THE BRADY BUNCHES OF DIAPERS EPISODE ONE-- "The Wedding" Mike and Carol's wedding day had finally come. It was not your typical marriage. Carol had three girls who looked just like her pretty much. Cindy and Jan were both little blonde cuties and the oldest, Marcia, was a brunette. They had been without males in their life, so it was going to be quite a shock welcoming four into the family as Mike had three sons as well. They all resembled their dad with dark hair. The kids ages were very similar across the board. Greg, the oldest boy, was 12,while Marcia was 11. Both Peter and Jan were 9 and Bobby was 7 and Cindy was 6. With a family now consisting of six children they would be affectionately called the Brady Bunch, which was a play on their last name. Mike made a very good living for the family and had hired a housekeeper named Alice to take care of the boys after his wife died. Since three girls would be all that Carol could manage anyway, he decided that it would be a good idea if she continued working for them. She was a very loving and patient woman and all the kids loved her. She was in her mid 40's and the boys loved her because she was more than willing to play boy games with them even if her body was not as accommodating as her mind. Alice was also a rare housekeeper/babysitter that didn't mind changing diapers. Although others might not mind changing kids' diapers that were up to three or four years old, this was a unique situation other than the situation already described. Peter and Bobby were full time diaper wearers. This was almost unheard of, having a 9 and 7 year old in diapers full time. For bedwetting maybe, but not 24/7. Peter and Bobby were not always like this. They were well on their way to being your typical boys who wore underwear until their mom died. Bobby had just turned 4 and had only been out of diapers three months when it happened. Peter, who was the most sensitive little boy of the three seemed to take it the worst. He had just started first grade and it first started with him wetting the bed from terrible nightmares. While Peter was still somewhat of a bedwetter anyway, he got to where he woke up wet every morning. So much effort was put into helping Peter deal with the loss, Bobby's potty training was short-lived as accidents became rather frequent with him as well. For Bobby he was not only just peeing but had returned to pooping in his underwear where he did have that down. Under the circumstances Mike and Alice decided it would just be easier to let Bobby return to diapers and then try again when they could put a better effort into the situation. Something had to be done for poor little Peter. He just couldn't get uninterrupted sleep during the night due to waking up in a cold wet pajamas and sheets. Peter began wetting his pants at school due to this and Mike was being called away from his very busy work to take clean underpants and clothes so he could be changed on such occurrences. Mike's boss was getting impatient with him because he was their top architect and multi-million dollar contracts were hanging in the balance. Alice couldn't drive a car to take care of that and he couldn't just get anyone to take care of Peter's wet beds and now Bobby's return to cloth diapers and plastic panties. Peter's teacher really sympathized with Peter's problem. She knew that the little kid just couldn't get over the loss of his mom and it was either accidental or regression. The kids took no pity on poor Peter. To them it was funny and something to be laughed at when a puddle formed. Everyone would point and laugh, and although the teacher was kind and scolded the others for demonstrating this in her presence she couldn't be with him all the time at lunch and at the playground. Peter now had a great fear of having these accidental wettings and his school work was suffering because so much of his concentration had become pre- occupied on the task of staying dry. The next time Peter wet his pants at school he just broke down crying as all the kids laughed. Once again Peter was taken to the school nurse as they phoned his dad at work. When the teacher explained that he needed to bring more clothes, Mike in an aggravated tone snapped: "NOT AGAIN! What's wrong with him? Do you think he is doing this on purpose?" Mrs. Blum was now upset. She had hoped it would work it's way out for Peter, but someone had to say something in poor Peter's behalf. When Mike got to the school they changed Peter and instead of sending him back to class to face even more ridicule, she told Peter to stay there while she talked to his dad alone. Poor Peter began to cry. He just knew he was in trouble. More than likely he would get a paddling not to mention what awaited him at home. Mrs. Blum explained that something had to be done. She showed Mike what his grades really looked like and that she had been making them look better than they were because she understood the situation and knew he was otherwise a very bright caring boy. She told him all the kids were now laughing at him because of this and calling him names. As a temporary solution she suggested diapers and a child psychologist. Mike explained to her that six year old boys don't wear diapers and that would make it worse on him. She assured Mike that the school nurse could take care of him as long as he supplied the very necessary diapers and that most kids wouldn't notice. Then they went to get Peter and talk with him. Peter just knew he was in trouble. It was only a matter of time 'til he would be paddled, he thought. Instead, the teacher hugged him and said she talked with his dad and they thought that it would be a good idea if he started wearing diapers to school and that he would get to go to a doctor that helps boys quit wetting. "Is that OK Peter?" asked his dad. Peter looked up and smiled and said, "Sure, I thought I was in real big trouble." Mrs. Blum hugged peter