The Diaper Dudes


	I don't remember when Billy and David Peterson stopped 
wearing diapers, but I do remember that when Billy was six, and 
David was five, both of them always went around with wet and 
poopy pants. I was seven at the time and the brothers were my 
friends, but I was not allowed to let them in our house because 
of their pants! Tommy Morgan was eight years old. He was my 
friend, too, except that he liked to beat me up and play tricks 
on Billy and David, like trying to get them lost in the woods. I 
will tell you more about him later. It might sound like a strange 
gang, but these were the kids in my neighborhood and so we were 
like family.
	Billy and David's mother was an alcoholic. I know because I 
heard my mother and father talking about her a lot. I heard other 
words that I didn't understand, like "neurotic" and "neglectful." 
I knew my Dad didn't like her, but my Mom felt sorry for her and 
would often go over to Mrs. Peterson's house to "help her out."
	One day, I was playing with Billy and David at their house 
and David proceeded to soak his pants. I said, "I wish I could do 
that!"
	David said, "Why don't you ask your Mommy to let you?"
	"I don't think she would let me do it," I replied. Then I 
asked, "Why don't you guys wear diapers?"
	
Billy answered, "Our baby diapers were too small for us and our 
Mommy says those big Pampers are way too expensive."
	I asked, "Did you wear baby Pampers diapers or did you wear 
the cloth kind?"
	
Billy said, "We wore cloth ones and plastic pants. We just got 
too big for them and so our Mommy said we could use the toilet or 
our pants."
	Then I had an idea, and I asked, "What happened to your 
diapers?"
	Billy replied, "They are still in our closet."
	"I bet Aunt Jane up the street could make them bigger for 
you with her sewing machine. Would you like that?"
	Billy said, "You mean we could wear real diapers again? That 
would be super!"
	"Aunt Jane" was not my real aunt. She was an older lady, 
about fifty years old according to my Mom, who lived alone and 
kept busy working in her garden and doing something called 
"volunteer work." My mother had explained that Aunt Jane's 
husband had died some years before and left her enough money that 
she didn't have to work for a living. She didn't have any 
children of her own and she would sometimes babysit for us, and 
was always really nice to us. I had seen her making clothes on 
her sewing machine, and it seemed like some kind of magic to me.
I was sure she could make Billy and David's diapers bigger!
	After lunch, I had Billy and David collect all their old 
diapers and the three of us walked over to Aunt Jane's house.
	When Aunt Jane answered the door, I told her about Billy and 
David's problem with their diapers and asked if she could make 
them bigger so that the two boys wouldn't be too wet to bring in 
my house. Now everyone in the neighborhood was familiar with the 
two boys' wetting and pooping problems, so Aunt Jane said, "What 
a splendid idea! Let's see what we can do!"
	She then measured each of the boys, and measured their 
diapers. Then she took the diapers over to her sewing machine and 
sewed two of them together. Then she had Billy come over to check 
the size. It was perfect! She repeated this with the other 
diapers, and then said, "We will need something for plastic 
pants, though. I know! I have an old plastic shower curtain in 
the garage. That should work!"
	She measured each boy around the waist and thighs and set to 
work. She got elastic from her sewing kit, and made the pants. 
Then she had me go outside with some plastic cement and go over 
the seams so that they wouldn't leak. While we waited for the 
glue to dry, she gave us milk and cookies.
	The thought of Billy and David in diapers was getting me 
kind of excited, in more ways than one. I could feel my little 
penis getting swollen and hard. It felt good, but then I wished 
that I could wear the diapers and plastic pants, too.
	"Uh, Aunt Jane, I suppose that those diapers would be way 
too small for a big kid like me, wouldn't they?"
	She looked at me and smiled. "For you, I would have to make 
one a little bigger. If you like I will get some material at the 
cloth store and make some just your size. Do you really want to 
wear diapers?"
	"Well," I said, "To tell the truth, I do, but I am afraid my 
Mommy would get really mad."
	Aunt Jane said, "Well, naturally I wouldn't encourage you to 
do anything your parents would not approve of. If you can work it 
out with them, though, I will be happy to make you some diapers, 
and if Billy and David's mother approve of the diapers I have 
made for them, I will make them some brand new ones."
	When glue was dry on the plastic pants, and Aunt Jane had 
Billy and David strip off their pants, so she could diaper them. 
Their pants were really wet and poopy by this time. Aunt Jane put 
the clean diapers and plastic pants on them. She didn't have any 
baby powder so she dusted them with corn starch from her kitchen 
cupboard. She put their dirty underwear in a plastic bag and put 
their wet shorts over the diapers. Then she told them to go home 
and show the diapers to their mother and see if she approved.
	I walked the two boys home and my mother was still there 
with Mrs. Peterson. "Look what Aunt Jane made for Billy and 
David," I said. The boys removed their wet pants to reveal the 
new diapers and plastic pants. "Well, that is a big improvement!" 
my mother said. Mrs. Peterson was a little sleepy and said, 
"That's nice boys." "This was your idea wasn't it, Robby?" my 
mother asked..
	"Yes, Mom," I said. " I thought if they weren't so leaky 
they could play inside our house sometimes."
	She replied, "I guess that will be all right as long as you 
make sure they are not too soaked or messy when they come in."
	I wanted to ask my mother if I could wear diapers too, but I 
was afraid she would be mad or laugh at me, so I decided to take 
matters into my own hands. My mother had put my old cloth diapers 
in the linen closet, and would occasionally take one to use for a 
dust rag. There were still about a dozen in there that were in 
pretty good shape. When I got home, while my mother fixed dinner, 
I took six of them and brought them up to my room. I found some 
safety pins and pinned two diapers together in the shape that 
Aunt Jane had made for Billy and David. It wasn't bad! I took off 
my pants and pinned the diaper on. I got this really great 
feeling and my penis got bigger than I had ever seen it get! Now 
all I needed were some plastic pants. I had an idea and I put my 
pants on over my diaper and went down to the kitchen.
	"Want me to take out the garbage, Mom?" I asked.
 My mother was shocked, but said, "Sure, Robby, that is very nice 
of you to offer!"
	I took out the trash and when I came back inside I put a new 
plastic liner in the garbage can and sneaked another one into my 
pocket. Then I went back upstairs and went to work on my "pants." 
I cut holes for my legs, and slipped the bag on over my diaper. 
The bag had a cinch-tie and I tightened it around my waist and 
tucked the end into my diaper. Then I went to the mirror to 
survey the result. It was great! It was almost as good as Billy 
and David's diapers and plastic pants!
	Soon my father came home and my mother called me down for 
dinner. I put my pants on over my diaper and plastic "pants," and 
went downstairs. I noticed that I made a crinkling sound when I 
walked and I hoped no one would notice.
	"Hi, Robby, how was your day?" my Dad asked.
	"Oh, my day was fine, Dad," I said.
	My mother said, "Robby did a really nice thing today. He had 
Aunt Jane make Billy and David Peterson some diapers."
	"That's good son," my Dad said. "I'm glad to see you 
thinking of others."
	I felt a little ashamed because I knew my motives were not 
so unselfish, but I didn't say anything.
	After we had finished eating, my Mom said, "Robby, please 
clear the table for us, and help me do the dishes."
	While I was picking up the dishes my Mom said, "What's that 
crinkling sound?"
	"I don't know Mom. I don't hear anything," I said.
	After the dishes were done, I went back up to my room. I 
took off my pants and admired my diaper in the mirror. I decided 
to try wetting it, and it was a while before I could do it. I 
pretended I was Billy, and did it all the time, and then the pee 
started coming. I peed a lot into the diaper, but then it started 
leaking onto the floor. I pulled off the plastic "pants" and 
looked at myself in the soaking wet diaper. My penis was really 
hard now and I started rubbing it through the diaper. This felt 
so good that I knew this was going to be an experience I would 
repeat very often. I took all the pins out of the wet diaper and 
rinsed it off in the sink. Then I made another one from the other 
dry diapers and put it on. I put the same garbage bag back on, 
even though it was still a bit wet, and put my pants on over it. 
Now I had to decide what to do with the wet diapers. There were 
some woods down the street where we played a lot and I decided to 
take the diapers down there in the morning and hang them on a 
tree. Since I had such a good idea, I decided to use the other 
diaper I had on, too. By this time I had to poop, and so I both 
peed and pooped in my diaper. I kept the diaper on for a long 
time and enjoyed the feeling, and rubbed myself some more. I took 
it off before bedtime because I was afraid of being caught 
wearing it while I was asleep. I rinsed the diapers off after 
shaking out the poop in the toilet, and put them with the other 
ones. I wished that I could get Aunt Jane to sew them together 
like she did for Billy and David!
	The next morning I hid the diapers in a garbage bag, put the 
bag in my backpack, and headed for the woods. I found a place 
that was kind of secluded where I thought no other kids would 
spot the diapers, and hung them on a tree limb to dry. Then I 
went off to see what Billy and David were up to.
	I found them both crying. "Tommy pulled our pants down and 
when he saw our diapers he said we couldn't be in his gang any 
more." Billy said.
	"Forget it guys. He is just being a bully. He only has the 
three of us for his gang and you can't have a gang with only two 
people. Anyway, if you guys are out, I will quit, too. I am going 
to go talk to him right now."
	Now Tommy was a bully and I knew it. He was bigger and 
stronger than I and always liked to suggest games like boxing and 
football, where he knew I was going to get creamed. Still, I knew 
that he chose to hang around with us because the older kids could 
beat HIM up. We were all he had. I found Tommy shooting baskets 
in his driveway, and joined him.
	Tommy said, "Billy and David are out of the gang. They are 
back in diapers!"
	"So what, " I said. They are better off peeing in their 
diapers than in their pants! What is so bad about diapers? It was 
my idea anyway. I asked Aunt Jane to make them for them."
	"What kind of sissy are you anyway getting the little babies 
put in diapers?"
	"I'm not a sissy! But since you think I am, I quit the gang 
too. Let's see how long you stay alive playing with the older 
guys!"
	At that, he punched me in the stomach. Soon we were rolling 
on the ground and he had me in a death grip and was threatening 
to break my arm. His big sister, Maureen, came out and told Tommy 
to get off me or she would tell his mother. I told her that I 
could take care of her brother, but it was pretty clear to her 
that I couldn't, and so he got up and laughed at me for needing a 
girl to watch out for me, and accused me of having a crush on 
Maureen. I decided that it was best to leave at that point and 
let Tommy cool off.
	Later that day while I was playing ball with Billy and 
David, Tommy showed up.
	"I've decided that you can all still be in the gang, but you 
had better make sure you keep those diapers clean and not 
smelly!"
	"Sure Tom," I said, "and just to be sure, you can change 
them!"
	"Aw, lets just go play kickball!" Tom said.
	After we had played for a while, I remembered the diapers I 
had hung up in the woods, and so I left to go and retrieve them. 
They were gone! Who could have taken them? We boys were the only 
ones who played there. The neighborhood girls were too busy 
playing with dolls. The older boys had been away at camp for a 
week, so they were out. Billy and David never went in the woods 
alone because they got lost! It was a real mystery!
	I had only two diapers left now out of the six I had taken 
from the closet, and since I needed to pin two together, that 
really only gave me one. Anyway, when I got home, I pinned on the 
diapers and put on the plastic "pants." I put my pants over them 
and went down to watch TV. Before long, I had to pee, and so I 
peed in my diapers while I was sitting in front of the TV set 
watching "Batman." My Mom was in the other room so I started 
rubbing myself through my pants. I kept checking for leaks, but 
so far I was safe. After a while I got that good feeling of 
relief, and decided that I had better take some more diapers from 
the linen closet. I took four more, and there were only two left 
in the closet. I hoped that my Mom wouldn't be doing any serious 
dusting very soon! I went up to my room and changed my diapers, 
putting the wet ones in a plastic bag after rinsing them off. I 
went back down to the woods with them and found a more secluded 
part of the woods to hang them up. Then I hid there for a while 
to see if anyone else was around waiting to steal them! I didn't 
see anyone, so I went home for dinner.
	"Robby looks like he is gaining weight," my Dad said. " We 
are going to have to get him some bigger pants!"
	I looked down at my pants, and the diapers were making them 
look pretty tight. Then I thought, if they buy me some bigger 
pants, maybe I could wear more diapers!
	"You're right, John," my Mom said. "Why don't we go over to 
Wal-Mart tonight and get him a new pair of jeans and a pair of 
shorts?"
	"Sure, that is a good idea!" my Dad said.
	We went to the store and my Mom picked out some pants and 
