Chapter 8- Sunday afternoon/night

Throughout the afternoon mine and Dylan’s diapers were put to their intended use as we filled them with stinky, slimy shit. There were many times that I had thought I’d shit everything I had ever eaten in my entire life out, but I was quickly proven wrong. The amount of urine that we both released into our diapers was probably enough to fill the whole Pacific Ocean, and we were still producing it as we drank continuously throughout the day.

My rash was starting to become irritated again from the mixture of my pee and poop. I had pooped so much that it was flowing to my balls at this point, and had the diapers not had a high rise they would have surely leaked out of the waist. Before this I had never taken a laxative, and now I could see why I had no reason to want to.

“Uggh… I really need a change,” I grunted as I released butt-slime for the umpteenth time that afternoon, and it was barely even noon yet.

“You’ll lose the contest if you do,” Dylan mentioned.

“I know, but my dick and balls are burning so badly, I really need to be changed. There’ll be more time for contests,”

“Alright then, I guess I’ll get changed, too,”

Dylan and I got up from Dylan’s bed and walked across the hall to Karen’s room. The door was slightly open, but we still knocked before pushing it more open. Karen got a good whiff of our diaper odors, and she could immediately tell what we wanted. “I’m guessing you want a diaper change,” she said.

“Uhh, yeah, that might be a good idea,” Dylan said, smiling.

“Does this mean your contest is over?” she asked us. Dylan and I nodded, and then we all went back to Dylan’s room to get changed. Dylan let me go first since I had a rash, so I climbed up onto the changing table and got into position.

Karen removed my plastic pants, which had piss pooled up in the crotch area of them, then began working on removing each pin and diaper one by one. “Your parents are going to be here soon, so I’m going to have to give you your underwear back,” she said sadly as she got to the inner diapers.

“I wish you didn’t, I like diapers,” I said, grabbing at one of the diapers and feeling its soft cloth.

Karen smiled and patted me on the head, then went to work on finishing my diaper change. I couldn’t believe how much of a mess I was, but Karen got it all wiped up anyways. I got up from the changing table and went over to my bag, which Buster had made his bed. “Sorry, Buster, but I gotta get something from my bag,” I said as I picked him up and dug my underwear out, then set him back down and he resumed his nap. I slipped my underwear on like normal, but I wasn’t happy about it. I missed the thickness of the diapers, and compared to the fifteen thick cloth diapers that I was wearing before, these were almost nothing. I watched Dylan jealously as he got changed into another thick set of cloth diapers. I chose not to put my pants on yet as I liked to go around in my underwear, and I was happy that I could at least do that.

“From the way your underwear looks, I’d say you need diapers,” Dylan pointed out as I bent over in front of him. I pulled back the waistband of my underwear and saw that I had a big skid mark around where my butt hole came into contact with my underwear. I never really bothered to wipe when I pooped, so almost all of my underwear was stained somehow. It also had a slight yellow stain in the front from my bedwetting episodes.

“I wish I could have diapers,” I said, sighing a bit.

“Maybe if you start having accidents other than at night, your mom will let you wear diapers all the time,” Dylan suggested.

“I guess she would… But I don’t want to risk getting spanked or anything,” I mentioned.

“A lot of the boys I talk to on the Internet say that they had to survive a lot of spankings to get diapers, but they say it’s all worth it in the end. As for me, I wouldn’t know, I was kept in diapers all my life,” he mentioned. I just nodded.

“Boys, lunch!” I heard Dylan’s mom call us.

Dylan and I walked downstairs. I decided to take my bag with me since my parents were expected to show up soon. I set the bag down on the couch, then joined Dylan and his family for a lunch of corn dogs and chips.

Not a whole lot happened afterwards. My mom came to pick me up around 1:00, and I put my pants on then. I said goodbye to Dylan, then walked out with my diapers in a bag in one hand, and my other stuff in the other, and got in the car. Throughout the short ride back home I told my mom all about my adventures at Dylan’s house.

“I’m just glad that you’ve gotten use to wearing diapers,” Mom said.

“Umm, yeah… I, Uhh, really really like them…” I said, not really wanting to express my true feelings.

Mom just nodded and we were silent for the rest of the ride. Soon we pulled up in the driveway, and I got out and went inside. My dad was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I sat next to him. “Hey, Dad,” I said to him.

“Hi Ethan, how was your sleepover?” he said, turning away from the TV to talk to me.

