorable…” but Caroline must have given her a signal and she just said, “Hmmm, can’t even tell,” with that same smile she uses to say, “This shot won’t hurt a bit.”

I ate lunch with out saying a word. All I could think of was, ‘Timmy, you rat, this should have been you.’ Caroline and my mom talked about everything but my predicament. I started to squirm a bit as I started to feel the need to pee and I usually wait until I finish lunch before I go. They noticed my squirming too, but carefully said nothing. I finished my sandwich and my milk and then asked to be excused. “Where are you going?” my mother asked and I said I was gonna go potty when it dawned on me that, though I was gonna go, I wasn’t gonna be leaving. They must have both recognized that I figured it out by the hangdog look on my face and Caroline only said, “Just let me know when you are finished, OK honey?” I nodded and they went back to talking and purposefully not looking at me.

I had only been potty trained for a couple of years and accidents were not unheard of. I had more trouble not peeing than just letting go as soon as the feeling struck, however just now, I was fighting it. I just didn’t want to let go, in front of Caroline like this. It was futile and the first spurts leapt out a moment later, and nothing strengthens a stream like a warm wet feeling down there. In no time my bladder was empty. Reading my body language, my mom winked at Caroline and she said, “All set kiddo?” I nodded and she again took my hand and led me back down the hall, only this time she took me to my room.

On the floor next to my bed were several large clear plastic bags full of the big kid diapers. In addition there were bags full of what looked like more bags. Caroline had me sit on the bed while she retrieved another diaper and one of the small bags from the bigger bags. It was a zip lock bag and there was a white opaque area on it for writing on. She filled out some information on the bag and set it aside. She pulled my shorts down to my ankles and had me lie back. She pulled off the tapes at the same time and balled the diaper up between my legs. She pulled some baby wipes from a tub on my bedside table that had not been there this morning and started to gentle clean me, front and back, aided by lifting me. She put a new diaper under me and taped it snuggly in place before putting the wet diaper in the small zip lock bag. She looked down at me, with my shorts at my ankles, diaper in place and just smiled. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she said.

I didn’t know what to say. I really like being with Caroline and all the attention was great, but I didn’t want her to think I liked wearing diapers. And what was Tim gonna say? I decided to be honest and just said, “Not sooo bad.” “That’s my good boy. Now we need to test these out a bit so this afternoon, I need you drink a lot. You can have anything, soda, juice, water, you name it.”

I remembered that I was supposed to meet Tim at the spot for our tree fort, “Can I bring some soda for Tim too, we’re building a fort.” “Not today honey, I asked my mother to take Tim shopping this afternoon so we could work together, and speaking of which, do mind if we just leave the shorts off for now, it would be a big help?” even now, all grown up, I still have trouble saying no to pretty blonds. She pulled the shorts off and threw them in the hamper.

We re-joined my mom in the living room where she had a big glass of Coke pour over ice for me, with a straw! She saw me as I toddled in to the room in just a t-shirt my big diaper and sneakers on and she couldn’t help herself, “Oh my precious baby looks soooo cute!” Turning red I just said, “Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ommmmmmmmm!” and sat down to start on my soda. They both just chuckled and Started to talk again as looked for something on TV.

They discussed me like I wasn’t there, a habit adults have. I became a little uncomfortable as the discussion made it’s way to my bowel habits. Caroline was pretty blunt about it as she asked my mom, “How often does he poop.” I blazed red as my mom said, “He usually poops late in the afternoon and again in the morning, although he didn’t this morning so I expect he will anytime this afternoon.”

I wasn’t sure how she knew when I had my bowel movements, but I figured it was a mom thing. She was right anyway, I hadn’t gone since yesterday and it hit me again. I was going to have to poop in my diaper and probably right in front of Caroline and just when I thought this couldn’t get any worse. I wondered to myself if I could just not go for a while. I have gone a couple of days with out going but, unfortunately those times ended with an enema, and I hate those worse than anything. They were talking and had gotten up and I wasn’t paying any attention when I realized they were heading for the door. I asked where they were going and my mom said she was going shopping and Caroline would baby sit this afternoon. She hugged me and left and I went back to the TV. I was half way through my second Coke when I had to pee again. I started to squirm and Caroline asked if I had to go? I nodded and she asked if it was number one or number two. I told her right now I just have to pee.