shorts that she thought would be the right size and I told her 
that I wanted to go into the dressing room by myself to try them 
on.
	"Okay, Robby," my Mom said. "Just come out when you get them 
on so we can check the fit."
	I went into the dressing room and put on the new pants. I 
checked them in the mirror and the diapers didn't show. I went 
out and showed my parents and they approved. I repeated the 
procedure with the shorts, and they fit with the diapers too, so 
we bought them and headed for home.
	On the way home my Dad said, "Robby, you seem to be getting 
just a bit chubby. Maybe you should be riding your bike more and 
watching less TV."
	"Maybe you're right Dad," I said. I felt ashamed again 
because I knew that I hadn't really needed the new pants, and I 
didn't really like being this sneaky with my parents, but I 
really wanted to wear diapers so I just kept quiet.
	I hadn't used my diapers yet when we got home from the store 
and I went up to my room and really needed to pee and poop. I 
took my pants off, just to be on the safe side and proceeded to 
fill my diapers. I lay down and played with myself some more. I 
even stuck my hand inside the diaper and smeared the poop around. 
I was in Heaven! The room started to stink pretty badly, so I 
took the diapers off and went into the bathroom. I rinsed them 
off in the toilet and got it the shower. I poured shampoo all 
over me and let the water clean me off. Then I scrubbed myself 
with a wash cloth. I decided to put on clean diapers and wear 
them to bed with a pair of gym shorts over them in case my 
parents came in while I was asleep. I put the used ones in a 
plastic bag and stuffed them under my bed. I didn't put on the 
plastic "pants" because I hadn't planned on using the diapers in 
my sleep.
	The next morning when I woke up I was shocked when I 
realized that I had wet my diapers and soaked my bed while I 
slept. I immediately got up and took off the wet diapers and 
shorts and rinsed out the diapers. Then I put my wet shorts back 
on and called my mother.
	"Mom, I wet my bed!" I said.
	"Oh, so I see!" she said. "Well, don't worry about it. Give 
me those wet shorts and sheets, and the wet mattress pad. I'll 
wash them, and put them back on later when the mattress had 
dried. You probably just drank too much soda yesterday."
	After my mother had left the room I retrieved my wet diapers 
and took off for the woods again. The diapers I had hung up 
yesterday were gone! This could not continue. I was quickly 
running out of diapers! I hung the wet ones up in the same place 
and hid in the bushes. This time I vowed to stay there until the 
diaper thief showed up!
	I waited two hours, and was getting stiff and hungry, but at 
last I heard someone coming. I couldn't believe my eyes when I 
saw Tommy sneak up, look around and remove the diapers from the 
tree. He had a plastic bag with him and he stuffed the diapers 
inside. I stood up and walked toward him. He saw me and tried to 
hide the plastic bag behind his back.
	"What is going on Tom?" I asked. "Why are you swiping 
diapers?"
	"I didn't know they were yours," he said. "What are YOU 
doing with diapers, anyway?"
	"Maybe the same thing as you," I said. "I have been using 
them."
	Tom couldn't think of any excuse for wanting the diapers, so 
he told the truth.
	"When I saw David and Billy in their diapers, I wanted to 
see what it felt like to wear them. I tried it out and my weenie 
got really big. Then I peed in them and it felt so good I thought 
I was going to die."
	"Well, what have you been doing with the used diapers?" I 
asked.
	"I have just been hiding them in the trash," he said.
	"Oh, that is great," I said. "Now, I am almost out of 
diapers, and you threw the others away!"
	"I'm sorry," Tommy said. " Maybe we could go to the store 
and buy some more."
	"Wait," I said. "I have another idea. Let's start wetting 
our beds. Then our parents will get us some diapers!"
	"Your parents might get you diapers, but I think all I will 
get is a spanking!" Tommy said.
	"It is worth a try, anyway," I said. "I dare you!"
	"Okay," Tommy said. "I will if you will."
	"That's a deal!", I said.
	That night I drank plenty of water, and didn't pee before 
bedtime. I wanted to see if I would wet my bed accidentally like 
I had done the night before. It didn't happen though. I woke up 
in the middle of the night and had to pee really badly. I had 
made a deal with Tom, so I just lay on my stomach and started 
peeing. It felt really good to be wetting my bed. The sheets got 
really wet and warm and I played with myself and got that great 
release again. Then I went back to sleep. In the morning my 
sheets were really cold, and I called my mother again.
	"Uh oh! It happened again, didn't it?" my Mom said. "I think 
we had better get you a plastic mattress cover. If this keeps 
happening, we might have to put you in diapers at night."
	Later that morning, I saw Tommy. "Well, did you do it?" I 
asked.
	"Yeah, I did it. My Mom didn't spank me but she made me wash 
my sheets, and she put a plastic cover on my mattress!" Tommy 
said.
	"I think we are on our way to diapers!" I said.
	For the next week, Tom and I wet our beds every night. 
Finally my Mom said she was taking me to the doctor to see if I 
was all right. The doctor examined me and asked me if I was 
drinking a lot of soda at night. Then he told my mother there was 
some medicine that might help or she could just put me in diapers 
at night. My mother decided to just go with the diapers and we 
stopped at Aunt Jane's house on the way home.
	"Robby has been having a bed-wetting problem and needs some 
diapers to wear to bed. I wondered if you could make him some 
cloth ones. I hate to use those expensive disposables. I think 
that cloth is better for the environment."
	"Aunt Jane kind of smiled at me and said, "I will be happy 
to do that. I will go to the fabric store today and get right to 
work on them." She took some measurements and told my Mom about 
how much it would cost. My mother gave her the money for the 
material.
	Aunt Jane said, "He will need some plastic pants, too. I 
could make some, but you could probably buy some at the medical 
supply store that would last longer."
	"That is a good idea, Jane. I will take Robby over there 
after you make him some diapers."
	Later that day, Aunt Jane called and said that she had 
finished making six diapers for me.
My Mom and I picked them up and then Mom drove to the medical 
supply store.
	"I need some plastic pants for my son," my Mom said.
	"I think we can help you with that," the salesman said. He 
picked up some plastic pants in a few different sizes, and asked, 
"How many diapers will he be wearing with them?"
	"Well, I thought just one," my Mom said. "These are pretty 
thick." My Mom showed the man my new diapers and he said, "These 
are nice thick diapers, but I think he should still wear at least 
two of them for overnight. One is probably okay for daytime."
	My Mom said, "Well, so far he only needs them at night. Why 
don't I put three of them on him and we can try the plastic pants 
on over them?"
	"That is a good idea. Then we will be sure they are large 
enough," the salesman said.
	I had mixed feelings as my Mom and the salesman were talking 
about my diapers and plastic pants. I was embarrassed, but also 
excited. My penis was so hard I was afraid it might break off. I 
went in the dressing room with my Mom and she diapered me with 
three of Aunt Jane's diapers. She didn't say anything about the 
erect state of my penis! Then she slipped on a pair of the 
plastic pants. The first pair was too tight, and so she tried the 
next larger size. That was perfect. My Mom told me to stand up 
and look in the mirror. Wow! I looked just like a big baby! It 
was neat! My Mom paid the salesman for three pairs of white 
plastic pants and asked me if I wanted to change out of my 
diapers.
	"That's okay, Mom. Maybe I will just wear them home."
 I put my pants on over the three diapers, and now even my new 
pants were very tight. My Mom joked, "I guess we should have 
gotten you some bigger pants!"
	When I got home, I removed two of the diapers, but kept one 
on and put on a pair of my new plastic pants. Then I went out to 
see how Tommy was doing. Tommy was out in his backyard, and to my 
surprise he was dressed in nothing but a huge disposable diaper! 
When he saw me, he said, "Look what your great idea got me. Now 
my Mom says I have to wear nothing but diapers for a whole week 
and I can't use the toilet. She thinks I am wetting my bed on 
purpose!"
	"Well, you ARE wetting your bed on purpose! Won't she let 
you wear clothes over your diapers?" I asked.
	"No, she says if I am going to act like a baby, she is going 
to treat me like a baby. She made me eat baby food for 
breakfast!"
	"That kind of sounds like fun!" I said. "Just hang in there. 
At least you are getting to wear diapers."
	"Yeah, but school will be starting soon. I didn't want to 
have to wear diapers all the time.
I just wanted to wear them sometimes for fun," Tommy said.
	"I am wearing one myself now," I said. My Mom had Aunt Jane 
make me some, but first I had to go to the doctor and get a 
checkup! I guess we will have to call our gang the "Diaper 
Dudes."
	Tommy laughed, and said, "You know, I kind of like that 
name."
	"I have an idea," I said. "Why don't I bring Billy and David 
here and we can have an official meeting of the "Diaper Dudes?"
	"Sure, why not? I don't care if those other "Diaper Dudes" 
see me in a diaper!"
	I went and got Billy and David and told them I had a 
surprise for them.
	"It isn't a trick, is it?" asked Billy.
	"No, it isn't a trick, I said. Just follow me!"
	I led them over to Tommy's house and took them into the back 
yard. Tommy had set up his tent for the first official meeting of 
the "Diaper Dudes." Before we entered the tent, Tommy called out, 
"Everybody take off your pants! Only diapers are allowed inside!"
	Billy and David looked scared, so I took off my pants first 
to reveal my diapers and plastic pants. Then I told them to take 
off their pants too. When we were all clothed in only our 
diapers, we entered the tent. Billy and David turned pale when 
the saw Tommy in a diaper. I put my hand on their shoulders and 
told them it was okay and that we were starting a new official 
club called the "Diaper Dudes." Tommy told everyone to raise 
their right hands as we took an oath. We swore never to reveal 
any secrets of another club member and to never make fun of 
another boy for wearing diapers. Naturally we swore loyalty to 
the death and to give our lives in service to the "Diaper Dudes." 
Next was the initiation. We discussed what it should be and 
decided that we would all walk all the way down to the woods and 
back in only our diapers.
	We did this and didn't meet any older kids, but ran into two 
younger boys who stared at us.
	They were around three and four year's old. They were both 
out of diapers. I wondered if they would tell their mother about 
the big kids they saw in diapers! When we returned to Tommy's 
tent we decided to all wet and mess our diapers. Billy and David 
had, of course, already wet and messed in theirs, but did their 
best to produce. Before long we were all a wet and poopy mess!
Then I realized that I had better go wash my diaper and get the 
poop stains out because my Mom was only expecting me to use my 
diapers for bed-wetting! I scrubbed the diaper and got out most 
of the stains. Then I put the diaper in the dirty clothes' 
hamper.
	That night before bedtime, my mother came up to my room with 
two of my new diapers and a pair of plastic pants. She also had 
some baby powder. She told me to take my pants off, and then she 
proceeded to put baby powder on me. It felt so good! My penis was 
sticking straight up and about twice it's normal size! Then my 
Mom picked up my legs and put the diapers under my butt. Then she 
pinned them up tight and slid the plastic pants over them. Then 
she kissed me and said, "Now you won't have to worry about waking 
up in a cold bed. Sleep tight!"
	Later I heard my Mom and Dad talking. I heard my Dad say, "A 
boy wetting his bed is no big deal. I wet mine until I was 
sixteen!"
	When I woke up the next morning, my diapers were soaked! I 
was surprised but happy because that meant I really needed the 
diapers and wasn't just faking. I went downstairs, still wearing 
my wet diapers, and my Mom said, "Well how did you sleep? Are you 
wet?"
	"I slept great, Mom, and I am wet, but my bed is dry!"
	"That's good, Robby. I hope you don't mind having to wear 
diapers, though," she said.
	"No, Mom," I said. "I don't mind. They feel kind of good."
	"Do you want me to change you out of those wet diapers?" she 
asked.
	"Let's have breakfast first," I said. "I'm starving!"
 Just then my Dad walked in. It was Saturday and he didn't have 
to go to work, and so we all got to have breakfast together. 
"Don't let that bed wetting thing get you down, son. Lots of boys 
wet their beds for a long time. Aren't we lucky to have Aunt Jane 
to make custom diapers for you?"
	"Yes, we sure are lucky," I said. "Did you wet your bed when 
you were a kid?"
	"Well, son, I not only wet my bed until I was sixteen, but I 
wet and pooped in my pants until I was around ten years old. I 
think that I kind of liked it."
	"John, don't tell him that," my mother said.
	"I just want him to know that it is okay for a boy to feel 
that way," my Dad said.
	"Did your Mom let you wear diapers?" I asked.
	"Well, I had to wear about six pairs of underwear and rubber 
pants all the time," my Dad said. " That worked pretty well. I 
think I would have preferred diapers, though."
	After breakfast I went upstairs and my Mom took off my soggy 
diapers. "Boy, maybe that man at the store was right. Maybe you 
need to wear three diapers! I think I will have Aunt Jane make 
you some more!"
	After my Mom left the room, I went and got another diaper 
and plastic pants and put them on. I wondered what kind of 
adventures would be in store for the "Diaper Dudes" today!

