Chapter 4- Saturday morning

At first when I woke up the next morning I pretty confused, and I wasn’t sure where I was for a moment, but then I felt my wet diapers bunched up against my crotch, and I remembered what happened the night before. I knew that I was at Dylan’s house sleeping over and wearing diapers, and so was he. Because I remembered that I had wet my diapers before going to bed the night before, I wasn’t sure if I had peed in them while I was asleep, but I did need to take a morning pee, so I doubted it because usually when I wet the bed I don’t have to pee in the morning. I sat up with my legs spread apart and just let my stream go into my diapers. “This is how it’ll probably be on most mornings,” I thought to myself as my pee soaked into the front of my diapers and spread out even more. I looked down at my plastic pants to see if I had leaked any, but as far as I could tell I was good.

Dylan was still sound asleep in his bed, snoring lightly. He had the covers thrown off of him and was lying on his stomach with his thickly diapered butt in the air, visible to the world. I don’t know why, but I became curious about what he had done in his diapers overnight, so I got up on my knees and slipped two of my fingers through the leg band of his plastic pants. I could tell that he was pretty wet from the moisture, but I wasn’t sure if he had pooped because his diapers were so thick. Suddenly I heard him stir and immediately laid back down, pretending to have just woken up. I heard him yawn and sit up in his bed.

“Ethan, are you awake?” he asked sleepily.

“Uh-huh,” I said, yawning.

“How are your diapers?” he asked me as he faced me.

“Just wet as ever. I couldn’t even tell if I had wet overnight because I peed in them last night before we went to sleep. How about yours?”

“Wet, but I think I’m about to poop…”

I watched as he lay back down on his back and held his legs up in the air. He grunted as the squishy poop charged out of his butt and into his diapers, and I could hear it coming out of his butt. The room started to smell slightly more than it usually did, but I was starting to get use to it and hardly even noticed, or cared for that matter.

“Have you pooped yet?” he asked me once he was done. He sat back up and turned to face me once again.

“Not since last night,” I replied.

“Mom probably won’t change you until you poop, just so you know,”

“That’s alright,”

Dylan’s mom came in about ten minutes later to see if we were up. She smelled Dylan’s poopy diapers and asked us if either of us had pooped. I shook my head no, but Dylan nodded, smiling a bit. He got up and walked to the changing table, the poop could be heard squishing in his diapers as he walked, and he assumed his regular position.

“I’ll change you when you poop, Ethan,” she said to me as she pulled off Dylan’s plastic pants and began his change. I just nodded and got up on Dylan’s bed to watch.

Mrs. Aadams undid all of Dylan’s diaper pins and took off all seven of his diapers one by one, each one more soaked than the last, and the innermost ones also had fresh-smelling shit in them from Dylan’s recent crap. His mom dropped the diapers into the bucket beside the table and then used a rag to wipe Dylan’s bottom.

“Mommy, is Karen coming home today?” Dylan asked his mom. I had rarely ever heard him address his mom, and never in this way. It was almost like a little baby!

“Yeah, she is. She was only going to stay at Tanya’s house one night, so she’ll be here tonight,” his mom said while wiping his butt.

It suddenly occurred to me that Karen was going to see me in diapers! I wasn’t sure if she had been told about this, but I know I didn’t want her to see me in them! I knew that she had probably seen Dylan in his diapers many times, but it would have still been odd to me considering she’s not my sister, and she’s younger than me. Plus, what if she wanted to change my diapers? I didn’t want her to do that! Not only was a girl, she was two, nearly three years younger than me! I just could never imagine having her change my diapers, and I could hardy imagine how Dylan could let her!

“Will Karen have to see me in my diapers?” I asked.

“Well, you are here, and you are in diapers, so she’ll most likely see you in diapers, yes,” Dylan replied semi-sarcastically. His mother was now pinning diapers on him.

“Don’t worry honey, it’s not like she’ll laugh at you. She’s seen Dylan in his diapers a bunch of times! It’s not like you’re the first older boy she’s ever seen in diapers,” Mrs. Aadams said.

“Does she know about me?” I asked.

“She does. We told her about it Thursday night so that she would know ahead of time. One of the reasons she slept over at her friend’s house last night was so you and Dylan could hang out last night and be together,” Mrs. Aadams said.

I didn’t reply. I guess I just wasn’t really sure what to think. Maybe, in some odd way, I really wanted her to see me in my diapers. I wondered what she would say and do when she did, but I knew I’d find out soon enough, so I knew I wouldn’t be doing much wondering.

Dylan’s mom finished changing Dylan’s diapers and told me again that she would change me when I pooped. I nodded, and she also told us that she had breakfast ready for us.

“Will you feed me today?” Dylan asked his mom when he sat down at the table.

“Sure honey,” she said. Dylan scooted his chair and plate over to his mom and she began cutting up bites of egg, pancake, and bacon for him. I was surprised to see that she was actually feeding him like a little baby!

“Why is your mom feeding you like that?” I asked while starting on my own breakfast.

“I just like it when she does,” Dylan replied before another bite of pancake was put into his mouth.

I nodded, not really sure what to think about that. As I watched Dylan being fed his breakfast by his mother, I started to want to be fed as well, but I wasn’t sure how to ask Mrs. Aadams, and she was already feeding Dylan, so I just ate my breakfast like I normally do. After breakfast Dylan and I brushed our teeth and then got on the computer again.

“Do you think you’d like to e-mail these guys?” Dylan asked as he opened his inbox, revealing even more e-mails than it had yesterday.