“It was a lot of fun, even, um, wearing diapers,” I said. I wasn’t sure how Dad was going to take me wearing diapers at night; he was the kind of man that seemed to prefer a ‘strong’ son for a child, and if anything diapers resembled the opposite of strong.

“I see,” he said, turning back to the television.

“Um, you’re okay with me wearing diapers, right?” I asked.

“I was reluctant to accept your mother’s idea at first, but I suppose it’s better than smelling your sheets all the time,” he said.

I just nodded, and then took my things into my room. I noticed that there was a bottle of powder and a stack of wet wipes on top of my dresser, more than likely for my diapers. I took out the ten diapers that I was given and opened one of my underwear drawers and took out a few pairs of briefs so I could fit the diapers in the drawer. Luckily it was a big drawer, so I was able to fit my diapers, as well as my plastic pants, in it although there was no room left for anything else with all ten diapers and ten plastic pants. I also got the box of diaper pins out and set them on top of the dresser with my powder and wipes. I also put away my other shirts that I didn’t wear at Dylan’s house, and threw the dirty ones in the dirty clothes hamper, and sat on my bed. I noticed that the sheets had been washed for probably the last time, at least for a while. I took out my tiger plushie and set him against my pillow, then finally tossed the empty plastic bag into the garbage.

I felt nature calling me, but this time I didn’t have my diapers on, so I unfortunately had to get up and go to the toilet. I unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out when I got to the toilet, and I started to pee in the toilet for the first time that weekend. My aim was pretty off, and I ended up mostly peeing on the floor. As I wiped up the pee I thought of how if I were wearing diapers I wouldn’t have to worry about that.

I went to the computer next and opened up my e-mail. I noticed that I had an e-mail from someone named ‘Chester Walters’, and it took me a moment to remember that he was the boy that Dylan gave my e-mail address to. I opened it up and read it:

Hi Ethan!

My name’s Chester and I think you probably already know this, but I’m one of Dylan’s e-mail buddies. He told me about you and he gave me your e-mail address, and I e-mailed you. I think that it’s cool you are actually a bed wetter. I wasn’t, but I did it on purpose and my mom finally got me diapers!

The e-mail went on to explain how Chester hated his potty training as he was forced through it, mainly by his dad. He kept on peeing and pooping in the floor, flat out refusing to use the toilet. Finally, though, his parents told him that if he didn’t use the toilet he would never ever have any friends, and no one would ever want to play with him because he would smell all the time. That got him to use the toilet.

I pretty much spent the rest of the evening writing e-mails and reading diaper stories. Dylan had sent me a few of the ones that I really liked, and I printed them out and read them in my room. About an hour or so before my bed time, my mom came into my room and told me that it was time to get my diapers on.

“So, you’re going to diaper me?” I asked, not that I cared really.

“Of course!” she said.

Mom brought a trash bag into my room and laid it down on the floor, then had me get down on it. I took off my pants and underwear before doing so, embarrassed to present my erect penis to my mom. She noticed how big my erection was, and nodded, “Don’t worry about that, Ethan, it happens to all boys your age,” she said.

“I know…” I said.

I lay down on the trash bag and my mom immediately noticed my rash. She told me not to move as she went to the bathroom and got some sort of rash cream. I knew it wasn’t Desitin like Karen had used on me, but it felt as if it was just as effective, so I didn’t complain. Next, she got the powder from my dresser and started sprinkling it over my penis and balls, then rubbed it in just like Karen and Dylan’s mom had done before. She then went in my drawer and pulled a stack of three cloth diapers, “I think three would be enough for you, Ethan,” she mentioned.

“I wore ten at Dylan’s house,” I mentioned.

Mom smiled, “Well, besides the fact that Dylan’s mom only gave me ten diapers, you don’t wet nearly enough to need ten,” she said as she began folding the diapers and pinned them on me one by one. She did use quite a few pins, though not nearly as many as I had at Dylan’s house. Lastly she had me stand up and put my plastic pants on, so I did.

“There,” she said while patting my butt, “this should be good.”

I smiled at her as I crawled into bed and got under the covers. My plastic pants crinkled as I moved around, just like they did at Dylan’s house. My mom gave me a kiss goodnight and turned my light out, and I turned my bedside lamp on so I could read some more. Soon, though, my eyes got droopy and tired, and I fell asleep before I knew it.

**THE END**