True Stories

Chapter One - In the beginning

Hi, my name is Baby Billy. This is the story of my life when I was young. It is a true story of how I became the baby I am today. This is the first part of a series of short stories about what has happened in my life. There are secrets I never told anyone in these pages. I changed the names of the people to save their reputations. I am going to start this story from the first recollection I have ever had about wanting to be a baby.

I've wanted to be a baby for as long as I can remember. I was four years old the first time I can remember being caught wearing diapers and plastic pants. I had put on one of my younger sisters; she was two at the time, diapers and plastic pants under my coveralls. Our family had a large garden and I was helping pull weeds when my Grandmother saw I was wearing diapers and told me to go in the house and take them off because I didn't need to wear them, they were for babies. I went in and my mother took the diapers off and spanked me. I think she spanked me because I had wet them more than because I was wearing them. I got a long lecture on being a big boy. This pattern of behavior would continue through out my life. My parents where strict with the discipline which meant many spankings. One little thing and you got a beating, and it was usually a very hard and long ordeal. I would see my brother and sister and they where babies and not getting the beatings I got. I wanted so much to be a baby so the beatings would go away.

When I was five I would sneak my baby brother's diapers and wear them with his baby pants over them. I would wear them to bed and would wear my sister's baby bonnet. By now my sister was taller than I was. My brother was the same height I was and people always where asking if we were twins. I wished I were. I loved being a baby and would dream I was so little. I would lay awake at night and dream I was so small everyone loved me. I was very small for my age and my mom and dad gave in to me wearing diapers and using a bottle. My mom said I was too insecure because of my size. I carried a blanket with me everywhere and would play baby as often as I could. I have a picture of me wearing my bonnet at five taken with a black and white box camera. One of the only pictures taken of me when I was young. My mother would diaper both my brother and I. She would take the time to put lotion on and powder our little bottoms real nice. It was so soft and gentle to have that bulky diaper put between you legs and pinned in place. She would always talk baby talk to us and I used to close my eyes and dream I was a baby.

My parent's thought I needed to be educated real young and so I spent most of my early childhood studying. I started reading when I was two and pushed all the time. We had no other kids my age around where I lived so I was inside most of the time. I was so small I had a hard time playing what other kids my age played. I could read textbooks and understand them when I was four. I could do algebra when I was five. I was not allowed to play until I had studied for three hours at home with my Mom watching and asking questions every day except for Sunday. Sunday was for going to church and resting. I liked Sunday because I got to take a nap with my diapers on and my mom would give me a bottle along with my baby brother and sister. My dad would just shake his head and stomp off to take a nap also. My brother was two, my sister three and I was five. My brother was as tall as I was. Or I should say I was as small as my baby brother was.

I use to look forward to being babied. Then something awful happened. My brother was weaned off the bottle and my sister and I no longer got to have one either. I was devastated. They also took the diapers away and I was lost. I would use a towel as a diaper under my underpants. It wasn't the same but it was better than nothing.

I was getting ready to go to school for the first time and was looking forward to being a first grader. The three weeks before school started dragged on what seemed like forever but finally arrived after great anticipation. I got to go to the store with my mom and get new clothes for the first day of school. I was so excited because I had to wear the same cloths my baby brother was wearing. I got pencils, color crayons, paper and best of all they were all mine.

Chapter Two - School Starts

I started first grade when I was five and went to second grade within a two weeks after school started. I would wear my brother's old diapers to school sometimes and always was afraid I would get caught. I never did get caught at school while in the second grade. It was hard to hide my babyish ways because I wore pants with snaps in the legs. I was always afraid someone would notice my diaper threw the snapped pants. No one ever said anything because there were a couple other kids how wore diapers. We where just accepted in second grade.

