Chapter 2- Friday afternoon

Mrs. Aadams told us that before we had our cookies she wanted to change us, so I followed her and Dylan up the stairs. I noticed that there was a strong pee and poop odor, mixed in with the even fainter smell of baby powder. It was so strong that I couldn’t help but hold my nose at first, but I soon got use to it. We entered Dylan’s bedroom and Dylan and I sat on his bed. I don’t know why, but the thought of getting diapered made me… Well… Hard, I guess is the term I should use. I felt my eleven-year-old penis harden up under my pants at the thought of getting diapered.

“Here, Ethan, you can watch me diaper Dylan first to see what it’ll be like, then it’ll be your turn, alright?” Mrs. Aadams said to me. I just nodded and watched as Dylan hopped onto his changing table (I don’t know why I never noticed that before) and laid straight down. His mother ripped open the tapes of his disposable diaper and brought the front down. His diaper was only wet, so it didn’t smell too bad. The sight of Dylan’s wet diaper suddenly reminded me that I had a strong need to take a leak. I wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to wait until I was diapered and pee in the diaper, or if I could go on and go before I was diapered, so I said, “Umm… I have to pee.”

“You can pee in the diapers when I diaper you, okay?” Mrs. Aadams said, not even looking up as she was wiping Dylan’s penis, which I couldn’t help but notice was very erect, with a baby wipe. I blushed as I realized I was now looking at Dylan naked from the waist down for the first time ever. His erection still stood up straight as his mom now had a bottle of baby powder and sprinkled it over his erection and down his butt crack, then rubbed it in with her hands. The powder smelled pretty good! I noticed that she gave him a bit extra attention on his penis and balls. Although Dylan and I were both about a year away from puberty, we already knew about all the ‘good feelings’ boys get and stuff.

Something that really surprised me was when Dylan’s mom reached into the cabinet by the changing table. I was just expecting her to pull out another disposable diaper like Dylan was wearing before, but instead she had a stack of maybe seven cloth diapers, along with a tub of diaper pins and some plastic pants.

“Cloth diapers? Why are you using cloth diapers?” I asked.

“I always wear cloth diapers when I’m at home. I only wear disposables when I’m at school, and sometimes when I’m in public,” Dylan explained.

“Why do you wear cloth? Why not wear disposable all the time?” I asked.

“I just like my cloth diapers, but I wear disposables when I need to wear pants. My pants don’t fit over my cloth diapers because they’re really, really thick. I do have a pair of pants that can fit over my cloth diapers, but if you ever see them you’ll know why I don’t want to wear them to school,” he said. His mom had already begun pinning on the first diaper.

“Oh.” I said, “am I gonna wear cloth diapers?” I asked his mom.

“Yes. Your mother wants to use cloth diapers so she won’t have to be constantly buying disposables for you,” Mrs. Aadams replied.

I just nodded, my curiosity being satisfied, and watched Dylan getting diapered. I was surprised when his mom began pinning on a third, then forth, and fifth diaper! “Why so many diapers?” I asked.

“I like them thick,” Dylan said plainly.

I nodded again. Mrs. Aadams pinned on the last two diapers, then Dylan stood up and she helped him into a pair of plastic pants. His diapers were so thick on him, and they came up so high on his chest, it almost looked like he was wearing a pillow! I also noticed that there were a lot of pins in the sides. I couldn’t see how many exactly, but I estimated that there had to be maybe nine, maybe ten, per side on the outermost diaper.

“Alright Ethan, it’s your turn!” Mrs. Aadams said as she patted the changing table and Dylan sat on the bed.

I blushed as I began to remove my pants, then paused before I removed my underwear. I was hesitant to let her see my boy parts, especially considering that my penis was still erect, but I remembered my urge to pee, and I knew that I would have to be diapered before I could pee.

“Ethan, don’t worry about me seeing you there. I’ve diapered Dylan probably over a billion times since the day he was born, and I know what boys have down there that make them boys,” Dylan’s mom assured me.

I finally reluctantly removed my underwear, my erection clear and visible to the world. I nervously walked over to the table and climbed up onto it, shaking a bit as I realized what was about to happen. I was about to be diapered, and I couldn’t back down from this now. Mrs. Aadams poured some powder over my penis and let it trickle down my butt a little before rubbing it in. It felt weird having my best friend’s mom rubbing baby powder on my boy organs, but somehow I enjoyed it. It felt good, and I even smiled as I felt her soft hand going over my precious tool. I think if I had the ability to shoot then, I would have. Mrs. Aadams went back to the cabinet and pulled out some more diapers, pins, and plastic pants. “Will I wear as many diapers as Dylan?” I asked.