and told him it was alright and Mike put his hand on Peter's black hair and ruffled it up. Then they left school and went shopping. Mike expected Peter to raise a fuss about diapers and was real glad he took it as well as he did. They went to a department store to find what they needed. Peter asked his dad if the sales woman would think they were for him because he was embarrassed. Mike said that, "most likely they would think they are for your little brother, and even if they did many six year old boys wear diapers at night for bedwetting." Peter smiled and said, "You think I can wear them at night too?" His Dad replied, Sure son, that is a good idea, boy you are smart and I know Alice won't mind." Peter's eyes really sparkled. Mike hadn't seen his son this happy since before the tragedy. Anything that made a boy this happy couldn't be a bad thing. They picked up 24 cloth diapers and the largest size of plastic panties they had. Peter opened them up in the station wagon and was surprised to see that they looked like they were too big if anything. Mike said, "See son, they make them for boys your size, so you're not the only one. I bet half your friends wear them at night." Peter could hardly wait to get home and be diapered. When they got home Alice was there with Bobby and he was following her around in his diapers. "Your home early, Mr. Brady. Is Peter alright?" she asked. "He's just fine Alice. I'll explain in a few minutes," he responded. With that they went up to the boys room and Mike helped Peter out of his pants and underwear. Then he folded 3 cloth baby diapers together up under the little six year old and pulled them snugly between his legs and pinned each side with the yellow ducky pins he picked out. Then he had Peter stand up as he inserted the bunched up panties over his feet and pulled them up over his son's diaper, tucking everything in place. Peter kept looking at himself in the mirror and Mike kneeled down and kissed Peter and told him how cute he looked. Peter smiled and threw his little arms around his dad's neck and said, "Thank you, daddy." Then Mike said, Let's go show you off to Bobby and Alice after we get your shoes back on." Peter was an absolute doll in his diapers. They looked so cute against his light blue dress shirt with bold black horizontal stripes with red trim. His plastic panties really bulged out in behind as his shirt only came to the top. Then he presented Peter and told Alice that Peter had decided to help her out on laundry by going back to diapers. Alice said, "Peter, you are the cutest sight I have ever seen, just look at you." Bobby ran up to Peter and pulled at Peter's plastic panties to see if they were really like his. "You get to wear diapers like me," he exclaimed. "That's right Bobby, now your not the only baby boy in town," his dad assured him. Bobby hugged his big brother and their plastic panties touched. After they broke embraces Bobby announced that he had just gone pee pee. Alice said she would take care of it but, Mr. Brady told her he wanted to take care of it and laid Bobby on the kitchen floor and removed his waterproof panties and unpinned his soggy diapers. "You're awful wet for someone who just went pee pee Bobby. Have you been walking around in wet dipees all morning, tiger?" "Yes daddy," as he grinned. Mr. Brady realized that he now had two happy little diaper boys on his hand, but at least they were happy and that was all that mattered. EPISODE TWO-- "The Honeymoon" It was now time for the wedding to take place. Carol and Mike hadn't been dating very long and this was a surprise to all six kids involved, considering they had only found out days in advance. Everyone was very nervous. Peter and Bobby were very nervous about having three sisters added to the family. They just knew that they would probably tease them unmercifully if they found out about their diapers. Keeping their diapers from them would be virtually impossible. Greg assured them that everything would be alright and that they needed to quit acting like babies. "You don't see me going around and acting like a baby about this, do you?" he asked. Then as he looked at his younger brothers getting dressed for the wedding he could not help but chuckle as to what he had just said. The thick white diapers encapsulated each of their butts totally as they extended high onto their backs. "You guys think you got enough diapers on?" Greg stated with a bit of sarcasm. "Dad told Alice to put on at least four since it was going to be a long day and bathrooms might be scarce and he didn't want the guests to be distracted by us. "So don't you guys need your waterproof pants also?" he stated. Right on cue Alice entered with brand new ones still in the pack. They were a size larger than the ones they normally wore to accompany the thickness surrounding their little bubble butts. They pulled them on like regular underpants as they continued readying themselves. Then they were each given their Sunday best shirts by Alice. The tails draped down over their thick diapers while standing but exposed the diapers beneath when Bobby and Peter bent over to put on their new dress slacks. Both of their suits had been tailor made with extra room in the seat so that their diapers would not be pressed tightly and leak. They both looked more like they were two or three years old, than elementary grade school kids. Greg just shook his head. The girls were just as worried as they prepared for their new family. The youngest Cindy was worried that the boys might play rough and hurt her or her dolls that she liked to play with. Jan shared her feelings as well, as she expressed that her mom didn't know enough about their soon- to-be dad to get married. "I thought she loved us," a teary-eyed Cindy uttered. Marcia told Cindy that she still loved them and it would be alright as she hugged her little sister. They continued getting dressed as