I skipped the third grade and went into the fourth grade when I was six. I would get beat up a lot by the other fourth graders because I was so small. They made fun of me because I should have been a first grader and called me baby pants. I was very small for my age, which even made things worse. My brother was three years old and he was bigger than I was. I would have to wear his hand me downs and they where for a little baby boy. I didn't mind that because I really wanted to be a baby. I was still wearing pants with snaps in the legs and when I did wear a diaper some of the kids saw them and made fun of me. I wore toddler size clothes as they were the only ones small enough to fit my little frame. When I started school things at home changed and I was getting into trouble at home all the time.

Summer came and I was getting caught wearing diapers all the time. "Kids in school didn't wear diapers and have a bottle." Every time my parents would catch me wearing diapers I would get a beating. My dad used a fireplace poker to beat me with. Oh did it hurt. My dad was very strict and said big boys didn't wear diapers. That first summer he beat me so hard he broke my leg. He told the hospital and doctor I had fallen down the stairs. I think they knew better as I had welts and bruises every where on my body. I was kept at the hospital for four weeks. The doctor wanted me to be pretty much healed when I went home.

I was so small and they had put me in a crib. The first night I was there I wet the bed. The nurse told me if I wet the bed again she would put a diaper on me like a baby who wets their pants. Here I was in the hospital because my leg was broken from getting beat for wearing diapers. I drank two big glasses of water right away and wet the bed on purpose just a few hours later. The nurse heard my moving around and found me in a wet bed again. She came in a few minutes later and I was in diapers. I was so happy. I was just where I wanted to be.

I got an infection, which made me very weak. I got to where I could hardly sit up. Because I was dehydrating the doctor started giving me baby formula to keep nourishment. After a couple days after starting the formula I asked if I could have it in a bottle and the nurse looked at me funny and returned with a baby bottle of warm formula. Here I was in a crib being fed from a bottle and I was a baby at last. From that point on I was treated as if I was an infant. In many ways I was so sick I was an infant. I was the size of a two-year-old and so why not treat me like a two-year-old.

The doctor kept me in the hospital because I was so small and was having troubles with the fever. He wanted to monitor the fluids I took in and the infection had weakened me so much I was totally unable to do anything for myself. I was kept in diapers all the time and wet and pooped them so I would get to keep using them. To bad it didn't last but four weeks. I knew when I went home I wouldn't get to wear diapers anymore so I packed some of the diapers and plastic pants plus the bottle when I went home and hid them in my room. I was so excited to have my own diapers and plastic pants and not have to use my brothers.

To my surprise my mother kept me in diapers and fed me formula when I got home for a couple more weeks. The only difference was I was not in a crib like at the hospital. I had a youth bed I slept in. My brother was still using the crib. When I got better the diapers and bottle disappeared again. My mom also found the diapers, plastic pants and bottle I took from the hospital. I had lost them all.

It was so ironic the reason I went to the hospital is how I was treated for such a long time after the beating. That wasn't the last beating and I wasn't the only time I got hurt. I still wanted to wear diapers and when I did it was rewarded with a beating.

I then skipped the fifth grade and was put in sixth grade at seven years old. I was already ahead of my class then and got board really quick. I would dream about being a baby all the time. My mind was never on the class work because I had already finished everything in the books. I would pass every test with perfect scores and always did extra things to keep from being bored out of my mind. On the way home from school one day I found a baby bottle on the lawn of one of the houses. I picked it up and hid it immediately so no one would see what I had found. I was so excited that I ran all the way home as fast as I could go. Now I had diapers and a baby bottle. I could be a baby now. I would also wear my brothers footed pajamas and his clothes so I could be more like a baby.

Later that month we went to visit my aunt and uncle and their baby daughter. She was three and still sucked her thumb and used a pacifier at night. Everyone made such a big deal out of her sucking her thumb yet. I was having fun because she was bigger than I was and I had stole a dozen of her diapers from the ragbag. The last night we where there I stole her pacifier too. It had a yellow butterfly printed on it and I loved that pacifier. Now I was set. I had a good supply of diapers, plastic pants, a bottle and a pacifier. I also had a stuffed tiger I slept with. He would hold my bottle for me between his paws and head. I loved my tiger so much. I still have that pacifier after 43 years. It has petrified now but is still a treasure I keep dear to my heart.

