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A diaper story that's just filled with lots of wet pants, messy undies and humiliation!
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Chapter #5

yes help me

    by: Blake Author IconMail Icon
Jesse's Mom takes your hand, and smiling the entire time, escorts you into the bathroom. Once there, you spot a little child's molded plastic potty chair in a corner opposite of the porcelain toilet.
You stand transfixed. She notices this, and her smile widens.
"Do I hafta use that?" I ask with my face turning redder and redder.
"No, sweetheart. That's for Jesse's cousins when they come to visit. Would you like to wee-wee in it like a little boy? Let me pull down your play shorts."
I squeal like a baby girl when my special needs underpants are revealed. They are plastic vinyl panties with a thick layer of terry cloth sewn inside.
"How cute!" She bubbles. "I like to help little boys to go potty."
I am stood with my back to the toilet-shaped contraption where she gently slips down my trainers and helps me squat down so that my hairless peenie dangles over the infantile receptical.
"Go potty, sweetheart."
I squeeze my eyes shut and gasp when I feel the stream shoot out of my tiny pink hose. Tears well up when I hear the tinkle and splashing going on. I heave a deep sigh of relief when it's all over.
Jesse's Mom helps me to stand up, dabs my pee-er with a tissue and pulls up my potty pants. "Very good, Bobby! You` will learn soon!"
"Does that mean I won't hafta wear baby diapers and baby panties anymore?"
"Of course, but you must learn the proper way to do it."
I join my friend at the dining table. "Did you have fun with the potty?" He asks sarcastically. "Jesse! that's enough!"
"Mom, shouldn't Bobby wear a bib to keep his shirt clean?"
"Way ahead of you, Mr. Smarty-pants." She ties a white vinyl bib securely around my neck and gently kisses my cheek. "You can feed yourself, huh?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"OF course, he can, Mom! He isn't that retarded!"
"Mind your language!"
Even though we are the same age, Jesse thinks of me as his little brother.

You have the following choices:

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1. When lunch is over, it's naptime (in the cousins' crib).

*Noteb*
2. Jesse and I run out to the backyard to play.

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