The Diaper Dudes
Chapter Two

	For the next few days, the Diaper Dudes spent most of their 
time thinking up Diaper Games. We played "Diaper Indians" in the 
woods with nothing on but our diapers. We climbed trees with only 
diapers and no plastic pants, trying to see who would be the 
first one to start leaking. That meant that we each tried to get 
higher than everybody else! Tommy didn't have any plastic pants 
so we thought it was safe to let him be on top. Once, though, he 
leaked on me anyway! We played "Diaper Tag." where we had to tag 
each other's diapers, and we played "Capture the Diaper," which 
involved two teams each hiding a diaper and trying to keep the 
other team from finding and capturing it. At Tommy's insistence 
we even had "Diaper Boxing," which was just like normal boxing 
but in diapers, and you couldn't hit below the pins!" Since Tommy 
was wearing disposables, he didn't have any pins, but he still 
won. He didn't seem to beat me up as badly as he used to, though. 
The diapers seemed to have made him less of a bully for some 
reason. Tommy said that he was worried though, because his week 
of diaper "punishment" was almost up. I told him to just hang in 
there and keep wetting his bed. I told him that his mother would 
probably decide to keep him in diapers at night and then he could 
sneak some for daytime like I was doing. My sneaking days were 
about up though, as I would discover when I got home that day!
	"Robby, sit down," my Mom said. "I want to talk to you."
	"Uh-oh," I thought. "I am in for it now."
	"Robby, I noticed that there are a lot more diapers in the 
clothes hamper than I have been putting on you at night, and some 
of them look as if they have been pooped in and then washed out. 
Have you been using your diapers during the day, and wetting and 
messing in them?"
	What could I say? She had it exactly right. "Yes, Mom," I 
said, hanging my head.
	"Why have you been doing that, Robby?" my Mom asked.
	"I don't know," I said. I did know, but I didn't want to 
tell her that wearing diapers gave me boners!
	"Does it feel good to wear diapers and use them?" she asked 
gently.
	"Well, yes Mom, it really does. Do you think I am weird?"
	"No, Robby, I don't think you are weird. I asked your father 
about it and he said that you probably liked the feeling, just as 
he did when he was a boy. Wearing diapers is harmless enough. I 
just want you to feel, though that you can talk to me or Dad when 
you want to do something, rather than hiding it," she said.
	"You mean, it is okay for me to wear diapers during the day 
and use them?" I asked.
	"Well, it makes for a little more laundry, but I don't see 
anything wrong with it. Are you wearing one now?" my Mom asked.
	"Well, actually I am," I said.
	"I think you need to be changed, too, by the smell of you! 
Hop up on the bed."
	I couldn't believe it! My Mom took off my pants and my 
soiled diaper, cleaned me with some baby wipes, powdered me, and 
proceeded to put two clean white diapers on me. She pinned them 
on much better than I did.
	"Just let me know when you need a change. I think it is 
better if I change you. That way I will know you are being 
cleaned off properly, and also, I can soak the diapers in some 
stain remover. I guess we should have Aunt Jane make you another 
dozen since you want to wear them all the time. Are you going to 
wear them when you start school again?" she asked.
	"Well, I hadn't really thought about it," I said. "Maybe I 
will just wear them at home."
	"Okay," she said. "I guess you are my little boy again! I 
think I will kind of enjoy that myself!"
	I threw my arms around my Mom and said, "I love you Mommy!"
	My Mom hugged me back and said, "I love you too, Robby. 
Diapers or no diapers!"
	When my Dad got home that night, he smiled at me and said, 
"I guess you are a chip off the old block. You are lucky to get 
to wear diapers. I had to get by with all that extra underwear!"
	After dinner, he asked me if I wanted to play catch, that is 
if I could run well enough with my two thick diapers on!
	"Just watch me!" I said.
	Meanwhile, at Tommy's house things were going differently. 
When Tommy walked in his house his Mom said, "Well, I have good 
news for you. You used the last diaper in that package so we are 
going to let you go back to wearing pants. I hope that this has 
cured you of wanting to wet your bed."
	"But Mom," his sister Maureen said, "Maybe he can't help 
it!"
	"You stay out of this Young Lady, " her mother said.
	Tommy's father had just walked in and wanted to know what 
was going on. When his wife told him he said, "Nobody likes a 
bed-wetter, son. I know because I was one myself. My father 
started beating me with his belt every time I wet my bed and I 
finally quit doing it."
	"You are just going to have to buckle down and grow up. You 
can make yourself wake up when you have to pee if you really want 
to."
	"I'll try, Dad," Tommy lied. Tommy hoped that his father 
wouldn't try the belt "treatment" on him, though.
	Tommy wet his bed that night. He didn't even have to try to 
do it. After almost a week of wearing diapers full time, he 
actually peed in his sleep. He was really surprised. He got up 
and stripped his bed. Then he put the sheets in the washing 
machine and started it. His mother came in and said, "Well, I 
guess it happened again!"
	"Yes, Mom," Tommy said. "I really couldn't help it."
	"I don't know what to do with you, Tommy. I guess maybe I 
had better take you to the doctor and see what he says about 
this," his Mom said.
	Tommy's mother called the doctor's office and they told her 
that they had just had a cancellation and to come right in.
	The doctor examined Tommy and could find nothing physically 
wrong with him.
	"Boys often simply take longer to mature physically in the 
way that makes them wake up when they need to urinate. It is not 
unusual for this to continue for quite some time, even in some 
cases into adolescence. There is a medicine that helps in some 
cases but it does not always work and it also has some 
undesirable side-effects. I will be happy to give you a 
prescription if you decide to try it, but many parents just deal 
with the situation by letting their sons wear diapers until they 
outgrow the problem."
	"I think we will try the medicine first if you don't mind, 
Doctor," Tommy's mother said.
	Tommy groaned inwardly.
	"Fine," said the doctor. " I will write you a prescription 
for thirty pills. He should take one at bedtime. It will probably 
make his mouth dry, and cause constipation. It makes some boys 
sleepy and others nervous. If he has any other symptoms be sure 
to call me."
	Tommy and his mother stopped at the pharmacy on the way 
home. Tommy hoped that his mother would buy some more diapers 
too, but she didn't!
	After Tommy got home he went to see Robby. He told him about 
his visit with the doctor. They both had the same pediatrician 
and Robby told Tommy that the doctor had told his mother pretty 
much the same thing about his bed-wetting.
	"Yeah, but I have to take the PILLS!" he complained. "Your 
Mom is so nice ! She just lets you wear diapers because you want 
to!"
	"Your Mom is nice too. Remember how she always takes us to 
the beach? Just keep wetting your bed and she will think that the 
pills aren't working and get you diapers."
	"You know, you are not too dumb for a dumb seven year old," 
Tommy said.
	So Tommy took the pills, got the dry mouth, and kept wetting 
his bed. After four days he got a terrible stomach-ache because 
he was so constipated from the medicine. His mother looked at him 
and said, "Come on. We are going over to see Aunt Jane. I hear 
she made some diapers for Billy and David. If you are going to be 
needing them for a while I think we should get cloth ones."
	Tommy was so happy his stomach-ache got much better! On Aunt 
Jane's advice Tommy's mother took him to the medical supply store 
for plastic pants. The same clerk that had waited on Robby was 
there and he measured Tommy to determine the correct size since 
he didn't have his diapers yet. By that evening Aunt Jane had 
already made him six diapers and promised six more by the next 
day.
	When they got home, Tommy called Robby right away.
	"I got diapers!" he said. "I got real "Aunt Jane" diapers 
too! I don't have to take those dumb pills anymore either!"
	"Awesome!" Robby said. "Now the "Diaper Dudes" will be 
decked out right! Let's call a meeting tomorrow morning to 
celebrate. I'll call Billy and David. Aunt Jane just made them 
some brand new diapers. I'll tell them to wear their best 
"threads"! Make sure the tent is up!"
	"Good idea," Tommy said. "I think we ought to think about 
building a clubhouse in the woods, though. My sister is getting 
curious about our meetings!"
	"Uh-oh," I said. "Maybe you're right. Let's discuss it at 
the meeting."
	The next morning I went over to Tommy's and we waited in the 
tent for Billy and David. At last they showed up, but when they 
came into the tent Tommy said, "Boy! You guys smell really ripe! 
Didn't you get a change this morning?"
	"Our Mommy is sick this morning and couldn't change us," 
Billy said.
	"Did she change you before you went to bed?" I asked.
	"She fell asleep on the couch before bedtime so we just 
stayed in the same diapers," David said.
	I said, "Let's go over to your house and get some clean 
diapers. We can go over to my house and get my Mom to change you. 
We can't start our meeting with you being that stinky already!"
	We went over to Billy and David's house and I heard their 
mother throwing up in the bathroom. They got their diapers and we 
went to my house.
	"Mom, Billy and David need a diaper change bad and their 
Mommy is sick. Can you change them?"
	"Oh dear," my Mom said. "Of course I can change them."
	My Mom had them lie down and she stripped off their pants 
and diapers. They each had a really bad rash. My Mom cleaned them 
off and rubbed ointment all over the rash. Then she powdered them 
and put on the new diapers that Aunt Jane had made for them.
	"Now boys," she said, "We need to help you to get rid of 
those nasty rashes, so be sure to tell your Mommy when you need a 
change, and if your Mommy is not feeling well you just bring your 
clean diapers over here and I will change you. Okay?"
	"Okay. Thanks, Mrs. Cunningham," Billy said.
	Billy and David's parents were divorced and their father 
lived way out in California and showed no interest in seeing his 
boys, although he did send money for their support. Their mother 
had been a nurse but had quit her job to stay home take care of 
her boys. I don't think I ever saw her "taking care" of Billy and 
David. She was generally in front of the TV set drinking orange 
juice or she was asleep. I asked my Mom why Mrs. Peterson drank 
so much orange juice and my Mom said that Mrs. Peterson added 
something to it that made her sleep a lot. I couldn't understand 
why someone would want to be sleepy all the time, but my Mom said 
that Mrs. Peterson couldn't help it.
	Now that Billy and David were in their nice clean diapers we 
went back down to Tommy's tent to start the meeting and of course 
get our diapers wet and messy again! Tommy wanted to talk about 
making a "clubhouse" in the woods. We had made "forts" there 
before but the older kids always raided them and knocked them 
down. Of course, we knocked their forts down too!
This could be a problem because Dennis and Vinny were going to be 
back from summer camp tomorrow.
	"Let's make a tee-pee!" little David said.
	"You know, that's not a bad idea," I said. I have a book 
that shows how to do it. We could take it down when we are not 
using it and hide it! All we need is an old sheet and some bamboo 
poles."
	"I have the bamboo," said Tommy. "We have a ton of it 
growing in the yard. I think we have some old sheets in the 
garage that my Dad uses for drop cloths. We could use one of 
those."
	We got the bamboo and the sheet and also some rope and went 
to my house to look at my book. It showed how to cut the sheet to 
the right shape. We drew a line on the sheet that looked roughly 
like the pattern in the book and set off for the woods to see how 
our Teepee would work.
	We tied the bamboo poles together and put the sheet on top. 
It looked pretty good to us. Then we got inside for a "Diaper 
Pow-wow." Tommy said that he wished he could figure out how to 
get his Mom to let him wear diapers during the day so he wouldn't 
have to sneak them, but since they were just getting used to him 
needing diapers at night we decided that he should just settle 
for that for the time being. School would be starting next week . 
Billy and David would be starting Kindergarten. Billy hadn't 
started last year because of his wetting and pooping problem but 
his Mom called the school and they said it would be okay for both 
boys to wear diapers and that the school nurse could change them 
if they needed it. I had pretty much decided to not wear diapers 
to school because of the likelihood of being mercilessly teased 
by the other kids.
	After we had played and wet and pooped our diapers as much 
as possible we took down our tee-pee and stashed it under a 
fallen tree. We covered it with branches and checked to make sure 
it was well hidden. Then we all went home for lunch. Billy and 
David came to my house because their mother was still sick. My 
Mom lined us up on her bed after putting a plastic sheet on it 
and took off all our pants and diapers. Then she cleaned us up, 
one at a time, and put ointment on Billy and David and baby oil 
on me. Then she powdered us all liberally. All of our wieners 
were big and throbbing! After my Mom had finished with us she 
went down to the kitchen to fix our lunch.
	"My wienie is really big!" said Billy.
	"Mine, too," I said. You have to rub it now and it will feel 
really good!"
	We all started to rub ourselves vigorously and continued 
that "game" until my Mom called us for lunch. She gave us hot 
dogs and I looked at Billy and he started to giggle.
	"What is so funny, boys" my Mom asked.
	"It's nothing, Mom. Billy was just remembering a joke I told 
him."
	"Oh, I see," said my Mom, even though I knew she didn't!
	After lunch, Tommy called. He said, "We just got a computer! 
Come over and see it!"
	My parents had talked about getting a computer but hadn't 
done it yet, so naturally I was really excited about Tommy's. We 
had both used one in school and so we knew how to use the mouse 
and everything, but Tommy said that they had gotten an Internet 
account and neither of us had ever been on the Internet. Billy 
and David had never used a computer at all. There was so much to 
do on the computer that we didn't know where to start. We hit the 
connect button to get on the Internet and all the news and sports 
came up. Then Tommy saw the "search" box.
	"What should we search for?" he asked us.
	"Diapers?" asked David.
	"Why not?" said Tommy and typed "Diapers" in the box.
	There were about a million links I think but as we looked 
through them we saw some about teenagers and even adults who like 
wearing diapers. We clicked on some of them and found stories 
about kids like us who wore diapers for fun. We were really 
surprised. We thought that we had thought this up on our own and 
were the only ones in the world! We figured out how to download 
the stories and printed a bunch of them. I decided to ask my 
parents about getting a computer.
	When I got home my Dad was already home from work.
	"Hi, Dad!" I said. "Guess what! Tommy got a computer!"
	"Oh, he did, did he? Is it only his or is it for his whole 
family?" he asked.
	"Well, it is for his whole family, but mostly Tommy and 
Maureen will use it because their Dad has one at work and his Mom 
isn't into computers yet," I said.
	"I guess you are wondering when we will get one too," my Dad 
said.
	"Well, yes. I was sort of hoping we could get one. Can we, 
Dad?" I asked.
	"I tell you what. I will get us a computer, but I don't want 
you wasting all your time playing games on it. I want you to do 
your schoolwork and play outside. We will see how it goes and if 
I find that you are wasting too much time we will decide when and 
for how long you can use it. Is that a deal?"
	"Sure Dad! That will be great! I won't waste time on it. 
Don't worry."
	"Okay. We will go to the computer store this weekend and 
pick one out. Remember, you have to share it with your Mom and 
me."
	"Okay, Dad. That is fine with me. Yippee!" I said.
	The next day we went down to the woods for another Diaper 
Dudes meeting. We set up our tee-pee again and read some of the 
stories that we had gotten off the Internet. We had to read them 
aloud because Billy and David couldn't read yet. Then we climbed 
trees and made bows and arrows from branches and pretended we 
were shooting cowboys. Then we heard a noise on the path near 
where our tee-pee was standing. Dennis and Vinny were back! They 
weren't in the woods to admire the wildlife. They were looking 
for trouble. They saw our tee-pee and went inside. Our diaper 
stories were in there. I heard them snickering and then it was 
really quiet for awhile. Then we heard some funny noises like 
groaning and we thought they might be sick. A little while later 
they came out and they looked kind of winded. Dennis had our 
stories in his hand. The two were brothers and they were a lot 
older than us. Dennis was twelve and Vinny was thirteen.
	They always tried to look and act like hoodlums. I had seen 
them smoking cigarettes in the woods and once they were even 
drinking beer! Tommy once told me that his biggest wish was to be 
able to beat up Dennis! They looked at our tee-pee and laughed. 
Then they ripped off the sheet and tore it in two. They took the 
bamboo poles and fired them into the woods like spears.
Then they started searching for us!
	"Run!" Tommy said, and we started running. Dennis and Vinny 
were a lot faster. They let Billy and David go but they nailed 
Tommy and me. We still only had our diapers on!
	"Wow! Look at the big babies in diapers! Do you drink from a 
bottle too, or do you suck on your Mommy's nippie?"
	They took the ropes from what was left of our tee-pee and 
tied us each to a tree.
	"Let's go home and get our camera and come back and take 
their picture," Vinny said.
	"I don't know," said Dennis. They are so ugly it might break 
the camera!"
	"Oh, come on," said Vinny. "We will be able to blackmail 
them!"
	They left to get their camera, but when they were out of 
sight Billy and David came out of the bushes.
	"I figured we had better hang around to rescue you," Billy 
said. "We Diaper Dudes have to stick together!"
	Billy and David untied us and after retrieving our clothes 
we went back to Tommy's house to meet in his tent.
	"I wish those guys would go to boarding school!" I said.
	"I think they should go to reform school!" Tommy said.
	He went up to his room and got two old sheriff's badges and 
when he returned to the tent he pinned them on Billy and David's 
diapers.
	"I hereby award you Diaper Dudes the "Meritorious Diaper 
Service Medal" for saving our lives today!" he said to them. 
Tommy had sure changed!