they tried to make everything look perfect. "I hear they have a dog, too," Jan complained. "Dogs are smelly and it better not mess with our cat or else," as she threatened. "Might as well get used to it Jan, because boys can smell, too, since they hate taking baths," Marcia teased. "You mean boys don't have to take baths?" Cindy quizzed. "Of course they do, silly, but they don't like getting wet for some reason and fight it all the way." Carol then came in the room and the girls explained their concerns. She told them everything would be alright once they got to know the boys. Both groups finally arrived at the wedding, which was outdoors, and took their seats. They leaned across to look at each other and Bobby stuck out his tongue and Cindy returned the favor. Carol took notice of her daughter's behavior and gave her a firm look. "What's up with Bobby's and Peter's butts?" Jan asked Marcia. "What do you mean by that?" her older sister replied. "They look like they are wearing diapers the way their butts are all poofed out" Jan stated. Marcia laughed and cupped her hands over her mouth at that suggestion. "I'm quite sure they have been potty trained by now, silly," Marcia replied to that suggestion, as she had not noticed anything other than the cute faces of her soon-to- be baby brothers. The exchanging of Mike's and Carol's vows occupied everyone's attention for the next several minutes until a huge disturbance occurred. Tiger, the boys' dog got loose and started chasing the girls' cat that they had sneaked to the wedding. The kitty ran across tables that held a feast of food and desert for the party to follow. Women in fancy dresses screamed as the large clumsy dog left a trail of destruction in his wake. Mike screamed at the boys to get Tiger, but it was too late and he was moving very fast in an effort to catch the quicker cat he was after. The girls immediately tried to save their cat from the grips of the beast and the situation had declined into total chaos. Carol and Mike then rushed to regain control of everything before it was too late. Just as the wedding cake was next in the path of the furry tornado, Mike lunged and saved it, only to be knocked over and having it smash all over his face. Peter had gotten his pants ripped on a corner of a chair during the chase and his plastic panties were exposed. His pants were too big to accompany his diapers and they were torn completely off his leg on the left side. Bobby had become entangled as his pants had slid down to his ankles during the chase. The slickness of the youngest boy's baby pants had caused this and the loose fit didn't help matters, either. Cindy was looking down on him spread out in a prone position saying, "Hey mommie, Bobby wears diapers just like my doll!!" Bobby was crying like a baby, too, as he kicked his legs up and down, calling full attention to his diapered rear end. The fall had caused him to wet his diaper and he was too embarrassed to stand up. A cake-covered Mike and Carol rushed to pick up their youngest son and see what was the matter. Peter ran off to the family station wagon so his diapers would not be noticed anymore than they already were. Greg then ran after him to see where he was going. Jan said, "See, Marcia, they really were wearing diapers!!!" Marcia didn't know what to do but laugh at the situation, making Jan even madder. "What will everyone think of us having diaperboys for brothers at school?" she asked her older sister. Marcia said, "I don't know but if you ask me, I think they're kinda cute in diapers." The focus then turned to Bobby as the crowd gathered around hoping that the little dark-haired boy wasn't hurt too bad. Mike quickly picked the 6 year old up and hugged him while asking, "What was wrong?" After continuing to sob for awhile, Bobby revealed that he had wet his diaper to his very concerned father and new mother. "Oh, is that all, Bobby? Everything will be OK," as she wiped the tears from his eyes. Several of their friends and relatives wanted to know if everything was OK as they didn't hear Bobby's low muttered confession. Mike quickly told them that he had just peed in his pants and that was all. The crowd chuckled as they were happy that no broken bones had resulted in the tiny fellow. A fresh diaper was all that was needed. "He can have one of my baby's diapers," Cindy offered, feeling pity for her youngest brother who was also her age. Carol laughed and said that wouldn't be necessary for now as their relatives laughed as well to the cuteness and kindness of the little blonde haired girl's suggestion. Back at the car Greg and Peter were talking about how much trouble they would be in for not making sure Tiger was tied up properly. All this made poor Peter's stomach churn. "What's wrong now?", Greg demanded as he saw that Peter's face was grimaced. Peter revealed that his tummy was out of sorts. "Oh great," Greg announced disgustedly. "Let's get you to a bathroom," but Peter did not want to go across the lawn with his plastic panties in plain view. Greg tugged at his arm but it was too late. Peter stood with legs spread out like a little boy as his loose bowel movement invaded the white diapers beneath his panties. This was followed by a muffled fart. Greg realized Peter had just filled his diapers good and the smell then confirmed it to boot. A flood of pee pee then streamed in causing a hissing sound against the inside shell of his waterproof panties. Soon the others returned to the car and the group proceeded home. Luckily it was a warm southern California day and they went with the windows rolled down to keep everyone from gagging at Peter's very dirty diaper. As Peter sat in the back seat on the hot vinyl seats of the station wagon he would have to raise up from time to time to keep the back of his legs from burning. The vinyl of his baby pants tried to stay adhered to the seat causing the load in his