Chapter 6- Saturday night

Karen came into the room and told us that Dylan’s mom had dinner ready for us, so we got up and went downstairs. I could tell that she had detected our poop odors, mainly mine since I had diarrhea and my diapers were filled with shit, although I was starting to poop less frequently by now, and it wasn’t as runny either. She asked us if we were poopy, and we both nodded.

“Good thing me and Mom put all those diapers on you boys!” she said as she pulled back the waistband of Dylan’s plastic pants and sniffed. From the look on her face she could probably detect his poop odors, despite the fact that he was wearing ten diapers. She then did the same with me, but as she sniffed she immediately jolted back.

“Gosh Ethan! You stink! And, when I say that I mean it!” she commented as she held her hand over her nose.

“I think I still have a bit of diarrhea,” I mentioned.

“Good thing I put all those diapers on you, I think I’d better change you right now. You really need it!” she said.

Karen escorted me back to Dylan’s room and I got up on the table and assumed my position. I would have been embarrassed to have Karen see me like this, but I really needed to be changed, and I didn’t care who did it as long as I got one! She pulled off my plastic pants, which had some pee pooled up in them, and dropped them into the bucket, then worked on removing my nearly a dozen cloth diapers, with over two hundred pins in them total. As she worked her way through the excessive layers of diapers she noted that the presence of poop became even more evident, and by the time she got halfway through it was clear that my poop had spread to the crotch some. The smell grew stronger and stronger, and even Karen, who was probably accustomed to smelling Dylan’s dirty diapers daily, appeared to be unable to stand the smell very much as it tested her nose’s tolerance for such things. Despite my smell, however, she soon got me cleaned up and re-diapered fairly quickly. Because I was still spewing out poop, she decided to use ten diapers again, so she took out a stack of ten diapers and two more plastic pants and put them on me one by one, making sure to use a lot of pins in the sides. She lastly pulled both pairs of plastic pants up high over the diapers, and once again swatted my butt when I climbed down from the table, although I hardly even felt it.

“Go on and get dinner,” she told me as she went into the bathroom, presumably to wash her hands and maybe use the toilet. I went downstairs and joined Dylan and his mother in dinner, which was just some chicken pot pies.

“So you finally decided to come eat, eh?” Dylan remarked.

“Yeah. I was really a mess, so Karen went ahead and changed me,” I said, pointing out my freshly changed diapers.

Dylan just nodded and continued eating. Karen soon came back down and joined us, and we all ate without saying too much else.

After dinner Karen took Dylan upstairs and changed his diapers, and then Dylan and I just sat on his bed and talked a little while playing with another Fisherprice car.

“I wish tonight wasn’t your last night here,” Dylan said as he pushed the car back and forth, “I’ve never, ever had *anybody* to sleep over with, and it was really cool having you over. I was surprised when you didn’t freak out about me wearing diapers, and that you actually wanted to wear them! I hope you can stay over more and more!”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to go back to wearing regular undies again! I love wearing these diapers, honestly! I love how they’re so thick and soft, and I love how they come up on me. I love being in diapers with you, and I love having Karen see me, and even diaper me!” I said, stopping to catch my breath.

Dylan smiled at me and nodded, “You’re welcome to wear diapers anytime you’re over here!”

Suddenly we got quiet as we heard someone giggling. We looked over towards the door, but there was no one over there.

“Did… you hear that giggling?” I asked Dylan.

“Uhh, yeah… I don’t know where it came from…” he said.

“Hiya boys!” We both heard someone say from behind us. As I jumped I felt someone slap me on the butt, and I felt my butt release more shit. Dylan and I turned around to see Karen standing at the edge of the bed.

“Karen!” Dylan whined, breathing hard, “Why did you do that? You scared the shit outta me! Literally!”

“Me, too!” I said as I pointed out my shit-filled diapers.

“Sorry,” Karen giggled, “I couldn’t resist!” she said, hugging both of us.

“I overheard you guys talking, by the way,” she said as if she didn’t really ‘overhear’ us at all, “I’m glad you like your diapers, Ethan! I like seeing you in them, and I think you’re really cute in them!” she giggled.

I blushed and nodded, not really sure how to respond to that. Karen stayed in the room and talked with us for a little while longer before she left to go do other things, and Dylan and I were once again left alone. Dylan suggested that we go on the computer again, and I agreed that there was nothing better to do. Dylan signed in on his AIM, and almost immediately was in a chat with another person whose screen name read ‘PoopingDidieBoy13’.

“This is the boy who I gave your e-mail address to,” Dylan mentioned as he typed response after response to the boy. After a moment the boy asked to talk to me, so Dylan and I switched chairs and I began typing to him.

“Uhh… Hi…” I typed, not really sure what to say.

“Hey! Are you Ethan?” came his response.

“Yeah, I am,” I replied.