	The Diaper Dudes
	Chapter 3

	On Saturday morning Dad, Mom and I got in our van and headed 
for the computer store. Dad had checked all the sales and knew 
what he wanted to buy. I couldn't believe all the computer stuff 
they had! My Mom looked at software while my Dad got the 
computer. She picked out some educational software for me that 
actually looked like fun, and she got some desktop publishing 
software for herself. Then we paid for it all and hauled it out 
to the car. Boy was I excited! As soon as we got home my Dad got 
all the stuff out of the boxes and proceeded to set it up as I 
watched. There sure were a lot of plugs! Then we fired it up and 
tried it out. Everything seemed to be working fine, so my Dad put 
in a disk from an Internet provider and proceeded to sign us up. 
He cautioned me that there was a lot of bad stuff on the Internet 
as well as a lot of good stuff. He told me that if any site said 
"Adults Only", it was strictly off limits. Any violation of this 
rule would result in my being grounded from the computer for an 
indefinite period of time. I asked him what was on those sites 
and he said that it was "mostly garbage". He told me again that 
this was a firm rule and he would not tolerate any violations at 
all. The sites we had found on Tommy's computer were not "Adults 
Only" so I decided to stick to those and the links that were 
given. I certainly didn't want to lose my computer privileges! 
The first thing I did, of course, was to E-mail Tommy and tell 
him that I was now officially "on-line"! I wanted to wait until 
my Dad was not around before checking out the diaper sites, 
although I thought I might show them to him later. After a while 
my Dad went out to mow the lawn and I "Surfed the Net." I 
accidentally came to some of the "Adult" sites but just left when 
the message came up. It made me feel good to see that their were 
so many kids like Tommy and me who liked to wear diapers. I hoped 
we could set up a "Diaper Dudes" web site at some point. I had no 
idea how to do it, but hoped I might learn how at school in our 
computer classes.
	School started on Monday. I was just starting second grade. 
It felt funny to not be in a diaper when I left for school. I 
wore my old pants that were not so loose since I didn't have the 
extra bulk. Billy, David and Tommy were on the school bus with 
me. Billy and David were really excited about their first day of 
school. I hoped that their Mom had changed them this morning! 
They each had a backpack and I figured they contained extra 
diapers to give to the nurse. I wished that Tommy was in my class 
but he was in third grade. So far I didn't have any close friends 
that were in the same grade as me.
	My first day of second grade went pretty well until my last 
class before lunch time. That was computer class which was my 
favorite. The only trouble was that I became really absorbed in 
what I was doing until suddenly I noticed that I was peeing! I 
stopped, but it was already too late. The front of my pants was 
soaked and the pee was running down my legs and making a small 
puddle on the floor! I sat there trying to act like nothing was 
wrong and nobody noticed. When the bell rang, I just stayed in my 
chair and pretended I was finishing something. Then the teacher 
said, "Robby, didn't you hear the bell ring for lunch?"
	"Well, uh, the thing is Mr. Johnson, I had an accident."
	Mr. Johnson came over to my desk and saw what was wrong.
	"Don't worry about it Robby. Just go to the nurse and she 
will call your Mom. I'll clean up for you here."
	"Thanks, Mr. Johnson," I said. "I'm really sorry."
	 "Boy, at this rate they will bump me back to Kindergarten!" 
I thought, as I walked to the nurses office. A few kids saw me 
and stared at my wet pants and a couple whispered to each other 
and snickered. When I got to the nurses office I told her that I 
had accidentally wet my pants, although she could easily see that 
for herself. She asked me for my phone number and told me to wait 
in the back room for my mother. I heard my Mom arrive and she 
talked to the nurse for a few minutes.
	"Robby, I brought your diapers and your big pants," she 
said.
	"But Mom, I just had an accident! I promise I'll be more 
careful from now on," I said.
	"Robby, you have been wearing diapers all the time at home. 
It is only natural that your body will forget to 'hold it' when 
you are in school. In order to avoid more accidents, I think that 
you had better wear them in school too," my Mom said. "Nurse 
Williams says that she will be happy to change you at lunch time 
every day. She says that she does that for several boys."
	I had mixed feelings about this. I was worried about the 
teasing from the other kids but I was getting hard thinking about 
wearing diapers to school and getting changed by the nurse.
	"So what do you say, Robby? Will it be diapers full-time, or 
do you want to try to stop wearing them in the daytime 
completely?"
	I sure didn't want to quit wearing diapers so I said, "I 
guess I will wear them in school too."
	Then my Mom put my diapers and plastic pants on me and I 
went to my science class. My larger jeans made the diapers 
relatively inconspicuous although I did look a bit chubby. Since 
I had my diapers on now I started using them right away. I just 
let the pee come out naturally all the time as I had become used 
to at home. It was such a great feeling! It just kept tickling my 
balls whenever a little came out. When the teacher called a 
lavatory break I didn't know quite what to do. I went into a 
stall and pretended I had to poop. I took my pants down and sat 
on the toilet with my diapers on. Then I realized I really did 
have to poop, so I did it in my diaper. I was worried about the 
smell but it really felt good. It was so warm and squishy!
	I went back to class and sat down at my desk and squashed 
the poop some more.
	"Somebody farted bad!" the kid next to me said loudly.
	"Yeah, I smell it too," said another boy nearby. "Was it 
you, Cunningham?"
	"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. "I bet it 
was you!"
	This started a back and forth series of insults and the 
teacher finally stopped and said, "Do you boys have something you 
want to share with the class?"
	"Yeah, Cunningham has some big-time farts to share!" the 
first boy said.
	"Phillip, you go to the principal's office. In the future 
you will address me as Mr. Farrell, and you will say 'yes', not 
'yeah'. Also, insulting another student in that manner will not 
be tolerated. Is that clear?"
	"Uh, yes Mr. Farrell," Phillip said.
	I sat with Tommy on the school bus and whispered to him what 
had happened that day. He whispered back, "That's not fair. You 
get to be a full-time Diaper Dude and I have to sneak diapers 
just to wear them at home in the daytime."
	After school the Diaper Dudes met in Tommy's tent. I talked 
about how good it felt to be wearing a diaper and using it in 
school. Tommy complained that his mother would never let him do 
that. Billy and David talked about how good Nurse Williams was at 
changing diapers.
	 "She gets them on so tight!" said David. " When my Mommy 
puts them on they are always wanting to fall off!" They invented 
a new game where one person would count to a hundred and 
everybody would try to wet and poop in their diapers. The first 
one to succeed would yell "I'm a Wet and Poopy Diaper Dude!" and 
would be the winner. Anyone who had failed at the end of the 
count had to say, "I'm a Dumb Diaper Dud!" After a couple of 
rounds of this they heard giggling outside Tommy's tent. Tommy 
opened the flat and Maureen and her friend Carol were listening 
outside the tent.
	"You boys are so weird!" Maureen said.
	"Are you going to tell Mom?" Tommy asked.
	"I won't, on one condition," Maureen said.
	"What's the condition?" Tommy asked suspiciously.
	"You have to let us change your diapers," Maureen replied.
	"No way!" Tommy said. "You're not changing MY diapers!"
	"Well then, let Carol change your diaper and I'll change the 
other boys'." Maureen said.
	"I don't know----" Tommy said.
	"Let them do it, Tommy," I said. "I think it will be fun!"
	I went home and got some of my diapers and Billy and David 
got some of theirs. Tommy had to sneak another two from his room.
	The two girls had never diapered anything but dolls, so this 
was an exciting experience for them. They told us to kick and 
squirm like real babies. I got REALLY hard while Maureen was 
changing me. I really did kind of have a crush on her even though 
she was eleven years old and in sixth grade. She spent a little 
more time rubbing in the baby oil than I was used to as well!
	"Does your Mom let you wear diapers?" Carol asked.
	"Yes. She does," I said. "She caught me sneaking them during 
the day and said it was okay for me to wear them."
	"He's lucky," Tommy said. "My Mom would never let me do 
that."
	Maureen said, "I don't know why not. With all the skid marks 
I have seen on your underwear I think you need them. Why don't 
you just start having more "accidents" in your pants? Then she 
will probably MAKE you wear them."
	"That's a good idea," I said. " Some guys on the Internet 
said that worked for them. Their Moms just got tired of their 
pants getting wrecked from the stains and made them wear diapers. 
They said they took some laxatives that gave them diarrhea and 
just kept having 'accidents' until they got put in diapers."
	"Maybe I will try that," Tommy said.
	"Just don't take too many," I said. I heard some kids say 
they made them really sick!"
	"Don't worry," Tommy said. I don't want to be out from 
school with a tummy-ache. I am learning a lot in my computer 
class."
	Well, Tommy went inside and took some Castor Oil. He must 
have been sensitive to it because within an hour he already had 
to poop really bad. He let some go in his pants and it was pretty 
loose. He held the rest of it because he wanted to have a big 
"accident" during dinner.
	After another hour his Mom called him down to dinner. He 
really had to go bad by this time!
	He sat down and began to eat. Then all of a sudden he could 
hold it no longer and it all came out with one loud pooping 
sound. It went though his pants and ran down his legs.
	"Yechhh!" said Maureen. "That is the grossest thing I have 
ever seen! You need to be in diapers!"
	"I just didn't feel it coming," said Tommy.
	 His Mom said, "You are too big to be doing that. You go 
take a shower, wash out those pants and come back down here and 
mop the floor!"
	"Okay Mom. I'm sorry," said Tommy.
	Tommy showered and washed out his pants. They he cleaned up 
the kitchen floor. It was more work than he wanted to do for the 
privilege of wearing diapers. He wished that he could just tell 
his parents the truth. He was jealous of Robby because his 
parents let him wear diapers. He was even jealous of Billy and 
David whose mother just was too drunk all the time to even try to 
toilet train them. He went and took another dose of Castor Oil.. 
Before long his bowel started to churn again. He let go in his 
second pair of pants. Then he went downstairs, dripping poop as 
he went, and said, "Mom, I just had another accident. I think I 
am sick or something."
	"Oh no!" his Mom said. "Well, don't move until I get you an 
old towel."
	She got him a towel and told him to go into the bathroom and 
take another shower.
	"Don't get dressed when you are finished. Just call me," she 
said.
	"Tommy took his shower and called his Mom. She came in 
carrying two of his diapers and his plastic pants.
	"I had better put these on you now," she said. "I'll change 
you before bedtime it you need it."
	The next morning Tommy still had the runs. His Mom asked him 
if he wanted to stay home from school, but he said, "I don't want 
to get behind the other kids already!"
	His Mom said, "I think you had better wear your diapers to 
school then. I will give you a note for your teacher and for the 
school nurse. You can bring some extra diapers in case you need 
to be changed. I'm sorry you aren't feeling well but I am glad to 
see you being so conscientious about school."
	So Tommy went off to school in his diapers. It was lucky he 
had them on, too, because he pooped in them several times that 
morning. He went to see the nurse at recess for a diaper change. 
Tommy was such a mess that he was kind of embarrassed to have the 
nurse change him.
	"Don't worry Tommy," nurse Williams said. "I do this all the 
time. It doesn't bother me at all. It is just part of being a 
nurse.:
	She cleaned Tommy up and then rubbed baby oil on him. His 
Mom had not been doing that and it felt really good!" His penis 
swelled and stiffened. The nurse didn't linger there though, not 
wanting to over-stimulate Tommy. She sprinkled him with baby 
powder and diapered him up. Then she slid his plastic pants on 
him. Tommy could have done that by himself, but Nurse Williams 
must have sensed that he would enjoy having her do it for him. I 
walked into the nurse's office just as she was finishing with 
Tommy. I gave him a "thumbs-up" signal and he winked at me.
	After school, Tommy went home and saw that his father was 
back from a business trip.
	His Dad said, "Well, I hear we had to send you to school in 
diapers today."
	"Uh, yes Dad. I had a bad case of the runs."
	"I used to have pooping accidents all the time when I was 
your age. It must run in the family along with bed-wetting. I 
guess you will outgrow it like I did."
	"Oh, boy, " he thought. "This just may work after all. After 
all, Dad pooped in his pants, too!"
	Tommy took it easy on the Castor oil that night. He just 
took enough so that he could still be appearing to have 
"accidents." The next morning his Mom asked him if he was ready 
to go to school without his diapers.
	 "I think I had better wear them, Mom. I messed my diaper 
big time in my sleep last night."
	"Oh, so you did!" she said after checking him. "Well, go 
take a shower and I'll diaper you when you are done."
	Before his mother diapered him, she brought out a bottle of 
baby oil. "I thought that we had better use this so you don't get 
a diaper rash," she said.
	Tommy was kind of embarrassed about getting an erection from 
his Mom rubbing baby oil on him, but she didn't say anything 
about it.
	After a few days, Tommy was really getting used to wearing 
diapers all the time. His mother was becoming concerned about his 
accidents, though. His stools had gotten less runny but he still 
kept pooping in his diapers. She spoke to her husband about it.
	He said, "Maybe the kid just likes wearing diapers. Why not 
just let him do it until he gets tired of it?"
	"What if he never gets tired of it?" she asked.
	"Well, I'd rather have him wearing diapers than doing 
drugs," Tommy's Dad said. "I say we just shouldn't make a big 
deal out of it. He has been better behaved lately than I have 
ever seen him."
	"I may be going to work though, and not be able to change 
him all the time."
	"Well, you might want to teach Maureen to do it. She is 
pretty mature for her age."
	"Tommy would never let Maureen change his diapers," his wife 
said.
	"He will get used to it," Tommy's Dad said. "Do you mind 
having to change his diapers?"
	"Actually, I find that I am kind of enjoying changing his 
diapers again," his wife said.
	So Tommy just kept wearing diapers day and night along with 
Billy, David and me.
	After school we would meet down in our tent clubhouse and 
Maureen and Carol would change us prior to our various diaper 
games. Sometimes we would go on the Internet and find more diaper 
stories and print them up. The girls never hung around for that, 
being only interested in changing our diapers. Tommy still 
wouldn't let Maureen change his diapers, but soon he would have 
to.
	Tommy's mother called him and told him that she had gotten a 
part-time job.
	"I will be leaving very early in the morning and since you 
will need your diaper changed before school, I asked Maureen if 
she would mind changing you. She said that she would be glad to 
do it. I think you are lucky to have such a nice sister," Tommy's 
Mom said.
	"Aw Mom!" Tommy complained.
	"Now listen young man, we are indulging you a lot lately. 
You had better just be grateful and stop complaining."
	"Okay, Mom," Tommy agreed. He was not looking forward to 
being changed by his own sister, though.
	 The next morning Tommy's sister woke him up and told him it 
was time to change his diapers and get ready for school. Tommy 
groaned. Maureen put down a changing pad and began to unpin 
Tommy's diapers. They were wet and poopy. Maureen didn't say 
anything, though. She just got some baby wipes and began to clean 
Tommy up. She was singing to herself while she did it. Tommy was 
really surprised. He thought she would tease him and make him 
feel miserable, but instead she seemed to be enjoying the task. 
After Tommy was clean Maureen poured baby oil into her hand and 
had Tommy turn on his stomach so that she could rub it into his 
butt. Then she powdered his behind and turned him over again. She 
poured more baby oil into her hand and rubbed it lightly into 
Tommy's balls and penis. It really felt nice. She didn't overdo 
it or anything but Tommy got an erection anyway. Maureen didn't 
tease him about it, though. She just powdered it and got the 
diapers out of his drawer.
	"How many do you wear to school?" She asked Tommy.
	"I always wear two," Tommy said.
	"I think you should wear three," Maureen said.
	"If I wear three, my pants won't fit," Tommy said.
	"Well, okay. Two it is, but I am going to ask Mom to get you 
some bigger pants so I can diaper you up thicker."
	"The kids in school are already getting suspicious," I said.
	"If they don't like it that is their tough luck," Maureen 
said. "I bet a lot of them would wear diapers if they could. Now 
is it so bad letting me change you?"
	"Well, no," Tommy said. "Actually you do it pretty well."
	Maureen smiled and smacked him lightly on the butt. Then 
they both had breakfast and went to catch the school bus.
	
