Chapter 3- Friday night

“Boys! Dinner’s ready!” Dylan’s mom called from the kitchen.

Dylan turned off the computer and we both went into the kitchen and sat at the table. Dinner wasn’t really much. Dylan and I both had our own frozen pizzas along with some tater-tots and coke to drink, but it was satisfying nonetheless. About halfway through dinner I felt my bowels working on a load of poop, and almost as in instinct I attempted to clench my butt cheeks together to hold back the load like I did in school and other public places, but the diapers made this hard to do. Dylan must have noticed my facial expressions, because he asked me what was wrong.

“Umm… I gotta poop,” I whispered so that Dylan’s mom wouldn’t hear.

“Well, you’d better poop! Mom isn’t going to take those diapers off of you, you know!” he said out loud.

“Dylan!” I whined, feeling embarrassed.

“Ethan, it’s alright, don’t be afraid to poop in the diapers. I’ll change you both at bedtime.” Mrs. Aadams said.

“But I only bed wet, I don’t have any pooping problems! Why do I need to poop in the diapers? It’s not like I would be pooping in the diapers, anyways.” I complained.

“Well, I’m not taking those diapers off of you until it’s time for a change, so I suggest that you’d better poop in the diaper,” Mrs. Aadams said.

I sighed, knowing that there was no way for me to get out of this. I knew that sooner or later I’d probably end up pooping in them anyways, so there was no use in arguing. I first started out peeing (I guess I was getting use to peeing in the diaper because it was easier for me to do it that time), then when I felt that my load was right at my asshole and ready to come out, I got out of the chair and squatted down, trying not to notice Dylan or his mom. I started pushing the first piece out, and it broke off and the diaper caught it. It felt really squishy back there, almost like thick mud. I got out a few more pieces before I decided I was done and sat back up. As I sat on the hard wooden chair, the poop squished up into my butt crack and caked onto my butt some. “That felt weird,” I muttered to no one.

After dinner, since Dylan and I were both poopy, Dylan’s mom decided to change us. Dylan let me go first since he went first the last time, so I hopped up onto the table and assumed the position like before. Dylan’s mom carefully pulled off my plastic pants, which had a few droplets of pee in them although my diapers held most of it, and dropped them into a red bucket that was beside the table. Next she began removing the pins one by one and setting them into the tub that they belonged in, and removing the diapers as well. I almost gagged at the smell of my own poop, but Dylan and his mom seemed use to it. Mrs. Aadams took an old rag and began wiping the poop from my butt, making sure to get the bit that got into my crack, and used a wet rag to scrub my butt clean, and used wipes to clean my penis and balls. Throughout this part my dick remained erect, and I think it got even erect-er when she started to powder me. She rubbed it in nice and evenly, making sure to give my penis a bit of extra attention.

“Do you still want three diapers Ethan?” she asked as she went over to the diaper cabinet.

“Umm, well…” I started, thinking about it, “I guess maybe if you don’t mind I’d like to try five this time,” I said. I wanted to see what it felt like to wear so many at once.

She nodded and took out five cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants, then began to fold the diapers. I looked over at Dylan and noticed that he had his hand over the front of his diapers, and was slowly rubbing. I knew what he was doing, but I didn’t say anything about it. Mrs. Aadams began to pin the diapers on me again until she got to the last diaper, then had me stand up and put on my plastic pants. They fit even better this time, but they were still slightly loose. I hopped down from the table and waddled over to Dylan’s bed, switching places with him. While he was getting his diapers changed I thought of how thick five diapers were! I sat with my legs spread out, and they were forced into the v-position due to the width of the crotch. I also noted how they came up even higher than just three diapers, and were probably only three inches or so away from my elbows. In the rear they came up level to my elbows.

Dylan soon finished getting changed and sat with me on the bed. He appeared to have seven diapers on, again, but I hadn’t watched his change this time, so I didn’t know for sure. “What do you wanna do now?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

“Wanna play with some toys?” Dylan suggested. I nodded and we both walked over to his toybox. I saw that Dylan not only had Matchbox and Hotwheel cars like most boys our age would have, but some Fisherprice cars as well, like the ones that toddlers played with.

“Um, why do you have baby toys?” I asked.

“I just never wanted to give them up. I still like playing with them, and honestly I think they’re no different than regular Hotwheels, except they’re bigger,” he said.

I nodded and dug through his toybox, wondering what it would be like to just push around a Fisherprice car like I did when I was a toddler. I asked Dylan if he wanted to just roll cars back and forth to each other, and he said yes, so I went over to the other side of the room and sat down while he stayed by the toybox. Dylan reached into the toybox and, as expected, pulled out one of the brightly colored Fisherprice cars to roll over to me, and I rolled it back. It quickly proved to be boring for both of us, so we decided to set up Hotwheel tracks and play with those. While I was playing I wet my diapers, and I started to see how convenient diapers were.

“Ethan?” Dylan asked me after a while, “do you like wearing diapers?”

I thought for a second. This was a whole new experience for me, but in one day I went from not really knowing what to think about diapers, to honestly liking them quite a bit, and I recited this to Dylan.

“So, is that a yes?” he asked. I nodded.

“I never ever thought I’d tell *anyone* from school about this, but I absolutely love diapers!” he said. “I love wearing them, and I love using them for peeing and pooping in instead of the toilet! I love the feel of being the only one in diapers here, and I love it when my mommy or sister changes me.”

I nodded again, “I love diapers, too.”

We didn’t really do a lot else that night except talk about diapers. When we went to bed that night I slept on a pull-out bed next to Dylan’s bed, and we still talked about diapers until we fell asleep! I think I might’ve had a diaper dream that night, but I couldn’t remember. I think I really love diapers now!