She asked me to stand up in front of her. She put her hand on my diaper, one in front and one in back and said I should let it out. I started to pee and she just held me like that until I told her I was finished, then she wrote in a journal and told me to watch TV. After the second Coke was finished she switched me to Grape juice as I started to get a little fidgety from the caffeine. Unfortunately as I got a little rambunctious, I spilled grape juice on the carpet. Caroline was very nice about it, but said that she had an idea so I would spill any more. She ran next door to her house and came back with a baby bottle. She filled it with juice and asked me to get on her lap. I crawled on to her lap and she cradled me and put the bottle to my lips. She beamed down at me as I started to drink and I felt better about it then. I started to calm down after a while and I needed to pee again. I told Caroline and she again had me stand in front of her and she felt my diaper as I wet. When I finished she said, “I think that is about it for this diaper, let me write down some things and then I will change you again.”

In my room she again used a baby wipe on me front and back but before she re-diapered she said, “Sometimes it’s easier to poor if we can stimulate things, so hold still.” She took another baby wipe and pushed it up my hole and wiggled it around a little. After pulling it out she quickly diapered me. I started to feel some cramping and things started to move. She stood me up in front of where she sat at the edge of the bed and cupped my little butt. I almost doubled over as I pushed a huge log into my diaper. She pulled me into her arms and held me as I panted from the effort. She patted my behind and said, “That’s my baby boy, that’s my good baby boy.” When I was finished she said, “Let’s have a look at you.”

She turned me around and patted the big bulge in the back of the diaper. She felt the front noticing that I peed a little bit as well. Then she did the strangest thing. She got another pair of shorts out of my drawer and held them out for me to step into them. “Wha,…” She cut me off, “We need to see how they hold up when they are dirty. Let’s just put some shorts back on you and we can go out and play.” Resigned to go along I did as she asked and she pulled the shorts up over my bulging diaper. As we went out to my back yard to play my waddling was even more pronounce. It made her laugh and I started to get a little crabby. I had a sand box in my back yard and I had a little trouble sitting down in it when Caroline kind of pushed me back into a sitting position so that I plopped down on the load in my diaper. The look on my face made her laugh again and threw some sand at her. The next thing I knew I was over her lap, face down and she was smacking my diapered butt.

It wasn’t hard and probably wouldn’t have hurt if it was hard but it was surprising. I started to cry. She brought me back to my feet and took my chin in her hand and said, “That was just a warning to behave little boy, I appreciate your help but you aren’t allowed to be a naughty boy, just a diaper boy.” I said I was sorry and I would behave. She said that it was good for the research anyway to see if the diapers stand up to a spanking and we were all good again. I stopped crying and soon forgot all about my dirty diaper and was just playing along.

After a while Caroline asked if I wanted to go get some ice cream. I jumped in her arms and said, “Oh, ya!” She picked me up and carried me on her hip with one hand supporting my bulging behind. But instead of going in the house first to change me she just walked around it and on down the street. I didn’t say anything but was very scared of what people would say. I just buried my face in her hair hoped there wouldn’t be anyone down at the ice cream stand in the middle of a hot summer afternoon.

There really were no kids near my age in my neighborhood so there was no danger of that. The place was crowded with teenagers and only the girls took any notice of me. I received a few ”Oh what a cutie!” in baby talk, but when they got close to me they all backed off quickly, scrunching up their noses. We sat at one of the picnic tables in front of the stand and ate our ice cream cones. One of the girls working there came out on her break and joined us. She was Caroline’s best friend Terri.

“So this is your project, where did you find the little pooper?” she said laughing and I scowled. “Oh gawd he is such a cutie!” she continue, “does he have load in his pants right now?” Caroline smiled and nodded. Terri said, “Better you than me, but then again, you do make four times what I do. I guess that’s worth dealing with Mr. Stinkypants here.” I was about to throw the rest of my ice cream cone at her when Caroline said, “He’s a little sensitive about it so maybe you could ease off.” She apologized and then headed back in to work.

Caroline asked if I could walk back and I said I could. She held my hand as I waddle back to my house. We went inside and Caroline lifted me up on the table to do a “diaper check” as she called it. She pulled my shorts down to my ankles and poked and prodded the diaper. I realized that at some point I had wet it again and didn’t even notice. She checked over the tapes to see how they were holding, she poked at the bulge in the seat to see how the padding stayed together and wrote it all down. “I can change you in another hour,” she told me and pulled my shorts back up.