The Diaper Dudes
Chapter 4
	
	Up until now, our classmates did not know that we wore 
diapers although several of them were suspicious. We each had to 
go to the nurses office once a day for a change and again after 
school to pick up our soiled diapers. The diapers were in a 
plastic bag which we placed in our backpacks, but there was still 
some odor escaping if they had been pooped in. So far gym classes 
had not been a problem because we were not using uniforms or 
showering yet. On Monday however, all the students except those 
in Kindergarten got notes to their parents saying that uniforms 
would be required the following week. Also, all students would 
have to shower after gym class unless they had a medical excuse. 
Tommy and I knew that our thick cloth diapers would show under 
the light-weight gym shorts. I gave my note to my Mom when I got 
home and told her I was worried gym class.
	"Robby, if you are going to wear diapers you will just have 
to accept the fact that people will find out about it. Some of 
them will like you anyway and others will tease you. That is just 
the way life is," my Mom said.
	"But Mom," I said, "How am I going to take a shower with my 
diapers on?"
	"I will write you an excuse so that you won't have to take 
showers," she said. "Let's go down to the place where they sell 
the uniforms and get you fixed up."
	We went to the uniform store and I tried on shorts over my 
diapers. The diapers were very conspicuous even with large 
shorts. I got as large a shirt as possible to help cover them up.
	Tommy and his Mom walked into the store as my Mom and I were 
leaving.
	"What did your Mom say?" Tommy whispered.
	"She said I don't have to take showers anyway," I said. "Get 
big shorts and a real long shirt," I suggested.
	Tommy was having mixed feelings. He was very athletic and 
would always get picked first for the teams or be the captain. 
How would the kids and coach treat him when they saw that he was 
wearing diapers? He knew that he didn't want to quit wearing 
them, though, so he did as I suggested and got baggy shorts and a 
long shirt.
	The following Monday we each had a gym class. We decided to 
wear our gym shorts under our regular pants to avoid having to 
expose our diapers and plastic pants to the other kids.
	My class was before lunch and Tommy's was after lunch. I 
found my locker and stripped down to my gym shorts. The kids next 
to me were already staring at me.
	"How come you wore your shorts under your pants?" one of 
them asked.
	"I just felt like it," I replied.
	"You look like you are wearing diapers," another kid said.
	I didn't say anything. I just put my long shirt on.
	The first thing we had to do was run around the playing 
field. My gym shorts didn't hold my diapers up very well and I 
had to keep hiking them up.
	"Hey Diaper Dick," one kid yelled at me as he passed me. 
"Did your Mommie forget to put your onesie on?"
	I blushed crimson red, but I gritted my teeth and kept 
running. Next we were going to play touch football. The coach 
picked two big guys for captains and they started choosing their 
teams. I was picked last. As a matter of fact, the captain 
refused to pick me.
	"Coach, that kid is wearing DIAPERS!" He said.
	 "Never mind, Rusty, you have to pick him anyway," the coach 
said.
	Rusty groaned and said, "Oh okay."
	Now I was a pretty good touch football player, but the 
diapers did slow me down some. Then the other kids caught on to 
my diapers and when I had the ball they started trying to grab 
them. When they would succeed everyone would start laughing. I 
don't think the coach had too much sympathy for me, but he wanted 
the kids to play the game right.
	"The next one that grabs Robby's diaper----er I mean his 
butt, gets to take a long cold shower. I want to see some serious 
football out here!"
	I was wanting to cry by the time the class was over, but I 
didn't want to prove to all the kids that I was a wimp. I tried 
to think of how much I enjoyed my diapers, and how a lot of the 
kids that were laughing at me might enjoy wearing diapers if they 
had a chance. Then I went and joined Tommy for lunch.
	"Hey, man, you don't look so good. How did it go?" Tommy 
asked.
	"The worst!" I said. " They all knew right away. I learned a 
new version of touch football that the Diaper Dudes can use 
though."
	"Uh-oh," said Tommy. "Maybe I will ditch my diapers before 
the class!"
	"Maybe you should," I said. "It is too late for me, though. 
I am marked for life!"
	"Forget it," Tommy said. "On second thought, we are in this 
together. I am going to wear my diapers. The other kids know 
better than to mess with me."
	So Tommy went to his gym class fully diapered. A lot of kids 
stared at him and one of them even said, "Hey stink butt! Did you 
leave your bottle at home?"
	Tommy turned to face him and said, "What did you say, kid?"
	"Uh, nothing," the kid said when he saw the look on Tommy's 
face. Tommy was a pretty big kid for his age. The coach picked 
Tommy for one of the captains. Some of the other kids started 
grumbling about that. Tommy picked them first.
	"You had better play your best for this team or we will have 
a little talk after the class," Tommy said to them.
	Tommy played really good touch football even though he was 
wearing diapers. The other kids were afraid to make fun of him, 
at least to his face. After the class was over, Tommy was getting 
dressed when a kid named Steve came up to him.
	"Hi, I'm Steve," he said. "Hey I hope you don't mind my 
asking but why do you wear diapers? Do you have to or just want 
to."
	Tommy said, "Well, that is kind of personal. Why do you 
ask?"
	Steve said, "Well, it's just that I always kind of wished I 
could still wear diapers."
	Tommy said, "Meet me after school at the bus and we'll 
talk."
	After school, Steve met Tommy at the bus. Tommy told him 
about the "Diaper Dudes" and offered to let him come to a 
meeting.
	"We will have to put a diaper on you before you can come 
into our 'clubhouse' though," Tommy said. "We have some girls 
that will be glad to diaper you."
	"Wow!" Steve said. "That sounds too cool! Can I come 
tomorrow? I need to ask my parents first. I won't tell them about 
the diapers, though."
	"Sure," said Tommy. "You are really going to have some fun!"
	The Diaper Dudes met in the tent after school that day and 
Tommy told us about Steve. We were excited about initiating a new 
member to our club. Tommy and I told Billy and David about our 
experiences in gym class.
	 "You guys had better prepare yourselves for some kidding if 
you decide to stay in diapers next year! Maybe we should all take 
some Karate lessons!"
	Tommy said, "Just don't let them see that they are getting 
to you. If you ignore them they will stop. If that doesn't work 
you just face them and say, "I'm sorry. What did you say?" and 
nine times out of ten they will back down. I know how bullies 
work. I used to be one myself!"
	I thought that it was easy for Tommy to say because he was a 
big guy for his age and I was a little small. Still, I decided 
that I would try doing what he said.
	We got on the Internet and printed up some more diaper 
stories to show to Steve the next day and then we had to go do 
homework. I was enjoying school this year. It was fun having more 
than one teacher. Mr. Johnson taught computers and he had been 
really nice about my accident in his class. Mr. Farrell taught 
Math and Science and he was nice too. I had a lady teacher named 
Mrs. Rosenberg for English and Geography. I liked all of my 
courses except I had trouble with my handwriting. I had to really 
work at making it legible especially since we started writing in 
script. I was learning to type on the computer and I looked 
forward to when I could do my assignments on that.
	After school the next day Steve came home with us on the 
bus. We all went into Tommy's house where Maureen and Carol were 
looking forward to diapering him. They gave him the full 
treatment ----baby oil, powder and three diapers with plastic 
pants. From the way Steve's weenie came to attention we could 
tell he was enjoying himself! Then we boys went to the tent.
	Steve said to us, "Wow! Do you get to do this every day?"
	"Sure," Tommy said.
	"How do you get your parents to let you?" Steve asked.
	Then we told him about our experiences and how Billy and 
David used to just pee and poop in their pants all the time and 
how Tommy and I decided to start wetting our beds, and how Tommy 
took laxatives to make him have "accidents." Then we read diaper 
stories, many of which contained experiences very similar to our 
own.
	"So, Steve, what do you think? Do you want to join our 
club?"
	"I'd love to," Steve said. "I don't know if I can get my 
parents to let me wear diapers though."
	"You can still be in the club as long as you wear diapers 
while you are here," Tommy said.
	"You have to go through an initiation, though."
	"What is it?" asked Steve.
	"You have to walk all the way down the street to the woods 
with us in just diapers."
	"Okay," said Steve. "I'll do it!"
	So we all walked down to the woods in just diapers and 
played some of our diaper games.
	Suddenly, Dennis and Vinny showed up.
	"Well look! Another overgrown baby in OUR woods. Why don't 
you guys stay home in your playpens where you belong?" said 
Vinny.
	"They aren't YOUR woods," I said, "And if you aren't careful 
you will burn them down with your dumb cigarettes!"
	"We might just do that," said Dennis, "But first we will tie 
you up to a tree!"
	 Tommy put his arm on me to signal me to keep quiet. Tommy 
just stared at Dennis and Vinny. They were bigger than us, but 
they were outnumbered now that Steve was there. If we all stood 
our ground we could survive them attacking us. Steve followed 
Tommy's lead and stood up straight and stared at them. I stood up 
as straight as I could. Then Vinny and Dennis charged.
	They both went for Tommy expecting the rest of us to run. I 
jumped on Vinny and Steve jumped on Dennis. Even little Billy and 
David helped. They started biting Vinny's arm!
	Finally Dennis and Vinny started yelling, "Stop biting you 
little dirty fighters. Don't you know how to fight fair?" They 
stood up and looked at us and said, "We aren't fighting with you 
babies. You wear diapers and bite. We are real men!"
	"Excuse me. What did you say?" Tommy asked.
	"Oh the heck with them," Vinny said, and he and Dennis left.
	We were glad the Diaper Dudes had been victorious although 
we knew that we would probably continue to have problems with 
Vinny and Dennis.
	Steve seemed to have enjoyed the fight, but mostly he seemed 
to be enjoying his diapers!
	He told us that he was going to start wetting his bed right 
away. Maureen and Carol changed him out of his now dirty diapers, 
and then he called his Mom to pick him up.
	The next day Tommy saw Steve at gym class.
	"Well, did you do it?" Tommy asked.
	"I soaked it good," Steve said. My Mom was mad and told me I 
must have drunk too much soda. She says I can't drink any Coke or 
anything today and I have to come right home after school"
	"Well, keep it up," said Tommy. It will probably take a 
while. My Mom took me to the doctor and I had to take anti-bed-
wetting pills! She finally put me in diapers, though."
	"I am going to start pooping in my pants right away, too," 
Steve said. "I want her to put me in diapers full-time and not 
just at night."
	"Good idea!" said Tommy. "That might work faster than the 
way I did it."
	After school when we got together for our meeting, Carol and 
Maureen had a surprise for us.
	"Baby bottles!" I exclaimed. "One for each of us!"
	We went inside Tommy's house because the tent was off-limits 
to girls and those not in diapers. The girls had bought one for 
each of us. There was even one for Steve who unfortunately 
couldn't be there that day. The girls filled four of them with 
milk and handed them to us. They insisted on feeding them to 
Billy and David. It looked like fun to Tommy and me, too, so I 
asked Maureen to "nurse" me and Carol fed Tommy.
	"This is a lot more fun than playing with dolls!" Maureen 
said.
	I lay down and closed my eyes while I sucked on my bottle. 
Then I started wetting my diaper automatically. Maureen started 
rubbing my stomach just as if I were a little baby. I started 
making happy baby noises. Then I felt a big bowel movement 
starting to come out and I just let it come. After we had 
finished our bottles the girls fed us applesauce. I let it get 
all over me just like a baby.
	"Uh-oh," Maureen said. "We should have gotten you some bibs 
too!"
	 After our tummies were full we went out to play more boy-
type games. We even had a game of "Grab the Diaper" football. 
Then, inevitably, my Mom called me and said that it was time to 
do my homework. I HATED homework! It didn't seem fair to be in 
school all day and then have to come home and do more school 
work! One of my assignments was to write a story, so I wrote it 
on the computer and printed it. I wanted to write a diaper story 
but we were going to have to read our stories aloud in class, so 
I wrote a story about a boy whose handwriting was so terrible 
that he was flunking 2nd grade. Finally his parents bought a 
computer and the boy learned to type and they found out that he 
was a genius. He grew up and became a school principal and did 
away with homework! I actually got an "A" on that story. The 
other kids seemed to like it too!
	We saw Steve in the cafeteria the next day. He said that his 
Mom had put him in disposable training pants after he had pooped 
his pants bad twice and wet his bed again.
	"Well those are better than nothing," I said. "They don't 
hold nearly enough, though."
	"Tell me about it," said Steve. I had to go to the nurse and 
get changed twice already and I am on my last pair!"
	"Well, use it anyway," I said. "I know the nurse has some 
extra disposables. Maybe she will call your Mom and suggest that 
you wear real diapers from now on."
	"My Mom is pretty mad at me already," said Steve.
	"She just needs time to get used to you wearing diapers 
again," I said.
	Steve came over to Tommy's house after school, and we showed 
him the baby bottles.
	Carol put some real diapers on him and then she filled a 
bottle and started feeding him from it. He lay down on her lap 
and sucked happily on the bottle while Carol stroked his head. He 
almost fell asleep. We each had a bottle and took turns being fed 
applesauce. It felt so good to be a baby! We couldn't afford to 
get too soft though so we went outside after a while and wrestled 
to keep in shape for taking on Vinny and Dennis. We started 
planning a strategy to get even with them.
	That Saturday all of us got together and we walked down to 
the woods in only our diapers. We carried the ingredients for a 
new tee-pee and some shovels and cardboard. First we erected our 
tee-pee. We put a hidden flap in the back of it this time. Then 
we dug a big hole by the front entrance. We each had saved our 
poop for this occasion. After unpinning our diapers, all five of 
us pooped in the hole. After pinning them up again, we covered 
the hole with the cardboard and put dirt and sticks over it so 
the trap was well camouflaged. Then we all went in the back flap 
and read diaper stories and hoped that Vinny and Dennis would 
show up. They liked to hang around in the woods on weekends so 
there was a good chance they would be around. We heard some loud 
voices after a while. Sure enough, it was Vinny and Dennis.
	"Hey diaper boys!" they shouted. "What's the big idea of 
putting up another tee-pee. It'll just end up like the last one!"
	Then they charged the tee-pee. First Vinny fell in the hole 
and then Dennis fell in too. We went out the back flap and 
started running. They would probably kill us now, but it was 
worth it! We made it back to Tommy's tent safely and started 
laughing. Dennis and Vinny trashed our tee-pee of course but when 
we saw them walking home later they ignored us. I think they felt 
dumb for having been tricked by kids as little as us.
	About a week later, Steve was in real diapers. He said that 
his parents were going to take him to see a psychiatrist that day 
after school because of his sudden wetting and pooping problem. 
He sounded pretty nervous about it.
	"Wow! I never knew anyone that saw a head doctor before!" 
Tommy said. "That is pretty scary! Do you suppose we are all 
crazy because we want to wear diapers?"
	"I don't know," I said. "Maybe other people are crazy 
because they DON'T want to."
	"I'll call Tommy afterward and tell him how it went," said 
Steve.
	Later that day Steve called Tommy and said, "That doctor 
wants to see me every week for a month, but he told my parents to 
go ahead and let me wear diapers all I want."
	Steve saw the doctor every week for a month and then the 
doctor called his parents into his office for a discussion.
	 "Steve simply appears to derive pleasure from acting like a 
baby and using things associated with infants like diapers. He 
may outgrow it, but many children with this condition never do. 
He is otherwise a very well-adjusted and happy child. There is 
nothing that you did to cause this and it is more common than 
most people think. My advice is to simply let him wear diapers 
and not make a big issue out of it. The behavior is harmless and 
you would only damage him emotionally by trying to force him to 
stop it."
	"Are you saying my son will be wearing diapers forever?" 
Steve's father objected.
	"He may want to wear them forever. He may or may not want to 
wear them all the time. Think of it this way. It is better than 
him having a fatal illness or being suicidal. You may not like 
it, but it is not something to worry about," said the doctor.
	Steve's father didn't speak to him on the way home. This 
made Steve feel really bad.
	"What did the doctor say, Mom?" He asked.
	"He said there is nothing wrong with you, Steve. He said 
that you just like to wear diapers and we should let you."
	"What do you say about that Mom?" Steve asked.
	"Stevie, if you really want to wear diapers they I am going 
to let you wear them. I certainly am not going to stop loving you 
just because you want to be in diapers."
	"What about Dad?" He asked.
	"Well, it may take him a little longer to get used to the 
idea. He loves you very much though and if you give him time I 
know he will accept it."
	"I'm sorry I am this way, Mom," Steve said.
	"Stevie, don't say that. I am glad that you are just the way 
you are."
	Later that evening after Steve went to bed his Mom said to 
her husband, "Bill try to not be upset with Stevie. He is a good 
boy and we are lucky to have him."
	"I'm not upset with Steve," he said. The truth is I am upset 
with myself."
	"What do you mean?" his wife asked.
	"I am afraid I somehow gave him this condition," he said.
	"How could you have done that?" his wife said.
	Bill sighed and said, "I have kept something from you all 
these years Susan. The truth is that I have been wearing diapers 
in secret on and off for my whole life."
	Susan said, "You mean that you still wear them? How did you 
keep it a secret all these years?"
	Bill said, "I keep them hidden in that locker in the garage. 
I have some locked up at work too. When I get to work, I put one 
on in the john. I change out of them before I come home. Nobody 
at work knows about it, either."
	Susan was silent for a minute. Then she said, "It must have 
taken a lot of energy to keep that secret all this time. Why 
don't you go get those diapers out of the garage and bring them 
up to our room where they belong."
	Bill was shocked. He had always been afraid his wife would 
leave him if she ever found out. He went down to the garage and 
got his diapers. They were Attends disposables. When he brought 
them into their bedroom his wife too one out and said, "Now, why 
don't you let me put one on you right now? "
	 Bill looked at the love in his wife's eyes and wondered why 
he had been afraid to tell her for all these years. He wrapped 
his arms around her and kissed her.. Then he took off his clothes 
so Susan could diaper him. Needless to say, Bill responded in the 
manner of all boys, big or small, and his wife satisfied him 
before she taped his diaper on. The next day he confessed to 
Steve that he too, had always wanted to wear diapers and that he 
even still liked to do it. Steve felt much better then! He could 
hardly wait to tell the other Diaper Dudes about it.