diapers to ooze up and down and mash all over the inside and outside of his buttocks. Marcia sat next to him and told him that everything would be OK and not to worry. Jan rolled her eyes as she thought boys in diapers was awful and could not believe that Marcia and Cindy was taking pity on their plight. At home Mike changed Peter's diaper, while Carol volunteered to handle Bobby's. Mike didn't think it would be fair to let her do Peter's since the condition of his diaper was about as messy as they come. All four diapers that were pulled from under Peter were stained brown not to mention the leg holes of his plastic panties. Luckily the vinyl seating of the car was easily cleaned up. Carol had not diapered one of her girls in over four years. Cindy was the last one to wear them and she was out of them shortly after turning two. Mike revealed that the boys were trained pretty early too, considering that they were boys. Peter was the only one that wore them after his third birthday. Carol said, "Well now that they have a mom again maybe we can get them potty-trained again before too long." "Such a shame though because they really are very cute in diapers." Bobby and Peter just lay there smiling at each other and all the wonderful attention that they were receiving. After getting the boys diapered and leaving instructions for Alice they left for their honeymoon. Once on their honeymoon though, both parents started really missing the kids. Carol was hoping that the girls were OK with the boys, especially Peter and Bobby. They finally decided to return home and bring them all along. So in the middle of the night they awakened all 6 sleeping angels. Several started to get dressed, but were quickly informed that there wasn't time for that. So in the motel all six kids made their ways up the stairs to the Honeymoon Sweet following their crazy parents. Peter and Bobby lagged behind. Both had already wet their diapers in their sleep. Both boys' plastic panties drooped. While the other four had pajama bottoms on these two only wore the tops since being put back into diapers. The man at the front desk could not believe he was watching two pre-teen boys toddle up the stairs in diapers. EPISODE THREE-- "Dear Libby" Everyone at the Brady household was now getting used to one another. The girls had really accepted their new brothers quite well. Jan was envious of her brothers' attention, but seeing how she was a middle child she always felt a little left out as she did got get to enjoy being the oldest or the baby. Marcia and Cindy thought that their two youngest brothers, Peter and Bobby were absolutely adorable. Since they both were still wearing diapers it made them both seem much younger than their true age. Cindy was at the stage where she just loved to play doll and she was always pestering Bobby to be the doll. Cindy always loved the dolls that wet much more than the others and having a real life brother like this was even better. Some of the time Bobby played along and would wet his diaper in front of Cindy as they played, while at other times he didn't want Greg and Peter to see him playing such a game with a girl even if it was only his sister. Marcia showed Peter more attention than Bobby though it was hardly noticeable. Mike and Carol were really pleased everything had gone so well. Mike was worried that he would have to get Bobby and Peter into training pants soon after they became a family, but since no one was complaining there didn't seem to be a rush. The happy family would sit around at night watching TV with Peter and Bobby wearing just diapers and a T-shirt but no one thought it weird. The only time that diapers even raised an eyebrow was when Cindy would announce that she could smell a diaper change coming in a prissy kind of tone. This gave Cindy the air that she was definitely not the baby of the family. Shortly thereafter Jan or Marcia would confirm Cindy's sense of smell was once again correct. As all eyes would turn to Bobby he would be like "What?" as if he did not know what was going on, but usually the devilish little grin would widen and he would give his self away every time. Peter was a little more reluctant to go potty in his pants while the whole group was together, but when he did they showered him with lots of attention and praise for being such a good little boy. There was no shortage of volunteers for changing diapers. Carol took care of it most of the time, unless Marcia or Alice insisted on giving her a break. Cindy was not allowed to change the boys diapers though she wanted to desperately. Her job was to let her mom know when the boys needed a fresh diaper and she did it well. The little blonde girl was always following her brothers around watching for a saggy diaper in behind or one where their cute waterproof pants was adhering to their diaper in front due to it being wet. While Cindy was not allowed to change Bobby's diapers she did love using his diapers on her baby dolls. After she saw Alice finish drying the boys' diapers she would usually get several and pin them on her dolls. Then she would get Bobby's baby pants to make the diapering job complete. She would often run and show her mom what a good job she did on her dolls. If her mom wasn't around she would sometimes run up to Bobby and say, "my baby looks just like you in its diapers and plastic panties." Bobby tried early on to remind his sister that he wore plastic *pants* instead, but it was useless. Now he just rolled his eyes at that statement. While Bobby did everything to maintain the fact that he was a red-blooded boy he liked playing with her doll and changing its diapers which was really his and Peter's, anyway. While most dad's would freak at such a site Mike knew that it was OK and merely a part of growing up. Just when everything seemed perfect Marcia read something in the newspaper that really bothered her. It was in the "Dear