I was eight and in Junior High School. I would wear diapers to school every time I would think I could get away with it. Many times in P. E. I would not get dressed for class because I was wearing diapers. I was so small I couldn't do the things the other boys were doing anyway. It was a pass/fail class and I was passed. I was the smallest one in the whole school. I was still called baby pants because I was still so small I was wearing little baby boy's clothes. I was also so small compared to all the other kids I was constantly being picked on. I would go away crying and was called a crybaby all the time. The kids at school soon found out I was wearing diapers and called me baby peewater. Once in the middle of lunch a few of the bigger boys came to where I was eating lunch and pulled my pants down revealing my diapers to everyone there. The girls all laughed and teased me for weeks after that. They would come up to me and pinch my cheek and call me a 'cute baby'. They even brought me a baby bottle for lunch; I would blush and run off crying.

I lived two miles from school and walked quite often. I walked by a drug store on the way home and would go in and look at the baby things and dream I was a baby. I pinched diapers, plastic pants, baby bottles and pacifiers. I played the trombone, which had a huge case; this is where I would hide my 'items' on the way home. Being a pretty good trombone player I would play for different churches. I was also so small the horn made me look like a dwarf to its size, it was bigger than I was. When I would finish I would leave and pack my horn away. I would go into the nursery and see what treasures I could find and put them in my trombone case. That trombone was twice as big as I was and was adapted for my short arms. It was the perfect place to hide the baby things I could find.

I would take them home and hide them the best I could and use them when everyone went to sleep I would sneak and get my diapers and bottle. I would then go to sleep drinking my bottle and would be wet in the morning. I would wash my diapers when no one was at home. I was really sneaky. I was real young and learned to run the washer and drier to keep my things clean.

I shared my room with my little brother and our room always smelled of baby powder. My mother would search and find my stash of diapers and bottles. They would be thrown out and I would dig them out of the garbage and hide them again. It got to where I would hide them in different places so if one got found I would still have others diapers to wear and bottles to drink from at night.

I had to grow up very fast because I was so far ahead of the other kids in school. I never really got to play with kids my own age. We lived out in the country and there were no other kids my age around and the kids I did know my age wouldn't play with me because I was not with them in school. So I would play outside as if I was a baby. I would carry a blanket and suck my thumb. I would lay under the trees and dream of being diapered and being a little baby. My brother and sister use to laugh at me for being so weird. They both knew I wanted to be a baby and teased me constantly.

We had a baby sitter come to the house on occasion while my parents were out of town. Every time she would stay with us she would diaper me and I would play with my bottle out in the open. Most of my role-playing had to be in private as my parents thought it was terrible for me to be wearing diapers and using a bottle. That was the only times I could be the baby I wanted to be during the day.

Chapter Three - College days - My first semester

When I turned eleven my teachers had a conference with my parents. I was afraid it was because by that time I had been caught wearing diapers by a number of the other students. It was right after I had my pants pulled down in the cafeteria. I was afraid my teachers had found out I was wearing diapers and was going to tell my parents. I knew some of the teachers had seen me in the cafeteria because they broke up the crowd around me. It scared me so much that I cried myself to sleep until they met with my teachers.

My teachers had the conference to talk to them about getting me into college. They said I was academically ready for college but emotionally they where concerned. I was lucky they never mentioned me being in diapers. They made arrangements for me to go to college and I was accepted to a University on a trial basis. To make a long story short I started college the next semester.

I rode the forty-five miles to college with a couple other students. I started wearing diapers everyday to school then. I would take my diapers in a book bag and change into thick diapers in the restroom. I was there all day until the others got through with all their classes. I had a lot of time to study and wear my diapers. I also had to keep up with the classes at High School and was doing the work for those classes also while waiting to go back home. That part was easy, as I already knew what they were studying at the High School.