“Not unless you want to, sweetie. I was planning to only do three on you, just to let you get use to it. You can always ask for more if you want more, though!” she replied as she pulled out three diapers.

“Okay. I think three will be okay,” I said.

She nodded and then began folding the first diaper, just like she had done for Dylan’s, and was soon pinning it on. I tried to count how many pins she was using, but after the first diaper I lost count and decided it really didn’t matter much. Soon she had the second and third diapers pinned on me, and had me stand up and put on the plastic pants. It was clear that the plastic pants could fit more diapers as they were really bulky on me. Mrs. Aadams tried to look for a smaller pair to fit the three diapers, but she couldn’t find any, so I would have to make do.

“Come on and get your cookies, boys!” Dylan’s mom said as she left the room. Dylan followed after, but I remained still for a second. I really had to pee, and it wasn’t going to wait. It was really awkward to pee in a diaper, and I just couldn’t do it!

“Ethan, come on! Mom has cookies for us!” Dylan said, returning to the room.

“I gotta pee…” I said, blushing.

“Well, you better pee. Don’t worry! Your diapers will hold it all!” Dylan said.

“I’ve never peed in a diaper before… Well, except for when I was a baby of course…” I mentioned.

“Just about peeing in the toilet, and try to make your brain think you’re gonna pee in a toilet,” Dylan suggested.

I nodded and imagined myself standing at the toilet, ready to release my pee into the toilet. I imagined beginning to pee in the toilet, and I felt a little trickle start to flow out of my penis. The trickle soon turned into a steady pee stream, and I felt the dry cotton in the diapers soak up all of my urine, while Dylan just stood there and watched. I think I probably peed for a good straight three minutes before my stream turned back into a trickle and soon I was done. I examined my plastic pants for any leaks, but I was good.

“Did ya pee?” Dylan asked, looking a bit excited.

“Uh-huh…” I said shyly.

“Good! Now let’s go get cookies!” Dylan said.

“Shouldn’t I be changed?” I asked.

“Ethan, these diapers will hold a lot more than that, trust me. You can count on not getting changed until bedtime,” Dylan said before he left the room, and I followed him.

Dylan and I sat at the kitchen table together and his mom placed a plate of cookies in between us along with two cups (with spill-proof lids) of milk. I was use to the lids, Dylan’s mom didn’t like taking the chance of someone spilling something on the carpet so she made all the children drink with spill-proof lids over their cups. I immediately picked up a cookie and took a bite of it. It was so good! Mrs. Aadams always made the best cookies ever, and I don’t think she was even using a recipe for them.

“Have you always been in diapers Dylan?” I asked after swallowing my cookie.

“Uh-huh, I have. Ever since I was born,” Dylan said, looking slightly proud of that.

“How come I never knew?” I asked.

“I don’t really know… I guess I was just always afraid to tell you… This is why I couldn’t ever sleep over,” Dylan replied.

“Well, I could never sleep over because of my bed wetting!” I said, laughing a bit at the fact that we both lied about not being allowed to have guests over. Dylan just laughed too and ate another cookie.

I felt my soaked diapers bunched up against my crotch as I was sitting. I wasn’t use to being wet like that for so long, and I wanted them off! They were starting to get cold and uncomfortable. I was still wishing that I would only have to wear them at night, at least then I wouldn’t have to exactly endure soaked diapers for eight hours because I would be asleep! I probably wouldn’t even notice it if I wet in my sleep (that *is* why I’m considered a bed wetter, after all).

Dylan and I both finished our cookies and milk, and then went back up stairs to find something to do. I don’t know why, but oddly I wanted to know more about Dylan’s diapers. Why did Dylan even wear diapers? And what’s it really like being in diapers all your life? It struck me as odd that I never knew that one seemingly obvious fact about my best friend, yet we’ve been friends for six years.

“What do you wanna do, Ethan?” Dylan asked me when we got to his room.

I walked over to his bed and sat down on it, noticing that my plastic pants were crinkling a lot with all of my movements. It was almost is if I was wearing a plastic bag, only not that much crinkle. Dylan sat down across from me on the other side of the bed and I turned to face him. “Why do you wear diapers?” I asked finally.

“… You swear not to tell anybody?” Dylan said.

