Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 16:42:27 -0500 From: Kadin Williams Subject: Being the New Year's Baby for My Boyfriends This is a story about 3 boys who grew up together. The story has a little sex, diapers, masturbation but it is a loving story. I hope all will have a Happy New Years. Enjoy! Chapter 1 My parents - John and Sarah Crowley - adopted me when I was 5. They renamed me Tucker from NoName. My bio-mom abused me and when I was adopted, I was 2'7" (80 cm) and 28 pound (12 kg) and I'm incontinent. I was smaller than my 3 year old brother - Greyson, who was 3' 1 1/2" and 33 pounds (15 kg). Besides my mom and dad, I have three older brothers - Trey, John the third, who is 12, Max, who is 9 and Riley, 7 and two older sisters, Anna, who is 11 and Liz, who is 6, besides my big little brother, Greyson. Until I was saved by child services, I existed in a small apartment with my mom and her boyfriends. In foster care, I my foster parents had a nice house with 4 bedrooms, but my adopted parents lived in a 7 bedroom, 8 full bathrooms and 3 half baths. The house was a Farmhouse style with a porch that wraps around the house from the 5 car garage to the side and the back, where a hot tub was located. In the basement are a great room with a stone fireplace, a hobby/game room where a 17 foot by 15 foot two tier N scale layout was located, a guest suite, a sauna and a rec room. The main floor has an eat in kitchen with an island, a great room with a stone fireplace, formal dining room, an office, laundry room with a sewing area and a craft room. Upstairs is 6 bedrooms and a doorway to the storage over the garage and a playroom. Greyson and my bedroom are next to mom and dad. The house was on 9 acres with a pond on the west and a stream with a waterfall flowing from it. In the backyard is a shed along with an above ground pool. I thrived with my adopted family, but I knew I will never control my bladder. In school, I was doing fine and by the time I was 8, I was in third grade - somehow, my bio-mom never damaged my brain, so I was in third grade and I had 7 good friends, who are Owen Caldwell, David Yeckley, Mateo Faas, Rory Yarborough, Camden Duncan, Mike McKinney and Declan Quinn. They protect me from the bullies at school. I get kidded about my size, since I was 3'5" (106 cm) and 37 pounds (17 kg). My friends towers over me - Michael, at 4' (122 cm) is the shortest. A few times, my friends seen me in just my diapers, so does my siblings' friends, and my friends saw my parents, my siblings and my relatives change my diapers. I guess I'm used to getting changed, so one day, in November, dad asked me if I could be Baby New Years for our New Years Party. Dad told me that everyone at the party knows I wear 24/7, so I told them I would think about it, so after a few days, I said I would. At the time, I didn't know it would change my life. During Thanksgiving break, besides the annual Thanksgiving rivalry football game we went to, since Trey is the school's QB, we stayed home. Dad , my siblings and our friends were decorating the basement's great room. Mom had me take some naps, since Greyson was napping, too. During the Christmas break, mom and dad had me take naps. Christmas Day, I got some train accessories and some clothes with snaps in the crotch and footed pajamas. We had pancakes, sausage, eggs, orange juice and coffee for mom and dad and hot chocolate for me and my siblings. We had a snowstorm, the day after Christmas, so we stayed in. Mom had me in my footed pajamas and I was napping most of the day. On New Years Eve, mom showed me my outfit - a top hat and a sash that said 'Happy New Years'. Trey was dressed as the old year. Seeing I'd be up after my usual bedtime, mom had me nap most of the afternoon. Mom was baking, while dad was finishing up the decorations. I woke up when Dad told me that it was time for Baby New Years to make his entrance. Dad changed my diapers, put on a t shirt that said Paw Patrol then the sash and top hat. Dad took me to the great room, but before I enter, mom said, "10 seconds, 9, 8" then when they all shouted "Happy New Years", I entered. Looking around the room, I saw Owen and Michael looking at me differently. They whispered something to themselves. Mom handed me a sippy cup and handed me a piece of cake. Owen and Michael told me I looked cute as Baby New Years. After an hour, I was asleep. New Years Day, I was in Greyson's old crib. I was in footed pajamas and mittens and dad came into my room and picked me up and carried me to the kitchen and put me into a high chair and I was surprised, but I could see the whole table instead of being in my booster seat. Things, after New Years, were normal, but I see that Owen and Michael were interested watching me getting changed. In February, my asked me if I minded if Owen and Michael watched me being changed. I told mom I didn't. It was another change, I didn't think would happen.