I was three foot two inches and weighed a big thirty-eight pounds when I started college. I was not even tall enough to write on the chalkboard. I had a box to stand on so I could do problems in math and business classes on the chalkboard. They also had a couple big books for me to sit on so I could see over the desks. But I thought I was as big as all the other students were till I met the girls.

I made friends with a couple of the older girls in my classes at college. We would go to the library and study together. They noticed I was wearing diapers and thought I was such a cute little baby. One of the girls, Janet, was a close friend of the family and knew my parents well. Janet never told them about my diapers, which was a great relief. Janet and her roommate thought it was so 'cute' for an eleven-year-old baby boy to be going to college and being so small they treated me like a baby. I was able to keep my diapers in their room, which was a lot easier than carrying them back and forth every day. I was always afraid I would be caught with my diapers. They would take me to their dorm room and change my diaper. My snaps would be undone on my pants and my plastic pants would be pulled off. Then they would unpin my diaper and 'clean me up' with a wash cloth. Many times I wasn't even wet when they would 'change the baby' and would get special treatment from them. They also got a baby bottle and would feed it to me while they were changing my diaper. They would clean me everywhere and very gently. They would take extra care around my little pee-pee. I would get a little hard on and they would gently cuirass and rub my hard on until I would shiver all over my body. I was in heaven. I would give Janet money to buy me my diapers and plastic pants. Janet would buy Curity diapers and they fit perfectly, she also bought baby pants in my size, what a wonderful experience that was.

I would get so aroused by their affection and would spend every free moment I could with them. They bought baby food, a high chair and formula for me to drink. They would put me in the high chair, place a bib on me and feed me my lunch. I would be a mess from ear to ear. They seemed to get me very dirty every time I was fed. They would wipe my face and hands. Then they would take me into their arms and feed me my bottle. I would be wet by this time and Janet would take her time changing me. Janet would clean me up and play with my little pee-pee. I would shake with delight. Then Janet would put baby oil all over me, making sure it was massaged in. Janet would then powder me and put me in a dry diaper. Janet let me go around in her room with just a diaper on and I loved every minute of this time together. I would help Janet with her studies and she would help me be a baby. I was a baby the entire first semester I went to college and Janet made sure I was always dry and happy.

Chapter Four - College days - My second semester

The second semester was even better than the first. Janet who babied me moved to a sorority house. I would go and visit her there and she took care of me as before. There were no boys allowed in the house but they called me their little baby. The sorority took me in as their baby. I had my own room, which was a nursery where I had a crib and baby toys. Janet was to act as my babysitter while I was at school. They allowed me to live in the sorority house because I was being "baby sat" by one of their members. I talked my parents into letting me stay at the sorority house during the week and come home on Friday nights. If my parents only knew what was really going on they would have beaten me to death. I was being baby sat just like a two-year-old. They even paid Janet to watch me. It was like I had always dreamed when I was younger; I was a real baby. I was just a little baby. I was totally a baby while I was with Janet.

The sorority parent even helped take care of me. Evelyn was a graduate student and was studying pediatric psychology. I was her special project and she doted over me constantly. Evelyn bought baby sleepers for me to wear at night, blue with a teddy bear on the front. I slept in the crib with my little stuffed tiger and teddy bears. When my parents would come and visit they would show them to "my room upstairs" which is where I studied. With in a few weeks I slept with Evelyn in her room in the crib in the corner. My big boy clothes where kept upstairs in "my room" in the closet. I wore them to classes only, the rest of the time I was dressed in baby girl clothes.

Janet didn't care if Evelyn took care of me because she was getting paid and had to do none of the work to care for me. I tutored the girls at the sorority house. What a great time we had.