“Uh-huh, as long as you swear not to tell anybody about me wetting the bed,” I mentioned, having forgotten to say that earlier.

“Okay, then…” Dylan replied, “I was not potty trained,” he said after a minute.

I think I didn’t reply for a while after that. Dylan was never toilet trained? His mom didn’t even bother? I was surprised that I didn’t freak out like a lot of people probably would. “You mean your mom didn’t even try to train you?” I asked, actually pretty curious about the subject.

“Nope, not at all. It was right after she got divorced with my dad, and I guess she just didn’t want the extra stress or something. I don’t really mind, though. I honestly love being in diapers! I’m a Diaper Boy!” he said, smiling.

“A Diaper Boy?” I asked. I knew he most likely was referring to himself as a boy who wore diapers, but I wondered why he used that term like he did.

“Oh yeah, that’s the term I use to talk about any boy that really loves wearing diapers, just like me!” he replied.

“Other boys… You mean there’s others?” I asked, really interested by now.

“Oh yeah, there are! I talk to a lot of other boys that wear diapers on the Internet. Maybe I’ll show you tonight,” he said.

“What about girls?” I asked, wondering why he only mentioned boys.

“Well, and don’t think I’m gay because of this, but to be honest I only like seeing boys in diapers. Maybe it’s because I only know boys that wear diapers, and honestly I just can’t imagine seeing a girl in a diaper,” he explained.

“Oh… So, uh, I guess that means that Karen doesn’t wear diapers?” I asked. Karen was Dylan’s nine-year-old sister.

“Nope, not at all! My mom was already over the divorce when it was time to potty train Karen. She was actually pretty easy, and I think it was because she saw me in diapers and thought that only boys wore diapers all the time,” he said.

I nodded, knowing that that made since. I read online that girls are a lot easier to toilet train than boys, but I never knew why. Girls seemed to mature faster than boys do, so I guess that’s why.

Suddenly I heard a long, sustained, fart coming from Dylan, followed by what sounded like poop coming out of his butt. I was a bit shocked at the fact that he just sat there and shit in his diapers like that. “… Are you pooping?” I asked after hesitating for a second.

“Uh, yeah,” he grunted, “sorry if it grosses you out, but I can’t control my bowels, or my bladder for that matter, so I guess I can kinda poop without warning,” he joked after he finished.

The stinky aroma of poop soon took to the air, although it wasn’t bad like it was if I walked into the bathroom after my dad had just taken a dump. I guess the diapers are able to hold back smell somewhat. “You mean you poop in your diapers, too?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, I do. I’ve never even used a toilet, except for when I got sick and threw up a few times. But still, my butt’s never sat on the seat of the toilet,” he said.

“Will I have to poop in my diapers?” I asked, feeling a little grossed out about the idea.

“Either that or hold it in,” Dylan said, “I told you, when my mom diapers you, you most likely won’t get changed for a good while!”

“Oh… Right…” I said, knowing I probably could just hold it in if I had to poop. “Have you, uh, peed yet?” I asked Dylan.

Dylan didn’t reply for a second, but then said, “That was the second time since I’ve been diapered.”

This was just so weird! I mean, I was sitting with my best friend on his bed in wet cloth diapers, while he’s in wet AND poopy cloth diapers, and talking about using diapers. That was probably one of the things I least expected to do during my sleepover at his house! I don’t really know why I wasn’t freaking out now, but I just wasn’t. I guess I never really knew how to put it, but I had always missed my diapers ever since I was taken out of them and toilet trained when I was three, nearly four. Over the years after constantly waking up to a piss-sodden bed, I thought about what it might be like to wear a diaper, but I never thought that it would really happen!

“Are you okay Ethan? You got quiet all of a sudden,” Dylan said.

“Oh, uh, I was just thinking,” I said.

“About diapers?” Dylan asked, as if he had read my mind.

“Um, yeah. I don’t really know how to put this, but I guess honestly I’ve always thought about wearing diapers. I kinda did really miss them after I was trained, and waking up to a wet bed a lot really did make me think about what it might be like to wear diapers again. I guess I just never expected it to happen really,” I said.

“I understand,” Dylan said, nodding, “I’ve talked to a lot of people who have the same feelings as you do when they first got put back into diapers. As for me, well, I’ve always been in diapers, and I can’t really imagine myself not in diapers, so yeah.”