The Diaper Dudes
Chapter 5

	The next day we all showed up at the nurse's office for our 
midday diaper changes. There was a new boy in the office that we 
had never seen before who was about my age. He looked kind of 
scared and just looked down at the floor. I could tell he was 
embarrassed. I decided to wait before I tried to speak to him.
	"Come on into the back room, Joey," Nurse Williams said.
	Joey kept his head down and went with the nurse. After about 
five minutes he came out and the nurse called me.
	"Is that boy Joey new in school?" I asked.
	"Now remember that I can't talk about my patients' 
conditions, but yes, he is new here," she said. "Maybe you can 
make him feel more at home."
	"I'll try," I said.
	Joey was already gone when I had finished with my diaper 
change, but I decided to try to talk to him the next day if I saw 
him.
	After school we all met in our "Diaper Tent." Steve told us 
about what had happened with the psychiatrist and what his father 
had told him.
	"Wow!" Tommy said. "That is just like some of the stories on 
the Internet! Maybe we should write one of our own and submit 
it!"
	"Great idea!" I said. "We can work on it this weekend."
	Just then we heard Maureen saying "Knock, knock," outside 
the tent. We went outside since no girls were allowed in the 
tent.
	"What's up?" Tommy asked.
	"Well, we brought a girl home from school who is new to the 
neighborhood. Her name is Becky and she has a brother just your 
age. We told her we were going to play with Barbie dolls but we 
just mentioned that we have some diaper changing duties, too. She 
asked if it was all right if she watched. What do you think?"
	"Well, we will have to vote on it," Tommy said.
	We went back in the tent and discussed how we felt about 
having a strange girl watching us get our diapers changed.
	"We could try it," I suggested. "If she makes fun of us or 
anything we just won't let her do it again. Maybe she will want 
to change us if she gets to watch today, and since there are five 
of us now, Maureen and Carol could probably use another girl to 
help."
	 We took a vote and unanimously decided to let Becky watch 
us get our diapers changed. By this time all of us were wet and 
poopy so she would get to see quite a show! We all went in 
Tommy's house and told the girls that it was time for us to get 
changed. Maureen spread a big plastic cloth on the floor and she 
and Carol proceeded to unpin our messy diapers. They first wiped 
us with the bottom layers of diapers and then used some wet cloth 
baby diapers to finish the job. We each had our own diaper pail 
so we could keep track of our own diapers. Maureen and Carol 
poured baby oil on us and rubbed it into our butts and then our 
groins. We each were even more excited than usual because the new 
girl was watching. We seemed to be having an unconscious contest 
to see whose penis was going to get the biggest ! Then Maureen 
asked Becky if she would like to powder us and she said, "Sure!"
	Becky turned each of us over and powdered our backsides and 
rubbed the powder in. Then she turned us over again and poured 
powder on each of our groins and started rubbing it in.
	"Don't rub there too long," said Maureen. "We don't want 
them to get over excited!"
	We were quite willing to get over excited, but Becky took it 
easy after that and then Maureen and Carol put our diapers on.
	"The important thing is to use enough diapers and pin them 
on good and tight," said Carol. "We wouldn't want them to be able 
to slip out of them!"
	Becky wanted to put our plastic pants on so we let her.
	"Maureen says you have a brother just my age," I said.
	"Yes. His name is Joey," Becky said.
	"Wow," I thought. "That must be the same boy that we saw in 
the nurse's office."
	She didn't say anything else so I didn't push her. I was 
really curious though. I hoped that she would tell Joey about our 
club and that he might want to join. I thought that it might take 
some time for him to get the courage to open up about his diaper-
wearing though. I wondered if he needed to wear diapers or if he 
just liked to wear them.
	When we went back to the tent Tommy said, "I wonder if her 
brother Joey is the same Joey we met in the nurse's office."
	"There couldn't be very many 'Joey's' my age that just moved 
here," I said.
	"Why don't we tell Becky to bring him over?" asked Billy.
	"I think we should wait and talk to him ourselves," I said.
	"Boy!" said little David. "If Joey joins the club we are 
going to have to get a bigger tent!"
	We decided to go inside and check out the Internet for a 
while and we logged on to a pre- teen baby chat line. We were 
chatting with someone named Tim from Oklahoma when someone named 
"Joey" came on line. He said that he had just moved to Vermont 
and hadn't made any friends yet. He was afraid of the kids in his 
new school. At his old school everyone had called him "Joey Piss-
in-Pants." He had seen some kids his age in the nurse's office 
and had thought maybe they wore diapers but he wasn't sure.
	We entered the conversation and told our names and said that 
we lived in Vermont and wore diapers and had seen someone named 
Joey in the nurse's office today.
	"Maybe you are the same guy," Tommy typed. "If you go to 
MacArthur Elementary and want to join our diaper club send us an 
E-mail."
	Tommy typed his E-mail address and waited to see if the kid 
would answer, but he didn't. We knew that it might not be the 
same kid. After a while we all had to go home. Tommy and I had 
homework and even Billy had some now because they were thinking 
of moving him to first grade because of his age and because he 
was learning really fast and was way ahead of the other kids in 
Kindergarten.
	The next day when we went to the nurse's office Joey was 
there again. He wasn't looking at the floor today, though. He was 
looking at us as if he was trying to decide whether to talk to 
us.
	"Is your name Tommy?" he asked Tommy.
	"Yep, Tommy Morgan," he said.
	"Are you Robby?" he asked me.
	 "Yes, and these are our friends Billy , David and Steve," I 
said.
	"Were you guys chatting on the Internet yesterday?" he 
asked.
	"As a matter of fact we were," I said. "We even chatted with 
a kid named Joey."
	"Do you guys have a club?" Joey asked cautiously.
	"Yeah, we do. We call ourselves the Diaper Dudes," I said.
	"Do you guys all have to wear diapers?" he asked.
	"Well, Tommy , Steve and I just like to wear them. Billy and 
David never really got through toilet training because their 
Mommy is sick a lot."
	"I have to wear them," said Joey. "I have a birth defect. 
The part that is supposed to keep the pee from coming out never 
got finished before I was born. They tried to operate on it but 
it didn't work. I just pee all the time. Since I had to wear 
diapers anyway I just kept pooping in them, too."
	"Do you want to join our club?" I asked. "It doesn't matter 
to us why you wear diapers. We have fun wearing them. We play 
diaper games and sometimes we drink from baby bottles and just 
play baby. It is really fun!"
	"Well, I am pretty new here. I was afraid I wouldn't find 
any kids who wouldn't make fun of me. Maybe we could get together 
after school."
	"Sure," said Tommy. "Meet us on the bus and we can all come 
over to my place."
	Joey met us after school and came with us to Tommy's house. 
It was starting to get cold so we decided to meet in his basement 
so we could keep to our "diapers only" rule. We figured that for 
the cold weather we could set up some kind of clubhouse down 
there. We hung a "Boys Only" sign on the door after warning 
Tommy's sister about it. She said it was okay with her because 
she was going to be playing in her room until Carol and Becky 
came over. We still didn't know if Becky knew Joey was here or if 
Joey knew Becky would be here!
	After telling Joey about the origins of our club I said, 
"Uh, Joey, do you have a sister named Becky?"
	"Well, yes, I do," said Joey.
	"Did she happen to mention that she was here yesterday?" I 
asked.
	"She was HERE? She just told me she met some kids around my 
age that she thought I would like. That was YOU GUYS?" he asked.
	"Yep, that was us. Your sister seems really nice. Uh, does 
she ever change you?" I asked.
	"She used to when I was a baby, but when I turned seven I 
wouldn't let her anymore. The kids I knew were making fun of me 
and said I liked my sister playing with my wiener. I got 
embarrassed and wouldn't let her change me anymore. If my Mommy 
can't change me I just change myself. I can't get them on tight 
enough, though." Joey said.
	"Well, my sister Maureen and her friend Carol change us," 
said Tommy. "We are hoping that maybe your sister might want to 
help them out. They seem to enjoy it and we boys sure do! You 
could maybe let one of the other girls that isn't your sister 
change you and then you can enjoy her playing with you wiener! It 
is really fun, but you can just watch if you want to."
	"Well, maybe I will just watch at first and see how it goes. 
Hey, where did you guys get those neat THICK cloth diapers? I 
have to wear disposables because I outgrew the baby cloth ones 
and they didn't hold enough anyway unless I wore about ten of 
them."
	 "Aunt Jane up the street made them for us. She'd make some 
for you too, if you want. Just get your Mommy to say it is okay 
and pay for the material. Aunt Jane is a real good sport about 
making diapers!" Billy said.
	"That's right. I need some too," said Steve. I don't like 
these disposables. They are too slimy! I bet my Dad would like 
some, too!"
	"Does you Dad wear DIAPERS?" Joey asked.
	"Not all the time, but sometimes just for fun. He would 
probably rather wear them all the time like we do, though," said 
Steve.
	"Wow! I read about that on the Internet, but you guys are 
the first real people I have met who wear diapers for fun. I got 
to hate having to wear them because I got picked on so much, but 
I really kind of like wearing them and getting to poop in them 
and stuff. I just felt like such a freak," Joey said.
	"Well now you have some freaky friends!" I said. "Why don't 
we go see Aunt Jane right now!"
	We walked up to Aunt Jane's house and she was, as always, 
glad to see us. We explained that we had some Diaper Prospects 
for her and she was delighted.
	"You know, I have some extra diaper cloth. I think I can 
whip up one diaper each for Steve and Joey. That way they can 
show them to their Moms and they can decide if they want to order 
more," she said.
	Aunt Jane measured Steve and Joey and set to work on her 
magic sewing machine while we worked on milk and cookies. Soon 
she had finished the two diapers and gave them to Steve and Joey 
who were in awe.
	"They're so THICK!" Joey said. "I have never seen a diaper 
this thick before!"
	"They're so SOFT!" Steve said. "I can hardly wait to put it 
on!"
	"You have to get plastic pants if you are going to use 
them," I said. "Why don't you take them and show them to your 
Moms. Then they can take you to the medical supply place and get 
you some plastic pants."
	"My Dad is going to be so jealous!" said Steve.
	"Does your Daddy wear diapers too?" asked Aunt Jane.
	"Well, yes, he likes to wear them when he can," Steve said. 
"He is like me I guess."
	"He must be a good man to have a nice son like you. If your 
Mom wants I can make him some diapers, too. It makes me feel good 
to make you boys happy," Aunt Jane said.
	After thanking Aunt Jane profusely we went back to Tommy's 
house. We were all needing a diaper change by that time. Joey was 
still a bit shy and decided to change his own diaper in the 
bathroom. Then he watched as Maureen, Carol and his sister Becky 
changed the rest of us. Steve and Joey just stuck to their 
disposables so they could keep their new diapers clean to show 
their Moms. Becky changed a very poopy Billy and his wiener 
showed his appreciation.
	"Joey, your diaper looks like it is going to fall off!" 
Maureen said. "Here, at least let me tighten the tapes for you."
	Maureen had Joey lie on the bed and bend his legs. Then she 
re-fastened the tapes tightly.
	"If you bend your legs a little when you put your diaper on 
you can get it tighter," she explained. "Of course, I would love 
to do it for you if you ever want me to."
	 "Well, maybe tomorrow," said Joey blushing.
	When we were safely back in our "Boys Only" territory, Joey 
said, "Wow! You guys have a great club! Can I join?"
	Now it was getting too cold to walk down to the woods in 
just diapers, so for Joey's initiation he was allowed to wear his 
hat and shoes, too! We all went with him, of course, clad in the 
same manner. Now there were officially six of us!
	Steve and Joey's Moms were really impressed with Aunt Jane's 
diapers and within a week the boys and also Steve's Dad were well 
equipped with a large supply of them, as well as several pairs of 
plastic pants each. We decided to have a diaper orgy. By this 
time Joey had lost all of his shyness and was letting both 
Maureen and Carol diaper him, although he still didn't want his 
sister to do it. We were pleased to observe that Joey's birth 
defect of his urethra had not effected his capacity to have an 
erection! That day the girls pinned six diapers on each of us! 
Aunt Jane's diapers were so thick that we almost couldn't walk! 
We just crawled around and drank from our bottles and let the 
girls feed us baby food. Then we wrestled with each other on the 
floor. Before long we were all in hysterics. Later we all waddled 
home and my Mom burst our laughing when she saw me.
	"You remind me of when you were two years old!" she said. 
Then she hugged me and told me how glad I was her "little boy" 
again.

