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Birth of a BIG Baby! by Baby Bobby
Dear Sirs: While stationed in San Diego, in 1970, I found out that the rest of the country was not like New York, in that you had to be 21 in order to enter a bar. Being nineteen and away from home for the first time I was very lonely. I went to all the places young people were suppose to go in order to meet some friends. I went to soda shops, hamburger stands, bowling alleys and I finally tried a roller skating rink. I was still an outsider who did not fit in and was virtually ignored, I was lost but out of ideas, I kept going to these places until I met someone who would befriend me. One night this boy Ricky came up to me and he would tease me saying that I could not skate and should come when the little kids came. He was so small that I told him I felt I was with the little kids. Him and I skated together for the rest of the session. I kept looking around trying to figure out which woman was his mother, as I said he was so small I took him to be in the five or six-year-old age. Not finding anyone I asked him, and he told me that he had been dropped off and would be picked up later. When I suggested he was awfully small to be left alone he informed me that he was fourteen years old. Ricky then asked me if my mommy was coming to pick me up also. I then informed him I was nineteen and in the Navy, and my mommy was still in New York. This was his turn to be surprised as he informed me that I did not look that old. Ricky's nanna came to pick him up and he insisted that she drive me home also. I explained to her that I was in the Navy and would catch a bus to the base. Nanna (she informed me that everyone called her this), insisted that I let her drive me to the base, saying she had a few stops first. Soon I was introduced to Ricky's parents and invited to stay for a while and have some coffee and cake. Richard, Ricky's dad, informed me that he had been in the Navy back in Korea and he knew how young guys needed a surrogate family while away from home. I was sort of adopted and being a homebody myself, I was happy about this. I regularly ate meals with the McBrides and went on all family outings with them. It was three months before I had an opportunity to sleep over at their house. We were going to Disneyland for the weekend and Richard wanted to get an early start. I got off work at four that afternoon and did not need to be back until eight o'clock the following Monday morning. Susan, Ricky's mom, picked me up and after stopping for gas we went straight to the house. We ate dinner and then got ready for bed early. I was shown to my bed, it was really Ricky's bed and as it was a youth-bed I did not know if I would fit. I asked where Ricky would sleep and with that nanna came into the room pushing a baby's crib. I tried to stop, saying that Ricky would get too embarrassed but they insisted that it was okay. I was really taken back when Ricky came into the room dressed in a diaper and rubber pants, this was then when I first learned of his bed-wetting problem. I awoke early the following morning seeing nanna change Ricky's diapers. When I asked why she was putting a clean diaper back on him, she explained that Ricky also tended to wet his pants on long car rides. Ricky then hid his face and left the room after being pinned in. Nanna confided in me as to how much Ricky looked up to me and then popped the question on me as to if I would let her diaper me so Ricky would not feel so bad. I was a little hesitant but soon Susan pushed me also, and I gave in. I was soon wearing my own diapers and went looking for Ricky. When he saw me his eyes lit up and he thanked me for sharing his shame with him. We soon left for Los Angeles and not until after we were on the road did we realize that no underpants were packed for me. As I said we spent two days at Disneyland and I had a bad diaper rash when we returned home.I discovered that I liked wearing diapers during this time and informed nanna of this discovery. Nanna had Ricky and I stay at her house often after that. I remember one of my four day weekends when I learned how much nanna encouraged Ricky to keep on wetting. We had just arrived and nanna diapered both of us, she then brought us warm baby bottles to drink while she unpacked our bags. I was stumped at first but upon seeing Ricky suck on his bottle I started drinking mine also. This weekend really made me realize how much I enjoyed being babied. I was being fed, clothed, changed, and being let to not worry about anything. It was not until I wet my bunk three nights later that I realized how easily I had regressed. Nanna assured me that she could take care of this problem and soon I had the security of diapers at all times. I moved out of the barracks and Ricky and I would sleep side by side wetting our diapers. I still worried that someone on base would notice my diapers during the day, but no one mentioned them. They must of wondered why I never needed to use the bathroom though. I am now living off base again here in Florida, and I think 1 have found a family to baby me.
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