Libby" advice column. This was the letter: I recently got married to a man that has three sons. I have three daughters. We have a unique problem because his two youngest boys are still in diapers. I don't mean like they are 3 and 4, because I know that is really not all that unusual. These kids are already in school and it is really causing a problem. They won't have anything to do with being potty trained and my husband couldn't care less. While he thinks it is perfectly fine for otherwise healthy boys to run around with their diapered tails for all to see, he expects me and my oldest girl to change all their diapers and the extra laundry that goes with it. He makes real good money to support all of us, but he is a miser. We put the boys in Pampers for school, but at home he insists that I use cloth diapers and plastic panties on the boys. I am afraid if something don't change, and I don't mean diapers, our relationship might end up in the toilet. Marcia was in shock because the woman that wrote it had to be their mom from the description. Then Marcia read "Dear Libby's" reply. I am afraid that you need to confront your husband with your feelings or be ready to flush. There is no excuse for boys such as you described to not be potty trained unless the reasons are physical. It sounds like your husband has a lot of growing up to do himself. Buy the boys regular underpants like every other boy and make them wear them. Be willing to use a firm hand if needed since their father is obviously neglecting his duty. Underpants cost less than Pampers, so he should be happy. You did not state how old your daughters are but the only diapers they need to change is that of a real baby. Just remember your vows did not include for wetter or dirtier. Marcia quickly showed the letter to Jan. She believed that it was written by their mom as well. "See I told you all along that this was not good," Jan said in a "ha ha" tone. "What are we going to do?", quizzed Marcia. All the talking awoke Cindy and she was very curious as to what was happening. After making Cindy promise to not tell anyone they let her in on the news. "But I think Bobby and Peter are cute in diapers!!" she stated. Jan reminded her younger sister that diapers are for dolls and babies and not kids their age. Marcia realized that Jan was right and something had to change if they were going to keep the family together. Marcia took it upon herself to make sure that they got the boys potty- trained before their mom's patience ended. Jan agreed to help potty-train Bobby and Peter, but wasn't cleaning up after them when they had accidents. The next day after school Marcia and Jan went shopping for training pants. After several stores they discovered that this was no easy task because no thick training pants existed for boys the size of Peter and Bobby. This also reaffirmed that the letter was indeed from their mom. Jan suggested that maybe they could buy several packages and make them wear several pair of underpants until they got the hang of using the potty again. Marcia and Jan had to spend some of their hard-earned savings to buy the underpants, but they agreed that it was worth it if it meant saving their parents' newly formed marriage. As soon as they got home they ripped into the packages of boys briefs, twelve briefs per package. They were not anything like the comparatively smaller and skimpier panties that they wore. They came up high in the back, the crotch was wider, and they were all white and the only other color was two thin blue stripes along the waistband, which was much wider and made of stronger elastic than the waistbands that appeared on any of the girls' underpants. They also had a second layer of fabric in the seat, a feature the girls had never seen on any of their panties before. "Why do they have two layers in the butt?" Cindy asked Marcia. "Probably because boys don't know how to wipe, that is, when they use the toilet in the first place, unlike our two younger brothers," Marcia answered in a disgusted tone. "Boys also have a lot of accidents from what I am told," Jan added. "I'm sure glad I'm a girl," Cindy said. "I'd sure hate to be a boy and have to wear those. They look kind of like diapers." "They will once we get Bobby and Peter in them," Marcia commented. "What's that in front?" Jan asked pointing to the cut out area. Marcia giggled, that was the first time she saw boys' underpants completely and told Jan that must be for their you-know-what when they go pee pee standing up. "You mean boys use the bathroom standing up?" asked Cindy. "All I ever seen Bobby do was sit down," she said in another inquisitive remark. "Yeah, that's because he likes pooping in his pants and that's all you have seen," stated Jan, half-disgusted at the thought. "OK Cindy, go and tell Peter and Bobby that we have a surprise for them," Marcia instructed. Peter and Bobby came in the room within minutes. "What you want?" asked Peter in a sheepish voice. Both Peter and Bobby were dressed only in their quadruple-thick diapers with plastic pants. Both were wearing dress shirts. Peter's had blue stripes and Bobby's was solid red. The dark-haired youngsters were the picture of cuteness. "Time for your diaper change, OK," instructed Marcia. "Yeah, but I'm still dry," insisted Bobby in a cocky attitude, "but Peter needs one since he just messed in his." "Shut up Bobby!!" demanded the older boy. "What's a matter, did Peter go poopy in his dipee?" teased Jan. "OK Peter, I guess I'll have to take care of you first." Peter lay down on the carpet just as he was told and Marsh slid a changing pad from beneath her bed and he lifted himself upon it, while being careful not to smear the contents inside his diapers. Peter asked that the other two girls leave and they did once their older sister told them. Bobby started to leave as well since their was no reason to change his diapers. Jan grabbed Bobby by