The Diaper Dudes
Chapter 6

	Halloween was a week away and we were trying to decide what 
to go as this year. We wanted to use some kind of diaper theme. 
We finally decided to go as Diapered Aliens from Outer Space.. 
With the help of Aunt Jane we made some costumes out of green 
sweats. She even made us some alien caps with antennae. Maureen 
,Carol and Becky wanted to get into the act dressed up as Alien 
Mommies. They carried baby bottles filled with green Gatorade and 
hung green pacifiers around our necks. They put seven diapers on 
each of us so that we really walked like Alien toddlers. We had 
them pin one on the outside of each of our green pants for 
effect. My Dad walked with us for safety and naturally we only 
went to houses of people that we knew. We sucked on our thumbs 
and pretended that we only knew how to say, "Ticker tweet 
Earthlings!" Everyone thought our costumes were really cute and 
funny. We had a great time and got lots of candy. We didn't 
finish with our Trick or Treating until 9:00 and then we all went 
home and went to bed.
	Around 3AM our phone rang. I got to it first, and it was 
Billy.
	"Robby, come over quick! I think my Mommy is dying!"
	"Mom, come here quick!" I said.
	My Mom and Dad and I ran to our car and drove down the 
street to the Peterson house. Billy and David let us in. There 
mother was lying on the floor unconscious. Then she started 
jerking all over. My Dad called 911.
	"What's happening?" I asked.
	"I think Mrs. Peterson is having a convulsion," my Mom said.
	"What does that mean?" I asked. "Is she going to die?"
	"I hope not," she said. "The paramedics will be here very 
soon and take good care of her."
	The paramedics arrived in less than ten minutes. Mrs. 
Peterson was still again by that time, but then she started 
jerking again. They asked my parents some questions and said they 
had to take Mrs. Peterson to the hospital. They asked if there 
was someone who could take care of Billy and David and my Mom 
said they could come home with us. Billy and David were 
terrified.
	"Your Mommy will be okay," my Mom said. "The nice firemen 
are going to take her to the hospital so she will get all 
better."
	All of us got in our van and went home. My Mom gave all of 
us, including my Dad, some milk and cookies. I wished that we had 
our baby bottles! We had an extra room but my Mom knew that Billy 
and David needed me that night so Dad got out our sleeping bags 
and we all slept on the floor in my room. Billy and David clung 
to me and cried themselves to sleep. The next morning Mom told us 
to all take a bath together after she took off our wet and poopy 
diapers. We played with boats and splashed each other, but Billy 
and David were still pretty quiet.
	 My Mom put us all in nice clean diapers after a liberal 
oiling and powdering and we went down to eat breakfast. My Dad 
had called his office and said he had a family emergency and 
would be late getting there. He was in the kitchen fixing 
pancakes for everybody. After we had eaten breakfast my Mom 
called the hospital. The nurse said Mrs. Peterson was stable and 
that the doctor would be in shortly. The nurse said that the 
doctor wanted to talk to the people that had called the ambulance 
as Mrs. Peterson didn't seem to have any family in the area, 
except her two sons. The nurse said that it would be okay for 
Billy and David to see her very briefly, but that they should be 
told that their mother would be very sleepy.
	A little later we all got in our van and headed for the 
hospital. Billy, David and I were told to wait in the waiting 
room while my parents talked to Mrs. Peterson's doctor.
	"Laura is a very sick woman at the moment," the doctor said. 
"If she doesn't stop drinking I don't think she will have very 
long to live. I am going to try to convince her to go to a 
treatment center for alcoholics. I would like you to do 
everything you can to encourage her to do that. I understand that 
her sons are staying with you."
	"Yes they are," my Mom said. "They can stay with us as long 
as necessary."
	"That's good." said the doctor. "It will help if she is not 
worried about them."
	"Can we see her?" my Mom asked.
	"Yes, but don't stay long. She is heavily sedated right 
now," he said.
	We all went into Mrs. Peterson's room. She was hooked up to 
a bunch of tubes and was sleeping.
	"Mommy?" Billy said. "Mommy, please don't die!"
	"Shh," my Mom said. "She is going to be okay. They gave her 
medicine to help her rest so she will get all better. Why don't 
you and David each give her a kiss? Then we should go home and 
let your Mommy sleep."
	We all stayed home from school that day because we were all 
to upset and sleepy to go to school. Tommy called after school to 
see what was going on, and I told him. He came over to my house 
to play and to try to distract Billy and David from their 
anxiety.
	That evening Mrs. Peterson's doctor called. He said that 
Mrs. Peterson had agreed to go to a treatment center for thirty 
days. They would keep her at the hospital for a few more days 
though until she was out of danger. We all went to see her every 
day for the next four days and she gradually seemed better, but 
still very shaky.
	"I called my ex-husband in California," she said, "and he 
has agreed to take Billy and David until I get out of the 
treatment center."
	"That wasn't necessary, Laura," my Mom said. "They are 
perfectly welcome to stay with us. In fact, I think it would be 
better for them to be in familiar surroundings."
	"No," said Mrs. Peterson. "It is time for him to do 
something for his sons besides send money. It will be good for 
them to get to know their father."
	We were all kind of in shock. We had just assumed that Billy 
and David would stay with us. They didn't even remember their 
father as he had left when Billy was two years old. Mrs. Peterson 
told my Mom that Mr. Peterson would be flying in tomorrow to get 
the boys.
	Billy and David had heard all this and were very subdued. 
They just couldn't take everything in that had been happening to 
them. When we got back home my Mom talked to them about it and 
helped them pack for the trip. They each needed an extra suitcase 
for their diapers, of course.
	Mr. Peterson arrived at our house very early the next day, 
which was Saturday. He was driving a big fancy rental car. My Mom 
welcomed him and let him in. We hadn't been expecting him so 
early and Billy and David were not dressed yet. They were just 
wearing their diapers and tee-shirts.
	"Billy and David, this is your father," my Mom said.
	"Uh, pleased to meet you," said Billy. Then he nudged his 
brother.
	 "Uh, me too," said David.
	"What are they doing in DIAPERS?" asked Mr. Peterson.
	"Well, I thought you knew, Mr. Peterson, but Billy and David 
are not quite potty trained yet," said my Mom.
	"Not POTTY TRAINED? Why they are five and six years old! Are 
they mentally handicapped or something?" he asked.
	"No, they are not mentally handicapped," my Mom said. "Some 
children potty train early and some late. They are very bright 
boys that just happen to still wear diapers."
	"Well, that is going to stop as of right now!" Mr. Peterson 
said. "Take those diapers off of them !"
	Then my father stepped in.
	"I'm John Cunningham, Mr. Peterson," he said.
	"Call me George," Billy and David's Dad said.
	"Well George, Billy and David have been through quite a lot 
lately. This might not be the best time to make the potty 
training a big issue."
	Then Mr. Peterson's eyes fell on me.
	"Is that your son?" he asked.
	"Yes, it is," said my Dad. "This is my son Robby. Say hello 
to Mr. Peterson, Robby."
	"How do you do?" I said.
	"How old is your son?" Mr. Peterson asked.
	"Robby is seven years old," my Dad said.
	"Seven years old and he is still in DIAPERS? And you want to 
tell me about potty training my own boys?" Mr. Peterson said.
	"I wouldn't presume to do that, George. I just think that 
this might not be a good time," my Dad said.
	"These are my children, not yours. I will decide what is 
best for them. Now, please take those diapers off of them and get 
them dressed. We have a plane to catch," Mr. Peterson said.
	"And make them use the toilet before we leave!"
	Billy and David were really pale by this time. I was afraid 
they might faint or something. My Mom took off their diapers and 
she took Billy and David to the bathroom. I went too, in case my 
Mom didn't understand about boys going potty.
	I stood them both in front of the toilet and tried to 
explain about peeing into it. I helped them aim and told them to 
kind of push. Nothing happened. My Mom tried running water in the 
sink, but Billy and David peed not a drop. Finally my mother put 
several pairs of my old underwear on them, since they didn't have 
any of their own and got them dressed.
	"Well, did they use the toilet?" Mr. Peterson asked.
	"They tried , George, but they weren't able to ."
	"Well, let's get going then."
	My Dad got Billy and David's suitcases. Mr. Peterson looked 
at them and said, "You boys are only staying for a month. You 
couldn't possibly need all that stuff!"
	"They each have one suitcase full of diapers, George," my 
Mom said.
	 "Well, those can just stay here! Billy and David are not 
going to be using diapers from now on."
	My Mom looked at my Dad and they just rolled their eyes.
	Then my Mom took Billy aside and gave him a slip of paper.
	"Billy, this is how to dial our phone number collect, so you 
can call any time you want. I would like it if you would call us 
at least every week and more often if you want. You can E-mail us 
too now that you are learning to write," she said.
	Then I whispered to Billy, "You just hang in there. Remember 
you are still part of our gang and even earned medals for 
bravery!"
	Billy was trying not to cry but not succeeding very well. 
David was sobbing.
	"Mom why can't they just stay here?" I asked.
	"Their Mom wants them to get to know their Dad," my Mom 
said.
	"I don't think I want to get to know him," I said.
	Billy, David and Mr. Peterson got in the big car and drove 
away.

The Diaper Dudes
Chapter 7

	It was about an hour drive to the airport and about halfway 
there Billy and David each found themselves peeing in their 
pants. They were afraid to say anything to their father so they 
just kept quiet. When they got to the car rental place and 
climbed out of the car their father saw their soaked pants and 
the soaked seats in the car.
	"What do you little brats do?" their father said. "I'll show 
you what happens to kids who pee in their pants!"
	He began spanking them really hard one at a time. The boys 
started screaming and the rental car agent came out.
	"Uh, can I help you sir?" he asked.
	"My SONS just peed all over your car seats," their father 
said.
	"Well, sir," the agent said, "That is nothing to worry 
about. It happens quite often when we rent cars to people with 
little boys. The seats can be easily cleaned. I'll get a couple 
of towels to help the boys dry off."
	Mr. Peterson was still fuming and shaking his head, but he 
didn't hit the boys anymore. They got into the airport shuttle 
and shortly were at the airport. Mr. Peterson took Billy and 
David directly to the Men's room. He stood each of them in front 
of a urinal and unzipped their flies. Then he told them to "Get 
those wienies out and make pee-pee in the toilet like you are 
supposed to."
	Billy and David had no skill at threading their penises 
through their flies. They were still trying to get them out when 
they started peeing again, soaking their pants some more and 
making a puddle on the floor where they stood. Their father 
grabbed them and yanked their pants down. Then he started 
spanking them even harder than before. Billy and David screamed.
	"You do that again and you will get to feel my belt!" their 
father said.
	The other men in the restroom were staring at them.
	"What are you looking at?" he said to one of them.
	"It has just been a while since I saw anyone beating little 
kids for having an accident in their pants," the man said.
	"Just mind your own business!" Mr. Peterson said.
	He opened their suitcases and took out clean pants and one 
pair of underwear each.
	"You put these on now, and you had better keep them dry this 
time!"
	Billy and David put on the clean pants and they all went to 
the gate to wait for their plane.
	All of a sudden David started throwing up.
	"Oh no! What now! What is wrong with your brother?" their 
father asked.
	"I think you scared him," Billy said.
	"Oh I did, did I? It is my fault he is throwing up? I 
suppose it is my fault you both wet your pants, too!"
	 Billy didn't say anything. An airline employee came up to 
see if she could help. She got a bucket for David in case he 
needed to throw up some more and she brought some airline pilot 
pins for both boys. Billy and David were both completely 
traumatized by this time. The airline employee had never seen two 
boys looking so miserable at an airport before. She couldn't even 
interest them in the planes taking off and landing. Soon it was 
time to board the plane, and everyone got in line. On the way 
down the aisle David started to pee. He started crying at the 
same time. His father looked at him and grabbed him. He pushed 
the boy past the other passengers and into the restroom. David 
was screaming. Mr. Peterson took off his belt and shoved David's 
pants down. The close quarters didn't give him very much room to 
swing but he still managed to leave some big welts on David's 
legs and buttocks. Finally David was cried out.
	He just collapsed on the floor of the bathroom and curled up 
with his thumb in his mouth. Meanwhile Billy was sitting in his 
seat shaking. He had just pooped in his pants. His father came 
back dragging David, and after strapping David in he looked at 
Billy.
	"You didn't," he said.
	Billy didn't say anything.
	"Did you poop in your pants?"
	Billy just hung his head. His father got up and grabbed his 
tee shirt.
	"I warned you!" his father said.
	Billy was taken to the same restroom and got the same 
treatment as David. Then his father took Billy's pants and stuck 
the soiled part in his face.
	"If you want to sit in shit all the way out to California, 
go ahead. I hope you are very comfortable. When you get to my 
house though, there will be no more of this or you will get a 
worse beating than this" he said.
	When they got back to their seats David was curled up in a 
ball again, rocking and sucking his thumb. Billy was beside 
himself. He felt trapped. He WAS trapped. Finally he just started 
screaming.
	"HELP!" he said. "THIS MAN IS TRYING TO KIDNAP US! HELP! 
HELP!"
	Mr. Peterson tried to get him to be quiet but Billy just 
screamed louder.
	The flight attendant supervisor came over and asked what was 
the matter. Billy just kept screaming.
	"Sir, could I see some identification?" she asked.
	"These are my SONS!." he said. "Nobody is kidnapping them. 
Billy is just having a temper tantrum because I gave him a little 
spanking."
	"Is this man your father, Billy?" she asked.
	"I don't know," said Billy. "He just showed up today at my 
friend's house and SAID he was my father, but I have never seen 
him before in my life."
	"I am afraid I will have to see some identification, sir."
	Mr. Peterson begrudgingly showed his drivers license.
	"What is your name, Billy?" she asked him.
	"Billy," he said.
	"What is your last name, Billy?" she asked.
	"Cunningham," said Billy. "My name is Billy Cunningham."
	The flight attendant looked at David.
	"What is your brother's name," she asked.
	"David," Billy said. "David Cunningham."
	"This is ridiculous," their father said. "Their name is 
"Peterson" just like mine."
	 "Sir, I am sorry, but we can't take any chances on possibly 
endangering a child," she said. "I am afraid you will have to 
exit the aircraft and meet with the airport authorities until it 
can be determined if the children are if fact yours and that they 
have not been harmed."
	"Look, I was only taking them as a favor to their mother. 
Frankly, after seeing them I don't want them anyway!"
	"I am afraid that you will still have to work it out with 
the authorities, sir. We will give you a voucher for a later 
flight if you should need one."
	Billy, David and Mr. Peterson exited the plane and were met 
by three uniformed police officers. After retrieving their 
luggage they were taken to police headquarters. Billy and David 
were taken into a separate room from their father. A lady police 
officer came in and questioned Billy. David was still just 
rocking and sucking his thumb. She asked Billy to tell exactly 
what had happened that day. He told her how a strange man had 
come to his friend's house and claimed to be their father. He 
told her how the man had made them take off their diapers, and 
wouldn't let them bring any with them.
	"Did your friends believe that this was your father?" she 
asked.
	"Well, yes, they did. I don't believe it though." Billy 
said.
	"Did this man hurt you?" she asked.
	"He spanked me a whole lot and then hit me with his belt and 
put my poop in my face."
	"Can you show me where he hit you?" she asked.
	Billy took down his pants to show the still very visible 
welts on his legs and buttocks.
	Then he brought David over and took down his pants to show 
that he looked very much the same. The policewoman got a camera 
and took pictures of both boys' injuries.
	"Is your brother always quiet like this, Billy?" she asked.
	"No, usually I can't even get him to shut up," Billy said.
	"Before this man picked you up this morning, did you say you 
were staying at a friend's house?"
	"Yes, my friend Robby," he said.
	"Were Robby's parents not able to keep you anymore?" she 
asked.
	"They wanted to keep us, but that man wanted to take us."
	Then the policewoman left and another woman who said she was 
a psychologist came in.
	After all the interviews were finished, it was determined 
that Mr. Peterson should go back where he came from, and Billy 
and David could go back to the Cunningham family if they were 
welcome there. Naturally my family wanted them back! We went to 
the police station and my Mom called Mrs. Peterson and explained 
that it just hadn't worked out between the boys and their father. 
She told her just enough details to make her understand without 
upsetting her too badly.
	"He took away their diapers?" she asked incredulously. "Why 
in the world would he want to do that?"
	 Mrs. Peterson gave permission for her sons to be released 
to us and we all left the police station. On our way home David 
was still sucking his thumb and rocking, having not recovered yet 
from the abuse he had suffered. My parents stopped at the store 
and got Billy, David and me each a baby bottle. When Billy and 
David got back to our house my Mom diapered them extra thickly 
and gave each of us a bottle of milk. Soon they were feeling a 
little better and Mom read "Green Eggs and Ham" to us. It is hard 
to keep feeling bad after hearing that story. We were all 
laughing and rolling on the floor in no time. The next morning, 
guess what my Mom fixed us for breakfast with the help of some 
food coloring?
	On Monday we all went back to school again. It was good to 
be back and we had a pretty routine day. A few kids said, "Hey 
Stink Butt" to me, but I ignored them. Billy, David, Tom, Steve 
and Joey all showed up at the nurses office for diaper changes at 
the same time as I did. We agreed to meet at Tommy's house after 
school.
	When we were all assembled at Tommy's house, Maureen, Carol 
and Becky naturally wanted to change our diapers and give us 
bottles. We let them change our diapers and they used four 
diapers on each of us this time. None of us could get our pants 
on so we stayed in just our diapers. Then they fed us our bottles 
and sent us off to play. It was sure fun getting to be babies 
again!
	Once in our tent we all talked about what had happened to 
Billy and David and told them how brave they were and how smart 
it was of Billy to pretend his mean father was a kidnapper.
	Then we decided to play Diaper Jedi. Tommy agreed to be 
Darth Vader and the plot was that he had kidnapped Steve, Joey 
and me and was forcing us to only wear pants and no diapers. 
Tommy tied us up but we only pretended to be out of diapers. It 
was Billy and David's job to rescue us from the evil villain! 
They were outfitted with Jedi wands and they charged Darth 
Vader's dungeon! Soon they were both attacking Vader (Tom) and he 
played his part well, starting out making all kinds of fierce 
sounds but succumbing to the battering of the brave Diaper Jedi. 
Steve, Joey and I were then untied and we all sat on top of Darth 
Vader while we peed and/or messed in our diapers. Darth Vader 
then repented his evil ways and became a Diaper Jedi. The Empire 
was saved! I could tell that Billy and David were feeling a lot 
better!