They brought little baby girl dresses for me to wear while I was with them. The same dresses they wore when they were little girls. They fixed my long red hair like a little girl in pigtails. I was small and 'cute' in my dresses and diapers. I never argued with them or I would get a spanking and sent to my crib early. When the sorority had its parties I was dressed in my baby cloths and was the center of attention with the girls the boys didn't care one way or the other they just wanted to drink and party. I loved this because of the negative attention I always got at home. I would get my diapers changed by every girl at the party. I didn't mind at all. They would all take special care to make sure I was all cleaned up taking special care to stimulate my little wee wee. They would rub baby lotion on my bottom and front. They all made sure it was massaged in and then would powder me and pull the diaper up between my legs and pin them on so snug. At these parties they would put three or four night diapers together so I could hardly move my legs and would end up crawling on the floor with my bulky diaper sticking up in the air. I would get fed so many bottles I would constantly be wet. They would laugh and carry on the whole evening.

Evelyn would diaper me and put me to bed early every night with my bottle of formula. I would lay there and play with my toys and dream I was a baby. Evelyn would look in on me late at night and would change my wet and sometimes messy diaper. She would clean me up give me a bottle to drink and talk baby talk to me while she took my plastic pants and diaper off. Then she would 'play' with me. Evelyn would suck on my pee-pee until I would have an orgasm. I would be drinking my bottle and would be far away in pure ecstasy. She would be rubbing herself and would make moaning sounds while she took care of her baby. I soon found out I really liked this. I associated it with getting my diapers changed. I got to where I would look forward to this time every night. I would wet my diaper so she would have to change me before she went to bed every night.

Chapter Five - College days - My awakening

When I was thirteen my family found out I was wearing diapers and using a baby bottle at college. They came to visit unexpectedly and found me in my normal attire. My parents were going to take me out of college and take me back home. I cried and talked them into letting me stay in college. For Christmas that year I got three baby bottles and that was all. My brother and sister made a hall and there I was with just baby bottles. I was really hurt because they were making so much fun at me. I vowed that would never happen to me again and made plans for the future. I left back to school the day after Christmas and didn't come home on weekends from that time on.

At the new years eve party I was baby new year. This was the first time I had ever had any alcohol and they got me really drunk. The girls would put me down on the floor and change my diaper and give me another bottle with alcohol in it. They were all drunk and acting goofy. They started sucking me when they would change me and would take turns changing the baby. They all took turns sucking the baby until I was so tired from so many orgasms I fell asleep on the floor. Boy did I get sick that night and all the next day. I messed up my crib and made the whole room smell like a sick baby. I had my temperature taken so many times that next day my little bottom was sore from the intrusion of the thermometer. I didn't have a fever but all the girls still took my temp. They would giggle and try to embarrass me so I would blush and start crying.

I soon was staying at the college all the time and coming home just on special occasions. I didn't want to be around my family because I was being physically abused by my dad and verbally abused by my brother and sister. The attention I got at college was so wonderful compared to how I was treated at home.

I received a full academic scholarship in science that allowed me to continue going to college. I looked for work for the summer and got a job as an apprentice bricklayer. I was a whole thirteen years old and working a man's job. The men all laughed at me because I was so small I could wear toddler size cloths. They thought I was crazy to want to become a bricklayer. I was too small to do much as a bricklayer but just the right size to repair boilers. The men I worked with had to work on their hands and knees while I would be standing up working. I got to do a lot of traveling repairing boilers in factories and aboard ships. I made as much money during the summer as the instructors did all year teaching. I made enough money too keep me very comfortable during the school year.

I returned to school the next fall and was greeted my Evelyn. She asked if I wanted to stay with her and I jumped up and down with joy. She use to laugh at me because I would get so excited and just couldn't control my enthusiasm. I would jump up and down and carry on just like a two-year-old and would soon be wet. After working all summer and not being able to wear my diapers, I was really looking forward to moving back in with Evelyn. Being babied is what I dreamed about the whole summer away from school.

When I got to the house I found that they had been preparing for my return. I hadn't grown an inch all summer and was still as little as always. In fact the doctors were afraid I was going to be a dwarf, as I had not grow an inch in three years and still had a baby face. My little cheeks puffed out from drinking so many bottles. My little tummy stuck out like an infant and I had short stubby feet and fat little hands. I had a hard time holding a regular pencil so I used fat pencils to take notes. I think it was because I wanted to be a baby so bad I never grew. At least I hoped that was what it was.

