PAMPERS EVOLUTION
THE PREQUEL

One of the advantages of being in private boarding school in England 
was that it wasn't bound by all the rules and regulations of public 
schools. So we were allowed to come and go more easily, and discipline 
was much better enforced with a system of spankings, canings and 
paddlings, so the school was a happy place.

However, even with the huge fees that our parents were charged for 
sending us to Newmire School, they were always looking for new sources 
of funding. And that was the topic of much chagrin after a particular 
headmaster's assembly one Monday morning three years ago.

"As part of Newmire's corporate sponsorship program, we have entered in 
to a deal with Procter & Gamble to test a new line of products with you 
pupils. They are considering bringing out a line of Pampers nappies for 
all ages of young men, so Newmire Boys' volunteered to help find out if 
there is a call for this. As we are receiving quite a sizeable monthly 
sum for this one-year test, I encourage you all to co-operate. So, 
tonight, all years will go to their dorms one half hour earlier than 
their usual curfew. The prefects will be changing all pupils in to 
their first nappies, then the prefects will change each other. From 
tomorrow morning on, all nappy changes will take place in the former 
sites of the boys' lavatories. But there will obviously be no more 
leaving lessons for toilet breaks."

We all knew better than to cry out and argue there and then, and most 
of us forgot about it until later that night. We were sent to our dorm 
and instructed to lay down naked on our beds and wait. My bed was in 
between James and Matt. Matt turned on to his side towards me and said, 
"What you think, Chris? This all just a joke?"

"The Headmaster doesn't joke, does he?" I replied, "I bet this is for 
real. I'm not too bothered."

"Why not?" said James, turning to his side also.

"'Cos they'll try it out, everyone will complain too much, and they'll 
abandon it."

"Maybe," agreed James, "but in the meantime, won't it annoy you having 
to wear nappies?"

"Not for me," said Matt, "especially at night. No more spankings for 
wetting my bed."

Just then, a team of three prefects walked in, wheeling a metallic cart 
that was stacked high with cardboard boxes with "Pampers Prototype" 
printed on them.

"OK, everyone," the American prefect said, "feet flat on the bed, push 
your legs and bottom in the air as we come round and diaper you." The 
first three boys nearest the door, including Matt, obliged as the three 
older boys came round to put their nappies on. I watched as Matt sat 
back down on the nappy, and the prefect sprinkled talcum powder on his 
crotch. He then lifted the front of the nappy over Matt's fifteen-year-
old penis and pulled the tapes tight. I noticed that the nappies were 
so "prototype" that they still looked like the baby nappies Pampers 
make, and had babyish designs over the front.

Then two of the prefects moved on to me. My diapering went quickly with 
the cute American prefect, and I was glad I didn't get a boner until 
after the thick, smooth diaper was wrapped around me. James was less 
lucky though. He got a hardon as soon as he was approached by a prefect 
and it wouldn't go away. After sitting him down on a diaper, he left 
the unfortunate embarrassed boy and finished diapering everyone else.

After seven minutes though, James' penis was still hard. It being an 
unusual nine inches long erect, it was impossible to diaper him until 
it went down. Being impatient and unwilling to wait, the prefect 
eventually decided to spank him. The American prefect took him and 
inserted the erect penis between his knees, so his bottom was in the 
air. He then spanked him with his hand twenty times, the maximum a 
prefect was allowed to spank. James yelped in pain and was crying by 
the end, but his penis was limp again and he was quickly diapered.

Finally, the prefects left us, eight fifteen and sixteen year old guys 
lying on their beds wearing nappies, most of them for the first time in 
eight or nine years. We also knew that since we were one of the last 
dorms on the prefects' usual rounds, almost every boy in the school of 
four hundred was wearing a nappy.

No-one said anything for about three minutes then finally Mike, in the 
bed opposite mine, asked, "Anyone going to... use these?"

"No way," insisted another boy. "I'm desperate though... who wants to 
sneak to the toilets with me?"

"Don't bother, Dom. We'll only get spanked. Just use your nappy."

"But it's a fucking nappy! I'm not a baby!"

"Then how come you were spanked for wetting the bed last week?" Matt 
asked, laughing.

"Shut up," Dom said, embarrassed.

