My name is Carter and I have been an ABDL for a lot of my life. This is a story of how I imagined and wished things would have played out in my childhood during my years as a little kid. Some parts of the story are true as it relates to the details about my parents and the fact that I did have a little sister that was 5 years younger. However a majority of it is fiction. I’m not a writer so I have low expectations. Please share your feedback for improvement.
Let me start off by telling you about my family. We were pretty well off and money was not an issue. My dad was a successful architect. He worked and designed many commercial buildings and various hotels. He was always busy with projects and traveled quite a bit to oversee them throughout many different locations across the US and even internationally.
As a result of his travel and busy work, our family didn’t get to see him as often as we would have liked. As for his physical appearance, he was not necessarily the athletic type and had a small, slender frame. He carried on a more nerdy appearance overall. He stood at only 5ft 8 inches tall.
My mom was the opposite. She had an athletic body type. She was tall standing at 5ft 11 inches with a hard rock body and toned muscles. She was a runner in college and even made a push to be an olympic runner for a couple years. She ended up going on to pursue a career in advertising. She still stayed in great shape over the years despite her career and becoming a mom.
Now to tell you about me, I was my parents first born child. My parents were relatively young when I was born. My Dad was 32 years old and my mom was 29. As I was going through the first 5 years of my life, it became evident that I was a late developer and growing at a slower pace than other toddlers and little kids. It appeared early on that I could possibly be following in my dad’s footsteps when it came to my height and overall physique.
I was 5 years old when my mom gave birth to another baby, my little sister Hayley. At the time that my little sister was born, my dad was doing well for himself and my mom decided she was going to retire from her career in advertising so that she could spend all of her time and attention taking care of my sister and I.
I was excited to be a big brother and have a little baby sister to take care of in my life. I would watch as mom would change her diapers. During this time that my sister was born, even though I was already 5 years old, I still wore diapers as well day and night.
Mom had struggled to potty train me during the day. I wasn’t daytime potty trained until a few months after my little sister was born. As I said before, I was a late developer, but my mom was still busy working at the time before my little sister was born which probably also contributed to my slow development. She didn’t have the time to give my potty training the full amount of attention it needed.
It wasn’t until I was 7 and my little sister Hayley turned 2 that I stopped wetting the bed at night as well and was fully out of diapers. This was a fun time as Hayley was starting to talk and form sentences. She was also starting to look less like a baby and a little bit more like a toddler.
When my mom was doing the house chores and cooking, I would be a good big brother and play along with my baby sister and make small talk with her while playing with her dolls. I would also pick her up off the ground and toss her around in my arms. I would do this carefully of course as she was only 2. I was a lot bigger than her despite being small for my age.
My mom thought it was cute and sweet that I was willing to play with my little baby sister. I know a 7 year old shouldn’t be playing with baby toys and especially dolls, but it made my mom happy and my sister liked that she had someone to play with. Being small for my age actually made it less awkward. I was small enough to look like a toddler than the 7 year old that I was.
One day when I was playing with my little sister Hayley, I spilled my drink on the carpet and started to cry. Hayley gave me one of her pacifiers and pushed it in my mouth saying “baby needs to do baby crying.” I spit the pacifier out and threw it on the ground saying “I wasn’t a baby.” This caused Hayley to start crying too.
My mom saw this whole sequence and said “sweetie that wasn’t a nice thing to do. Your baby sister didn’t mean any harm by that, she was just trying to help. I want you to say sorry to your sister and put the pacifier back in your mouth for now so she stops crying”. My mom had her hands on her hips with that look so I knew she meant business and I had better do what she tells me.
I told my sister I was sorry and started sucking on the pacifier. Hayley stopped crying and giggled at the sight of her older brother sucking a pacifier. My mom giggled too saying “you know sweetie, you still look like a toddler with that pacifier in your mouth and being so small for your age.” I frowned at my mom for her statement, but she gave some resolve saying “thank you for being a great big brother and playing along with your little sister.”
After this and over the next year it became a habit for me to play with my little sister with the pacifier in my mouth. I knew I couldn’t do anything about it as my baby sister would start crying if I took out the pacifier.