I was there for pledge week and too my surprise they made the pledges into babies too. I had someone to play with on the floor with my dolls, trucks, blocks and all the stuffed animals a zoo could hold. All the new girls thought I was Evelyn's little baby girl. I was but not like they thought. Evelyn treated me as if I was her baby. She would be after me all the time. I would run and play as much as I could. The new girls all thought I was a typical two year old. I loved running around the house trying not to be caught. They where all faster than I was but I could wiggle out of their clutches and away I would run. It wasn't until I was there for a couple weeks they found out I was a student and a little boy.

Things had changed a lot while I was gone for the summer. My room was now next to Evelyn's room and was decorated like a nursery. She had moved her room to a larger one with a door that opened into my room. She had gotten me a little desk and a tricycle. There was a toy box in the corner full of toys. I was even happier to find my crib still there and it now had a mobile of little planes flying above it. I found out later that she had been to see her older sister and got all her nephews toys he had outgrown.

Evelyn would take care of her baby with a routine that very seldom changed. I would be woke up early every morning and taken to the kitchen where I would be put in my highchair and fed breakfast. I would get my hands and face washed and taken from the highchair to the nursery and placed on the changing table. I would get my little behind all cleaned and then a cote of Vaseline would cover my diaper area. She would put an ample coating of baby powder on me and put a dry diaper and a clean pair of baby pants on. She would go to the closet and choose a frilly little dress and I would be dressed for class. I smelled just like a clean happy baby. During the winter I would get a pair of frilly tights pulled over my diaper and bonnet would go on my head so I wouldn't get cold. I scheduled my classes so one of the girls was in all my classes. They would put me in a stroller and off to class we would go. It was great because there was a place to carry our books. After the first year my teachers thought I was a little girl. They never questioned my attire. It was just hard for me to see over the tall desks. The other sorority houses never questioned me being there because I was always dressed as a little baby girl.

I would be fed my bottle and baby food for lunch and changed. I was always wet by then. I had a little potty-chair in my room to do number two in. I would have to ask someone to take my diaper off so I could sit on my little potty-chair. I still would mess my diaper on 'accident' occasionally. I would waddle around with a saggy stinky diaper until someone would notice the smell or found the mess while checking my diaper to see if I was wet. I would get a lecture about big girls didn't mess in their diapers. Then I would get cleaned up and put in a dry diaper. I would reach down and play with my little pecker while they would change me. Some of the girls would slap my hand and tell me baby's don't play with themselves. I would blush and a pacifier would be put in my mouth. I wasn't allowed to take it out of my mouth. That way I couldn't talk back to them about being a big boy and wanting to play with myself. By the time I was changed the girls would take care of my little hard on. I thought this was all babies were taken care of and wanted to stay a baby all the more. I was loved and cared for.

That year was the best year I had in my life up until then. I went back to work repairing boilers that summer. I had lost control of my bladder from wearing diapers all the time and not having to worry about being wet. I would wear disposable diapers to work and would change myself during breaks and lunchtime. The men at work never thought much about it as I told them I was having some medical problems from being so small. But my world was going to change the next fall. I returned to my nursery and into the routine of studying and being the baby of the house.

Chapter Six - College days - I come of age.

I returned to school after summer break and was taken back into the sorority house like before. Evelyn took care of her little baby girl just as she did the year before. I was in my nursery and given the same treatment. The new girls still thought I was Evelyn's baby girl and treated me just like a two-year-old. Again the pledges where made into babies. I would play with them and had a great time. I grew one inch all summer and that was all. All my clothes still fit and I was dressed as a little baby girl the entire year. The new girls thought it was funny to have a little boy dressed as a baby girl and would tease me to no end. I would always blush and start crying like a little baby. They would then take me into their arms and cuddle me. When they found out I was almost fourteen they were really surprised and made me blush and cry all the more. They got into changing the baby and would treat me like I was a little girl. I had dolls and a playhouse I spent hours playing with. I always had to finish my homework before I could go to my room and play. If any of the girls were having problems with their studies I would tutor them.