"Come on guys," James said. "Let's just go for it. On the count of 
three, yeah?"

There were murmurs of agreement as everyone shifted, sat or stood on 
the floor to get comfortable. When everyone was ready, James counted. 
"One... Two... Three..."

I was on my bed, propping my back up with my hands below my elbows. I 
looked towards the front of my first nappy, imaging what my erect penis 
underneath the white baby-printed plastic looked like as its attached 
bladder let go and let urine flow. I felt it spread all ways from the 
tip which was pressed against the absorbent material. Some was soaked 
up straight away while more crawled upwards towards my pubes and was 
absorbed before it hit any barriers. Still more fell downstream to my 
bottom, where the thick pad of crystals quickly became warm jelly. It 
felt really wonderful.

The smell of urine from all eight of us hit my nostrils seconds later. 
I looked around at the nappies of the seven other guys and noticed the 
yellowing patches all over their fronts. Again, no-one said anything 
for a while. I silently wondered if that was because they were all 
feeling the pleasure that I was, or because they were disgusted beyond 
words by having to wet themselves.

"It's not so bad... I guess..." Dom finally said. I breathed out in 
relief, not realising I had been holding my breath.

"Na, it's fine. Easily get used to this," confirmed Matt. Mike, James 
and the others nodded in agreement. I smiled and nodded with them. 
Savouring the feeling of a wet nappy between my happy legs. I curled in 
to my bed and went to sleep.

****

Three days in to the nappy experiment, there was one thing me and my 
friends had yet to do. Even I was scared to try it. What if it was 
uncomfortable, smelled bad or anything? In the morning, however, we had 
all vowed to do it together that evening. Holding it all in had become 
too uncomfortable to handle much longer.

However, the choice was taken away from us in another assembly. The 
headmaster said, "First of all, this morning, there have been six 
pupils who've been avoiding nappies and leaving school without 
permission to use the public lavatories in the park. I've asked them 
all to come to the stage now for their punishment."

Public paddlings were only used for the most heinous crimes, so we all 
knew the staff were serious about these nappies. So the pupils walked 
on to the stage and stood with their backs to us, in-front of a 
horizontal pole. Being serial offenders, they did as they were used to, 
and dropped their trousers, then untaped their nappies. Bending over 
the pole, they waited their turn as the headmaster took the large 
paddle and spanked their asses twenty-five times each. This went with 
the jeering and name calling from the assembled pupils, as was 
encouraged, and cheers at each spank.

Eventually, the pupils walked off naked to be put in nappies again in 
the changing rooms.

"Next, the prefects have informed me that they have changed each pupil 
about three times a day, and for four hundred pupils, this makes about 
four thousand diaper changes already. This does not correlate very well 
with a collected total of only eighty changes of messy nappies. Because 
pupils are obviously nervous about using their nappies properly, we've 
arranged to make sure you know it's not so bad after all. This evening, 
liquid glycerine suppositories will be delivered to dormitories and 
pupils must administer them to each other. This will force you to have 
a bowel movement. Messy nappies will be changed first thing in the 
morning once you have become used to the feelings."

So, that evening, when we were all sent to our dorms, we each found the 
suppositories and a sheet of instructions on our beds. We got in to 
pairs, and I went with James. Everyone stripped down to their nappies, 
and James got on to his bed. He lay on his front with his knees moved 
forward and his forehead resting on the bed. His nappy bottom was 
raised in to the air. I rubbed his bottom through the nappy to relax 
him, then grabbed the nappy's waist and lowered it until I could see 
his hole. Then I inserted the pipette in to his bottom and squeezed the 
medicine in to his bowel. Then I took it out and resecured his nappy.

Before the medicine started working, I got in to the same position as 
he did before. He, again, rubbed my bottom. This not only relaxed me 
but turned me on, giving me an erection. As he pulled down my nappy and 
pushed the pipette in my butt I felt the cold medicine go in, and my 
nappy go back up. When I got up, we had all had our medicine, and lay 
back down on the floor on our fronts waiting for the medicine to take 
effect. Eventually, we all farted which was unpleasant. But soon after, 
I started to shit like normal, except it collected on my bottom rather 
than in a toilet. It was a nice feeling.

Dom complained about it, but everyone else liked the feelings of poop 
on their ass, and slept better than ever.