“Are there… other people from school that wear diapers?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve never talked to anyone that does personally. As far as I know no one in our class does. Most of the people I talk to are from the Internet, and we exchange e-mails and stuff,” he mentioned.

“Oh… Are you going to tell them about me?” I asked.

“I won’t if you don’t want me to, but I was planning to. Honestly, I think they would like you!” he said.

“I guess that would be alright…” I resigned.

I felt the milk I had drank earlier building up in my bladder, preparing for my second afternoon pee of the day. Despite having done it earlier, I still couldn’t force myself to pee in the diapers without any aid. I began to try to think of running water… Waterfalls pouring tons and tons of water over a cliff! I think that might have done it because soon I realized that I was peeing in the diapers. It combined with my pee from earlier and spread out towards the middle of my diapers. Feeling the warm liquid felt so good, I even got an erection from it, making the pee go on my front slightly as well until I finally stopped a few seconds later. “Phew,” I sighed quietly to myself.

“Something wrong?” Dylan asked.

“Uh, no, nothing’s wrong. I just, um, wet again,” I said, blushing a bit.

Dylan smiled, “Don’t worry, you’ll get use to it.” I just nodded again.

“Is there anything to do?” I asked.

“Well, we could go on the computer if you want to,” Dylan suggested.

“Okay then,” I replied.

Dylan and I got up and walked back down stairs. As I was behind him a noted how his diapered butt bounced when he walked (or should I say waddled?). His butt looked really big with all of those diapers on. I thought about the big globs of poop squishing around back there, only having a few strips of thick cloth and plastic to keep them from falling onto the floor. I thought about my diapers and plastic pants, too, and realized how high they came up. They came up to approximately five inches below level to my elbows, and a few inches higher than that in the back. I also noted how the crotch of the diapers was probably at least eight inches apart, and I could hardly even make my toes touch!

Dylan took his seat at the computer and told me to pull up a chair beside him. He started up the computer and within seconds the Windows XP logo appeared on screen, followed by the login and then Dylan was on his computer. I saw that the background on his desktop was a picture of himself diapered. You could tell that he was wearing multiple diapers because of the way the fabric was in the legs, and he appeared to be wearing at least five, but more than likely more, along with plastic pants. There was also probably at least fifteen pins in the side.

Dylan opened his Outlook e-mail and I saw he had several new messages. I was a bit weary of reading another person’s e-mail, so I first asked if it was okay.

“Of course!” Dylan said, opening one e-mail that read:

Hi Dylan,

I pooped my pants at school again today, and my mom said I’d be in diapers all next week because of it. Really I like being in diapers, so I’m actually pretty excited about it. I just love peeing and pooping in my diapers! It’s so much fun! I also like having my older sister change my diapers, even though it embarrasses me to have her see me naked. Sometimes I poop my pants on purpose, and I think if I keep doing it soon my mom’ll finally give in and just keep me in diapers for good—at least, I hope she does!

“What do you think?” Dylan finally asked after I had read the e-mail.

“I never thought that there were people who like to wear diapers like that,” I said, blushing as I realized I was starting to get an erection.

“Oh yeah, there’s more than you’d think!” Dylan said.

“Are all of those messages from diaper-wearers?” I asked as Dylan went back to his inbox.

“Well, diaper wearers and people who want to wear diapers. Some of them are also from girls who like to diaper boys,” he said before clicking another message.

I got stuck with my little brother this afternoon and he was being a real brat to me. You won’t believe what he did! He went into my room while I was in the bathroom and peed all in my dirty clothes hamper. Mom gave me permission to diaper him if he misbehaves, so I immediately stripped him and diapered him after giving him a good spanking! Believe me, he deserved it! When Mom came home I told her what he did and she says he’ll be grounded all weekend, and that means he’ll have to wear diapers too. He’s been peeing, and even pooping, in my clothes a lot lately and both my mom and I agree that he should just be put back in diapers!

“See?” Dylan said after showing me that message.

“I never thought sisters would be into their brothers being in diapers, but then again I don’t have any sisters,” I said.

“I know a lot of girls that like to diaper boys! In fact, Karen usually diapers me! My mom only does it when Karen’s not here or can’t, and she’s spending the night at her friend’s house,” Dylan said. I think that statement really took me by surprise.

“You mean your YOUNGER SISTER changes your DIAPERS?” I asked. My eyes were opened so wide I was almost afraid that they would pop out!

“Yep! She doesn’t mind the smells, and Mom thinks it’s helped us become better siblings,” Dylan replied.