“Cool, cool,” he typed. Then after that he said, “I’m Chester, and I’m thirteen. I think you read one of my e-mails to Dylan, or at least that’s what he told me,”

“Yeah, I did. You got put in diapers yesterday, right?”

“Yup! I sure did! I’m having so much fun peeing and pooping in them, and I love having my two sisters change me, except I’m still getting use to being in them for a long time without changes. I’ve already got a rash, but my mom says I just have to let my skin get use to it.”

We continued to talk back and forth, and we asked each other various questions. I learned that he was like Dylan and didn’t have a dad, but unlike Dylan his dad had died from cancer when Chester was just a baby, so he never really got to know his dad. He also explained that, like me, he was a bed wetter for a long time, and he was diapered for it. He did eventually stop, but he ended up missing his diapers a lot. I also learned that it was Dylan who suggested that he fake accidents to get his diapers back. After a while, though, Karen asked to use the computer to check her e-mails, so we relinquished it to her and went back upstairs. I had some stuff that I wanted to talk to Dylan about.

“Umm, hey, Dylan… You know how me and Chester were, Uhh, you know, talking about…?” I stuttered as I tried to mention the fact that Chester and I had been talking about how diapers make us feel in the sexual sense of the word.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I do that too, except I obviously can’t shoot yet. He and all of the older Diaper Boys that I talk to say that it’ll make my diapers way more fun,” he said. I just nodded as we sat on the bed once again.

“So… You do that, too?” I asked, feeling a little shy about the subject.

“Yeah, I do. The book that my mommy bought me on puberty says it’s normal, but most boys probably think of naked girls or something instead of diapers,” he said.

“You think of diapers when you do it?”

“Yeah, I do. I think of myself in very thick cloth diapers like we are wearing now. I imagine myself taking a big shit in my diapers, and wearing them for hours and hours without changes like I do. I also like to think of Karen or my mom diapering me, and treating me like a baby boy. Sometimes when I see a boy that I think would look good in diapers, I also think of what he’d be like in them,”

“Have you ever thought of what I’d look like in diapers? Before this weekend, that is,”

“Well, yes… I have… I always thought you’d look really cute in them, to be honest. I’m not gay for you or anything like that, but you know…”

I nodded, not really surprised at that. As we talked I realized that we both had our hands over our diapers, and I realized that I was messaging my hard-on that was underneath my diapers. It felt somewhat weird to be sitting there, talking about sexual feelings about diapers with my best friend, but in a way I felt like it made us closer friends because I knew that if he trusted me enough to tell me that, then we could definitely tell each other virtually anything we wanted to.

I felt my bowels working again to produce even more poop for my diapers. I didn’t even try to stop it from coming out this time, as I knew there was no need to because my diapers would hold it all. It was returning to its normal solid state, although it was still slightly runny and just as stinky even though my diapers helped to mask the odors somewhat. I noticed that Dylan was watching me, his hand was over his diapers messaging the front, indicating that he was enjoying the sight. Almost as if on cue Karen came in a few minutes after I finished pooping. I noticed that she was now wearing blue pajamas.

“Time for your diaper changes, boys!” she said, “I’m about to go to bed, so this will be your last change for the night!”

Dylan let me go first as I was more of a mess, so I hopped up onto the table and assumed my position. Karen removed my plastic pants, and then worked to remove each diaper.

“How’s your diarrhea doing?” she asked me as she removed the pins from my first diaper.

“It’s better,” I said, “but I’m still a mess, so be prepared!”

Karen chuckled, “Don’t worry, Ethan, I’ve dealt with Dylan’s stinky diapers many times before!”

“I bet you have,” I said to no one in particular.

Karen nodded and continued working to remove my diapers one by one. She dropped each diaper into the bucket next to the table and dropped the pins into the tub of pins, just like a normal change. As she finished wiping me, she pointed out that I was getting a diaper rash.

“I’ll put some Desitin on it to help it heal. You should tell your mom to buy you some, too, just in case,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

The Desitin didn’t smell too good, but I didn’t really care, as long as it could take care of my rash. She took the tube of it and squirted some over my penis and balls, then rubbed it in. It felt cold, but I liked it for some reason. She finally wiped it off of her hands on a clean rag, and then continued my diaper change like normal. I told her to diaper me in ten diapers like she had been. I knew that my diarrhea was getting better, but I still liked wearing the ten diapers. She gladly put ten thick cloth diapers over my butt one by one, and pinned them up nice and tight. She lastly put not one, not two, but three pairs of plastic pants on me! Dylan and I swapped places, and she changed his diapers as well.

After she left, Dylan and I decided to hop into our beds. He gave me a binder full of stories to read while he had one of his own. I snuggled my Tigger plushie that he won for me in the crane game up next to me and he had his own teddy bear to snuggle. We continued to read to ourselves, occasionally talking about the stories that we were reading, until we were both very tired and could not stay up any longer. I felt sad as I went to sleep, knowing that this would be my final night at Dylan’s house.