the rear of his waterproof pants and as Bobby's legs kept churning the plastic stretched about a foot and exposed the bright white very thick cotton diapers beneath it. "Where do you think you're going, mister?" she demanded as she whipped the smaller child around and pointed him back into the room after giving him a firm smack to his well-diapered behind. In the room Marcia was handling the diaper change with all the kindness as usual. "Ooh, you really did make a mess," she stated as she put one hand over her nose. Bobby laughed as his older sister then folded up the used didees and cleaned Peter up good. The only thing better than having his diapers changed was watching his brother get his changed, Bobby thought to himself. Marcia then showed the boys the underwear that they would be wearing from now on and they gasped. It had been awhile since they had to wear those horrid things. In fact, pretty much since their mom died, and the sight of underpants brought tears to both their eyes. Marcia explained that she loved seeing them in diapers and didn't mind changing them but it was for their own good if they didn't want something bad to happen. Marcia put the first pair on the middle brother and he tried to stand up but Marcia had him lay back down on the changing pad. Before it was over Peter had twelve pairs of underpants on. She was going to stop at eight pairs, but then she figured the remaining four pairs of underpants still sitting in the opened package would better serve their purpose on Peter's behind. Marcia didn't want to take any chances, at least while Peter was still at ground zero when it came to his potty training. She wanted to rip open the second package she had bought for him and use these, too, but she could barely get the twelfth pair to fit in spite of her efforts to pull it up to its maximum height well above Peter's cotton-enshrouded buttocks. "I wish I had thought to buy some underwear in the next size," Marcia thought to herself. Doing some quick math, she figured twelve pairs, times two layers in each of the double-seated underpants made for twenty-four layers, enough to handle just about anything that might come out of Peter's butt. Marcia was satisfied as she took a look at the bulging, solid plies of fabric amply adorning Peter's posterior. "There, how does that feel?" she asked as she playfully snapped at his topmost waistband, unable to resist the urge to do so. "Kinda weird," Peter expressed. "OK, those will be your training pants until we get you back to using the potty like a big boy." Peter didn't say anything and looked real sad. "OK Bobby, it's your turn," Marcia informed him. Bobby told her that he was going to tell dad on her because they are supposed to wear real diapers. Marcia begged him not to do that because it would ruin everything and they wouldn't be a family anymore. Bobby wanted to know why but Marcia would not tell him. Soon he was in as many underpants as his brother. Both little boys were now on their way to being trained as the thickness of underpants in the crotch reminded them of that with each step. A little while later Jan grabbed Peter and Bobby by the arm and told them that boys don't go around in just their underpants. She led them up to their room to make them put on shorts to cover up their makeshift training pants. Their shorts barely fit over all the thickness. From the outside they looked like they were wearing their usual diapers except these were not as comfortable and didn't make that crinkling sound. Peter and Bobby looked really sad. "Now when you are about to go potty, you are to come and get me or Marcia to take you." "But how are we supposed to take all these underpants off first?" Bobby asked. "That'll teach you control and force you to hold it longer," Marcia said. "You better not bother mom or Alice because they have had it with you guys", Jan instructed in a matter of fact tone. A few hours passed and Marcia told Jan that maybe they needed to check on their brothers to see if they needed to go potty since they had not come to them. Outside they were both playing and the two older girls went to check on them. Marcia checked on Peter and found him still dry. She kissed him and told him what a big boy he was for being out of diapers. While Marcia was showering Peter with attention a scream of "Bobby Brady!!!!!!", rang out. Jan found her younger brother wet and messy. His light blue shorts were soaked in front and he smelled like he had done number two as well. It was hard to tell since he had on so many underpants. Bobby was smiling and it was apparent to Jan that he didn't mind that condition in his pants. Up to the girls' room he went as Jan got Marcia to take care of the cleanup. Marcia had quite a task on her hands as she peeled off Bobby's double seated underpants one at a time. The last pair was really poopy while the others were just urine soaked. The second pair had traces of skid marks from where it went through the first pair, the double seats helping to absorb much of the liquefied fecal matter. "Bobby, you are going to have to do better than that!" Jan demanded, but Marcia told her to lay off because babies don't quite get it right off the bat. Bobby stuck his tongue out at Jan while Marcia's attention was more focussed on Jan. Peter liked Marcia's encouragement and was somewhat scared of Jan so he potty trained quite well except for a couple of wettings. Bobby was just plain defiant. He refused to go potty even once and Marcia was getting tired of the extra work involved with using underwear on a boy that treated them like diapers. His sisters tried everything. They bragged on Peter in front of him. Marcia begged him because of what she thought was at stake if he didn't train like every other boy his age. Marcia just finally told Jan it was useless and decided that it was best to put Bobby back into diapers and plastic panties. At least Peter