The Diaper Dudes
Chapter 8

	A month later Mrs. Peterson came home from the treatment 
center. She sure looked better! She actually looked pretty! I 
didn't see her drinking that funny orange juice anymore.
	She started going to something called AA meetings every 
afternoon while Billy and David were in school. After about 
another month she started working as a nurse again part-time, 
taking care of a couple of elderly people. Billy and David told 
me that their Mom had asked them if they wanted to be toilet 
trained. David said no, but Billy said he would try it as long as 
he could keep wearing diapers! Their Mom said that was fine. 
Billy learned how to use the toilet, but decided that he 
preferred to use his diapers.
	"I don't understand why people want to use the potty," Billy 
said. "It doesn't feel good like using diapers."
	"I'm with you kid!" I said.
	One Saturday that Fall Tommy, Steve, Joey, Billy, David and 
I were playing "Capture the Diaper" in the woods when we heard a 
loud sound. We followed the sound and saw Vinny and Dennis 
cutting down a big tree with a chain saw.
	"Hey! You guys can't do that!" Tommy said. "That tree 
doesn't belong to you!"
	"Mind your own business Diaper Dicks," said Dennis. "We are 
practicing to be lumberjacks!"
	There was not much we could do, so we just watched as Vinny 
sawed through the big tree. All of a sudden it started to fall. 
It was falling right toward both of them! Vinny was so surprised 
that he started to drop the saw, but he was still holding the 
trigger and he sawed a big gash in his leg. Then he dropped the 
saw and ran, and Dennis ran too. Dennis wasn't quite fast enough 
and one of the branches hit him on the head really hard and 
knocked him out. When the tree reached the ground several of the 
smaller branches were on top of him. Vinny was on the ground 
screaming because he was bleeding a lot. Tommy ran and got the 
diaper our team had hidden and put it on top of Vinny's leg. He 
held the diaper down hard.
	"Robby, take Billy and run up to his house and call 911!" 
Tommy said.
	The two of us ran to Billy's house and told his Mom what had 
happened. She called 911 and then she grabbed some blankets and 
we all ran back to the woods. I waited on the street to show the 
firemen where Dennis and Vinny were. Billy's Mom told Tommy to 
keep holding the diaper over Vinny's wound. Then she put a 
blanket over each of the injured boys. The paramedics arrived 
shortly and I brought them to the site of the fallen tree. They 
praised Tommy for acting so quickly and said that he had probably 
saved Vinny from bleeding to death. Dennis was still unconscious 
but they said that his pulse was strong and that he probably had 
a concussion. He had a lot bruises and scratches too. Once the 
two boys were stabilized they were put on stretchers and taken to 
the hospital by the ambulance.
	"How come we saved Vinny and Dennis?" Billy asked 
innocently. "I thought they were the bad guys."
	"Well," said Tommy, "They like to play tricks on us and pick 
on us, but we like to play tricks on them, too. We wouldn't have 
been happy if they really died, though, would we?"
	 "Well, I guess not," David said, "But couldn't they die 
just for a little while until we are as big as them?"
	We all laughed. That sounded like it would be good idea!
	Vinny had to have twenty-eight stitches in his leg and they 
made him use crutches for a week. Dennis did have a concussion 
and was in the hospital for five days. We were all playing at 
Tommy's house after school when Vinny and Dennis came and knocked 
on his door.
	"Can we talk to you guys?" Vinny said.
	"Sure," Tommy said.
	"We just want to thank all of you guys for saving our lives. 
I was kind of surprised you didn't just leave us there after how 
we treated you."
	"That's okay, Vinny. You and Dennis would have done the same 
for us."
	All of a sudden a big wet spot appeared on the front of 
Dennis's pants and started to spread down his pant legs.
	"Oh no, it's happening again!" said Dennis.
	Vinny said, "Ever since that tree fell on Dennis he has been 
having trouble holding his water. The doctors think it will get 
better but they aren't sure. One of the branches fell right on 
his bladder. He had to wear diapers in the hospital."
	"Maybe I had better go get another one of those diapers they 
gave me," Dennis said. "Come on Vinny, if you are good I will let 
you try one of my diapers!"
	Vinny took Tommy aside and asked, "Hey, do you think we 
could borrow some of those diaper stories like the ones we found 
in your tee-pee? I think they will make Dennis feel better, and 
besides they kind of get our "boy juices" going."
	"Sure," said Tommy. "I know what you mean." He picked out 
several of the best stories and gave them to Vinny.
	"You know," said Vinny, "You guys are okay."
	"What are "boy juices"?" David asked.
	"I'll tell you when you are older," whispered Tommy.
	Just then Maureen called them from upstairs. "Time for 
diaper changes guys! Get those poopy butts up here!"
	We all blushed because of Vinny and Dennis being right 
there.
	Dennis said, "You mean Maureen, Carol and Becky change your 
diapers for you?"
	"Well, yeah, "Tommy said. "They like it."
	"Wow!" said Dennis. Three pretty chicks wiping and powdering 
your privates! You guys have all the luck! I think I am going to 
come in my pants!"
	"Uh, it kind of looks like you already did," said Vinny 
reminding him of his wet pants.
	"Yeah. I had better get going before I pee in them again. 
Maybe you can talk Maureen into changing MY diapers."
	Vinny grabbed Dennis by the belt and pulled him out the 
door.
	"Don't pay any attention to him, guys. He had a pretty good 
whack on the head."
	I told Maureen what Dennis said. She replied, "Tell him to 
find his own girl!"
	Then she tickled me mercilessly before she put on my fresh 
diapers. She put six diapers on me and she wanted to put on more 
but I could barely get my pants on and it was getting too cold to 
play outside in just diapers.
	"Wow," Tommy said. "I never thought I would see the day when 
Dennis wore diapers!"
	 "I wonder if it's `cause we saved his life," said David.
	"I don't know," I said. "It is a big improvement, though."
	That Thanksgiving my grandparents and my aunts and uncles 
came to our house. I was kind of dreading their reaction to my 
diapers.
	"Helen, Robby is certainly getting chubby. He almost looks 
like he is wearing diapers!" Grandma Cunningham said.
	"Well, he IS wearing diapers, Mom. He started wetting his 
bed and then we found out he was wearing diapers during the day. 
We decided to let him wear them as long as he wants to."
	"That's funny. Johnny wet his bed and pooped in his pants 
for a long time, too. I wonder if it is hereditary," Grandma 
Cunningham said.
	"I don't know. There seem to be a lot of boys doing it. Why 
almost every boy in the neighborhood is in diapers now. Robby has 
a club and there are six boys in it that all wear diapers full-
time."
	"Well, it must be a boy thing then. You know how they are. 
They love to get messy!"
	Grandma Cunningham replied.
	My Mom's mother was less cool about it. She hadn't had any 
sons and didn't understand boys as well.
	"I am just afraid you are spoiling the boy Helen," Grandma 
Rivers said. "Why in my day, a boy would have been taken out to 
the wood-shed for behaving like that!"
	"Well, I think Robby will be just fine, Mom," my Mom said. 
"He is a good boy and does well in school and does a lot of nice 
things for other people. I just believe in letting him grow in 
his own way as long as no one is hurt by it."
	"Well, I still disapprove. Why you were toilet trained 
before you could even walk! I just put you on the potty after 
every meal and you never even got used to wearing diapers!"
	"Well, Mom, that may have worked fine with me, but I prefer 
to let Robby wear diapers if he wants to," my Mom said.
	I heard all this, but then the subject was dropped except 
for some whisperings in the back room among my various relatives. 
I could see that my Mom and Dad were not ashamed of me and so I 
rightly felt that my relatives simply didn't understand . I 
didn't let their attitudes get to me. Maybe they would have liked 
to wear diapers longer too, if they could have!
	Macho Tommy was having a rougher time with his cousins at 
his house. They accused him of being a sissy. Tommy was cool 
though. He asked them if they thought getting pretty girls to rub 
oil and powder on his butt and balls sounded like sissy stuff, 
and they asked him if the girls really did that for him.
	"Yep, every day, and sometimes more. I get boners all the 
time while you guys are probably trying to get off on playing 
with baseball cards!"
	They wanted to know more then and Tommy showed them some 
Internet sites and some stories.
	"I still think it is pretty weird, though," said his cousin 
Timmy.
	"Don't knock it `till you've tried it," Tommy replied.
	 Now Steve's grandparents on his father's side seemed to not 
be surprised at all by Steve's diapers.
	"Guess you are a chip off the old block, Stevie," his 
grandfather said. "Why your Daddy used to swipe diapers from the 
closet and hide them under his bed after he used them. What a 
mess! I don't know when he finally outgrew them or even IF he 
did."
	Steve's Dad blushed and didn't say anything.
	"I still never understood what that boy saw in diapers," 
Steve's grandmother said. " I didn't see any harm in it though."
	"I think it is a sign of serious emotional disturbance," 
said his aunt who had studied psychology.
	"Don't worry, Trudy. We took Stevie to a psychiatrist and 
the doctor said that he is just fine. He just likes diapers. Some 
people like chocolate and some people like bridge. What is the 
difference?"
	"Well, when my children are out of diapers they will stay 
out of them," Trudy said.
	 Aunt Trudy had two boys, aged two and three. Steve sort of 
hoped to indoctrinate them into the "diaper fold" when they were 
older. Meanwhile he just enjoyed playing with them and picking 
them up and playing horsey with the two year old.
	I was never too crazy about Thanksgiving day except for the 
food. I preferred the day after when the relatives had left and I 
could enjoy myself with my friends. I liked the turkey sandwiches 
we always got, too. So on the Friday after Thanksgiving our club 
met and we went down to the woods. We made some more bows and 
arrows and pretended that we were hunting pilgrims! We only 
spared the ones that were wearing diapers! We had great fun that 
weekend. Billy was sort of looking forward to school because he 
was moving up to first grade. He hated to leave David alone, but 
his brother seemed to have made some friends and Billy was really 
bored with the Kindergarten work. Billy knew too, that he would 
probably meet some new kids that would make fun of him, but with 
a whole club of diaper buddies he could handle that okay.
	On Monday Billy started first grade. Sure enough, right away 
a mean looking kid came up to him and said, "Hey, Baby, why don't 
you get your diaper butt back to Kindergarten?"
	Billy answered, "Well, it's funny. I didn't used to have to 
wear diapers but I kept playing with myself and suddenly I needed 
them again. I hope that doesn't happen to you!"
	The kid looked kind of scared and didn't say anything more. 
Billy did really well in school that day. His Kindergarten 
teacher had given him extra work so that he would be ready for 
the first grade. In fact he seemed to be ahead of most of the 
other kids. Of course, a lot of the kids stared at him because he 
was wearing diapers and because he was new to the class. When it 
came time for his gym class Billy went to the locker room with 
the other boys. He had worn his gym shorts under his pants but of 
course everyone could tell he was wearing diapers. The first 
graders were shooting baskets that day and Billy was really good 
at it from playing at Tommy's house and especially from playing 
with us bigger kids. Before long most of the other kids were 
paying more attention to his basketball playing than his diapers! 
When they got back to the locker room though, one kid hit Billy 
on the butt.
	"What did you do that for?" Billy asked.
	"I just wanted to see if you had poop in your pants yet, 
poopy butt!"
	"Well, I don't yet, but I am fixing to take a big dump right 
now. Do you want to watch?" Billy asked.
	 The other kid backed away. Billy did in fact take a big 
dump at just that moment and enjoyed the warm squishy feeling. 
They he headed to the nurses office where we were all meeting for 
our midday diaper changes.
	"So how is first grade, Billy?" Tommy asked.
	"Well, pretty good. A couple of kids tried to hassle me but 
I kind of scared them away."
	Billy then recounted his experiences and we all laughed and 
slapped him on the back for the ways that he had handled his 
tormenters. David missed having Billy in his class and Billy 
promised to teach him everything he was learning in first grade 
so that David would be the smartest kid Kindergarten. That made 
David feel better.
	After school we all went over to Joey's and the girls showed 
up there later to change us.
	While we were being wiped , oiled , powdered and freshly 
diapered we all talked about how neat life was since we became 
Diaper Dudes!
	We had many more adventures over the next several years and 
I may tell you about them sometime, but right now I have a very 
wet and poopy diaper on and my wife has offered to give me a 
diaper change!

The End