“Uhh, well… I don’t really know them, so I’m… not sure…” I said.

“How about I just give one of them your e-mail address, then you can get to know them? They’ll probably tell others about you, anyways,” Dylan suggested. I nodded and agreed that that would be okay.

I watched as Dylan opened a message, and asked if I would like to e-mail that person. The e-mail read:

Hi!

You won’t believe what happened, Dylan! I told you how I was faking accidents to get diapers, right? Well, today (Friday, incase you read this message a few days after I send it) after coming home with wet-and-pooped-in pants, my mom made me get in the car with her and we went to the medical supply store, and she bought me a dozen cloth diapers and told me “Here! This is what you’re wanting, right?” when she gave them to me. She said that if I’m gonna be diapered, though, I gave to let my two sisters check me and change me. I’m having a lot of fun wetting and messing in them, and last night I even masturbated in them!

From Chester

“I guess he’d be pretty fun to talk to…” I said, not really sure. Dylan nodded and started his reply to the message, probably giving him my e-mail address and telling him about me. While Dylan wasn’t paying attention I held my hand over the front of my diapers and rubbed them some, massaging my erection that was underneath. I felt my bowels processing my breakfast, almost ready to turn it into poop to fill my diapers with. I saw Dylan glance over at me with a slight smile as I let out a long fart that probably lasted at least three seconds. I knew it would be tough to poop while sitting on the chair, so I got down on the floor and squatted to make it easier. I also noticed that Dylan had stopped working on his e-mail and was watching me with his hand in front of his diapers, probably enjoying the show. After a few moments, I was able to start my load with the first turd. It was slightly runnier than last night’s, and I figured that I might have a small case of diarrhea. I felt even more of my yucky, smelly, shit pass through my butt hole and load up the back of my diapers. When I sat down again I felt it squish up against my balls and up into my butt crack. It felt kind of gross, but oddly I sort of liked the feeling.

“You can probably go get changed now,” Dylan said, turning back to his e-mails.

I nodded and got up to go find Dylan’s mom. While I was walking I peed in my diapers as well. I was starting to realize how I was starting to pee without much warning, probably because since I was in diapers whenever I needed to go I did it right there and then, just like a baby! I found Dylan’s mom in the laundry room, unloading baskets of fresh, clean diapers from the dryer. She jumped a bit when she turned around and saw me, probably not expecting me to be there. I apologized and told her that I needed to be changed.

“I can tell you do,” she said, sniffing a bit as she probably detected my poop odors. “Go on up to Dylan’s room, and I’ll be there in a moment.”

I nodded and walked up to Dylan’s room and sat on the edge of his bed to wait for his mom. While I was waiting I felt something rub against my feet, and I looked down to see Dylan’s cat. I smiled at him and petted him on the head, remembering that Dylan had told me he had a cat, but I couldn’t remember the cat’s name at the moment. The cat jumped up into my lap, and I noticed that he was almost as white as my diapers, except for the right side of his face which was black. I smiled and stroked him until Dylan’s mom came in, carrying a basket of clean cloth diapers.

“I see you’ve met Buster,” Dylan’s mom said, petting Buster the cat on the ears. So that was his name!

I nodded and smiled, stroking Buster a few more times. As he breathed I could hear him purring, “Dylan told me he had a cat, but I wasn’t expecting him to be so friendly,” I mentioned.

Dylan’s mom just smiled and told me to hop up on the changing table. As much as I hated to, I had to put Buster down, and I went over to the changing table, climbed up on it, and laid down. Dylan’s mom pulled off my plastic pants and began taking out the diaper pins and removing each diaper one by one. She put all the diapers in the red pail beside the table and began wiping up my stinky, squishy poop with an old, dry rag. She got the big part of it done with that and then used a wet rag to scrub the inside of my butt and up around my balls, my penis remaining stiff throughout the whole diaper change. Next, she took a regular baby wipe and cleaned my penis and balls of any wetness, then took some powder and sprinkled it on. I still loved that smell so much; it was almost as if it was some odd high you get from smelling baby powder or something. She finally pinned on the fresh-from-the-dryer clean diapers, but I frowned when she only did two.

“Why are you only doing two on me?” I asked, secretly wanting more. I was starting to want to go seven-fold like Dylan did.

“When we go to pick up Karen we’re going to go to CiCi’s pizza to eat lunch,” she explained.

“You mean I’ll have to wear diapers in public?” I asked, a bit unsure of the idea.

“It’s only for today sweetie, don’t worry about it. I’ll give you a pair of Dylan’s pants to wear over them,” she said while pinning up the two diapers and helping me into my plastic pants. Just as we finished, Dylan came in.

“When are we going to pick up Karen?” he asked.

“In a few minutes. We’re also going to CiCi’s for lunch, so I’ll need to thin down your diapers so you can wear your pants. Have you pooped yet?” his mom said.

“A little,” Dylan replied.

I sat on Dylan’s bed and watched as his mom changed his diapers for the fourth time since I’d been over there, only this time she only gave him two diapers. After she was done she went into his closet and took out two pairs of pants, which I noticed were overalls. She also got out a different shirt for him and handed me a shirt from my bag. I decided to wear my orange SpongeBob shirt since I was feeling pretty juvenile from the diapers and overalls. I then asked for a pair of overalls, but Dylan said, “I usually wait until we’re in the car at our destination to put my pants on.

“You mean you walk out to the car in your diapers?” I asked.

“You bet! The neighbors just ignore me, and they all know that I wear diapers anyways.” Dylan said, sounding as if he was trying to persuade me to leave the overalls off, which worked.