was on his way to being trained and soon they had him down to three pair. Marcia was becoming quite desperate and decided that it was time for her to write "Dear Libby" and see if she could help with the problem: Dear Libby, I think my mom wrote you about us and I am desperate. I am the oldest sister and recently our mom married a man that has three boys, of which two were in diapers. I am trying to save their marriage by potty training them but it's not working. The youngest refuses to go potty while the middle boy is now out of diapers, thanks to the help of my sister. Can you please tell us how to potty train our little brother so we can remain a family. Several days passed and the girls read the newspaper without an answer. Carol was curious as to what was going on because Marcia was always volunteering to take care of the boys. Finally, a knock on the door came and it was "Dear Libby" in person. Marcia and the girls gathered around to hear the advice on potty training. Instead they were informed that the letter that ran in her column did not originate at the Brady household though the description was the same. "So you mean mom and dad ain't going to get a divorce?", Marcia asked. "No I guess not. At least your parents anyway," Libby explained. As further proof, she showed the girls pictures of the boys in diapers that came from the other mom in another state. Both of those boys were brown-headed as opposed to their darker-haired brothers. Cindy gazed the pictures over and said, "They have diapers on just like our brothers!" as she pointed to the baby pants each was wearing. Libby then left. Peter then peeked from the top of the stairs and asked the girls who just left. Marcia said, "Never mind, Peter. How would you like to get put back in diapers like Bobby?" Peter smiled and said, "Boy would I!" Soon Peter and Bobby were playing with their diapers exposed once again. Bobby soon asked his new mom to change him after the girls told him it would be OK. Cindy and Marcia smiled with delight as they watched Bobby get his plastic pants pulled down and thick cloth diapers unpinned by their mother. Everything was back to normal once again. EPISODE FOUR: THE CLUBHOUSE Peter and Bobby came home from school one day and their mom prepared to change them out of their diapers as usual. Both boys were wet which was nothing new. Carol first slid Peter's plastic pants down revealing his soaked diapers as Bobby giggled with delight. "What are you laughing at, mister?" his mom turned to him and asked. "I bet your diaper is wet too!" she continued. "Maybe, Maybe not!" the younger boy continued. Then she undid Peter's cute blue plain diaper pins as her new son lifted his butt in the air knowing that she would now slide it from beneath him. Carol spread and folded three more cloth diapers and sprinkled in the baby powder and soon the older boy's rear was on his new diapers as Carol began pulling them snugly between his smooth boyish legs. Then she inserted the diaper pins that was from Peter's previous diaper and he was ready to go play. "OK let's check your diaper since you seem to be acting as if you are a big boy today," Carol said with a smile as she turned her attention toward her youngest son. In no time flat she had Bobby's waterproof pants down to his ankles and then all the way off his feet. It was now evident that the reason Bobby was giggling was that his diaper was not only wet but contained a lump in the rear. Bobby had really pooped his diaper good while he and Peter were walking from school. "Bobby!" Carol exclaimed because this was a little out of the usual. "You didn't do that at school I hope!" she continued. Bobby assured her that he was walking home when it happened. Now Peter was the one giggling at his little brother. Carol asked Peter if he could get her a washcloth to take care cleaning up Bobby. Since it was solid it wasn't real bad, but still, Bobby's butt was stained and had traces of brown poop caked in. After cleaning Bobby up real good she put him into three fresh-smelling cloth diapers just like his brother. She decided that since they would be going outside to play their baby pants weren't necessary. Who cares if your diaper leaks as long as it is outside. Bobby and Peter then ran off like little cotton tails on the way outside to their clubhouse. As they rushed into the door of their clubhouse they were met by an awful surprise. Cindy had set up her doll table and her dolls were around it as she was making them tea. Jan had a bucket of pink paint and was about to begin painting the inside walls. Marsha was putting flowers and pictures of unicorns up. Bobby began immediately screaming for them to get out because it was the boys' clubhouse. Marsha reminded her little brothers that it was now all of the kids' clubhouse since they were just as much a part of the family as the boys. Peter joined in with Bobby and pleaded for them to leave as well, but Jan told him that they were there first and the boys could either help decorate or play after they got done. Bobby was becoming more steamed now as the girls were not about to budge from their newly claimed territory. "The only reason you got here first was because we had to get changed," he told her. "Yeah changed into your baby diapers!!!" Jan fired back. "Besides, baby boys need to play in sandboxes until they get out of diapers. Maybe then you can get your own clubhouse to play in like big boys." Bobby then threatened the girls that he was going to tell dad when he got home from work and then they would be sorry. Marsha told him not to be such a cryboy and pushed him out the door and pulled it shut. Bobby started pounding on the door with both fists as the girls giggled from within. Peter then told Bobby to give it up and they would just go back inside. The boys then walked into the den but were met by their mom and told to go back outside. "You can't come back in here