Evelyn took care of her baby every night before she went to bed. I would get my special diaper change and a bottle of juice or formula while my "diaper change" was being done. She soon was having me suckle her after being stimulated to ecstasy myself. She would just trimmer with glee and would have orgasms one after another while I suckled her breasts. I didn't have an early class that fall quarter so my routine got changed a little. After I was fed my breakfast of baby cereal I was put in the bathtub for my bath. I had toys and would sit there and play after getting scrubbed from head to toe. I would get dried off and carried into my room where I would get diapered and dressed. Then it was off to class. I would run as fast as my little legs would carry me back for lunch. I got sick that fall and had the sniffles for a month. I would be rapped up like a doll and put in the stroller and off to class we would go. I was in my crib asleep most of that month. I missed my nightly routine with Evelyn. She was taking care of me like the sick infant I was. That was one of the longest months of my little life.

When I turned fourteen, puberty finally came. I was so embarrassed because I thought I had peed in Evelyn's mouth. I was scared she would not like me anymore but found she would give me more attention in our late night diaper sessions. She would be so aroused herself she would be playing with herself also. I never understood this until later. I knew the biology but had never experienced the ecstasy of a full-blown orgasm. She also found that I liked to just wear plastic pants and it really turned me on. Soon she was buying smaller sized baby pants that were tight fitting on me. She would put baby lotion in the plastic pants and I would play with myself while she played with herself.

She would hold me in her lap and let me suckle her breasts while I was playing with myself. She would see I would be at the point of ecstasy and would stand me in front of her and would pull my plastic pants down and suck my little pee-pee. I would stand in front of her holding my blanket and sucking my thumb until I would almost fall from the weakness in my legs. She would start to tremble and would shake all over her body as she sucked even harder. When I would come for her she would be rocking me back and forth with her body trembling all over and would then fall back in her bed pulling me down with her. She never once relinquished her mouth from my little pee-pee.

One night Evelyn was laying on the bed with only a bra on and I came over to her with my bottle in hand. She often did this and besides I was just a little baby. All my nipples to my bottles were quite large from being sucked on so hard and often which turned out to be wonderful. I lay down next to her and gently placed the nipple to my bottle of warm formula in her crotch. To my surprise she reached down and guided the nipple of the bottle where she wanted me to put it. As I gently rubbed the nipple back and forth she started playing with the nipple on her breast and sucking her thumb. She would shutter and moan and I would quit. She would take my hand and put it back over and over. Soon she saw I was getting very excited too. She reached over and pulled my diapers down to my knees and pulled me down on her. I went straight for her nipple and started sucking. To my surprise she reached down and put my hard little pee-pee in her. I started rocking up and down while I sucked on her breast. She held me very close to her and within a few minutes I had experienced my first real sex.

She rolled me onto my back, pulled my diaper back up and put the nipple to my bottle in my mouth. It had a different taste, a taste of sweetness. The next thing I remember was waking up in the morning in my crib with only a diaper on and with my bottle still in my hand.

My diaper was soaked and messy too. I never messed in my diapers at night, but I did that night. As I opened my eyes Evelyn was standing over my crib with a big smile on her face. She informed me I had drunk three bottles of formula in my sleep. Weeks later I found out she had also given me an enema while I was sleeping and that is why I had messed my diaper.

I was still only a couple inches higher than I was when I first started college. The doctors were getting worried I would never be any taller. I still had the body of an infant. They put me on a medication to stimulate my growth.

I soon had to move to a boy's dorm and missed my nights with Evelyn. I would go visit the house as often as I could. This went on until I was sixteen. I graduated with two bachelor's degrees, summa cum laude, and I entered graduate school that spring. I moved out of state for my graduate studies. I was still a baby at heart.

I missed my time with Evelyn and learned she became a Doctor a few years later. We have long sense gone our separate ways but I will never forget my first years at college.

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