without plastic pants, dears," she told her boys. Peter offered to go get them but Carol explained that they needed fresh air to keep from getting a diaper rash and insisted that they go play on the swings. Bobby pleaded that they wanted to play in the clubhouse, but his mom told them that they needed to share with their sisters and had to wait their turn. "Everyone's against us," Bobby complained to his brother. The two boys played briefly on the swings but the sounds of girly music and giggling coming from their private retreat almost made them sick. They weren't allowed back inside and the girls wouldn't let them in their clubhouse. All they could do was roam around the back yard dressed in white cloth diapers and striped short-sleeved shirts. Peter thought if maybe they used their diapers then their mom would have to let them back inside to be changed. Bobby told him that he didn't feel like he could go in his diapers for awhile. Bobby was now wishing he hadn't been a little stinker and pooped his diaper on the way home from school. Peter suggested running water to help him go pee. The two boys walked over to the faucet located on the outside wall of their house. As Peter walked he could feel a very faint feeling that perhaps he might be able to make poopy if he tried really hard. He was hoping that the running water could help motivate Bobby into wetting his dipee. Marsha looked outside the clubhouse and tried to figure out what the boys were up to. Jan thought they might be going to hook up the hose and try to flood them out of the clubhouse and was getting ready. Marsha said, "It looks like they are washing their hands." The girls continued to stare and soon Peter hunkered over and tried to make poopy in his diaper. "Far out!" she exclaimed as she cupped her hands over her mouth as she saw what they were really up to. "That's so sick!" as Jan rolled her eyes with disgust. Peter was able to force out a firm load into the seat of his diaper. This was followed by a gush of pee pee that dampened his diaper pretty good and began trickling down the inside of his leg to his bare feet. "Now your turn", as he pleaded with Bobby to do the same. "It's no use," Bobby complained. "So, did Bobby poop his dipee, too?" Jan asked, having turned away to spreading pink paint on the walls again. Marsha could easily tell by the difference in color of the boys' diapers that he was still dry. Peter's diaper was now sagging heavily as he walked about with Bobby. Finally, Bobby was able to pee and like his brother the cloth diaper did it's best to contain the wetting before it was trickling down the inside of the younger boy's tender legs. The boys then went to the door and knocked. Carol came to the door and noticed that the boys had both used their diapers. She told them to wait while she went to get fresh diapers for them. She handed Peter six cloth diapers and told them that it was Marsha's turn to change them. "But we want you to do it," pleaded Bobby. Their mom refused and told them that they still needed to stay outside. Marsha saw Peter with the new diapers and asked him if they needed to be changed. Peter began to walk toward the clubhouse but Bobby told him that they could wait awhile. Peter felt embarrassed as he could hear his sisters giggling at the sight of his sagging diaper. Time seemed to drag on as Peter and Bobby finally laid down on their stomachs looking at each other. Poor Peter was trying his best not to smear the contents of his diaper. When Mr. Brady got home Bobby was the first to go up and complain about the girls taking over. Peter came along to confirm his witnessing to the situation as well. Mike felt that the girls were out of line. "Looks like you guys need fresh diapers," as the aroma of pee pee and poopy caught his nose. "Yeah mom won't even let us inside and is making us stay out here in our diapers," Peter complained. Later that evening Mike talked the situation over with his wife. He explained that Greg, Peter and Bobby built that clubhouse from scratch with the help of him and he was afraid that what the girls were doing wasn't right. Carol felt like she had to defend her girls and the two adults were now on opposite sides of the argument as well. Finally after seeing Carol's disgust with the situation Mike suggested that the girls could create their own clubhouse. He would buy the materials and they could build it while the boys worked on getting their clubhouse painted blue and more boyish looking. The next day Mike brought home all the materials necessary. He and Carol tried to help the girls but they were not very good at hammering nails. Just like the day before Bobby and Peter were dressed only in thick white cloth diapers that rode a good ways up their backs. They watched out the window and laughed at the comedy of the girls' construction. Greg was with them and even he was amused as he sat their and watched with his two younger diaper-wearing brothers. Then something tragic almost happened. Cindy was just missed as a wall came crashing down just missing her by inches. This scared Mr. Brady really bad and he demanded that the girls get out of the way while the boys finish it for them. Bobby complained that they had to build their own in spite of what occurred. Mr. Brady said, "Fine. Then you can share yours equally with the girls." Bobby quickly picked up a hammer and said, "Pete what are you waiting on?" Soon, Greg and both toddler wannabe boys were working away like beavers. The girls all laughed at the cuteness of their brothers in diapers as they bent over and got to work. "Careful, Peter, that's to heavy for you," his mother pleaded as the diaper clad dark-haired lad raised the siding up. "Yeah we don't want you to poop your diaper!" teased Marsha knowing it was her turn to change the boys next. "That's enough, Marsha. Why don't you girls go fix some lemonade for our hard working boys," Mrs. Brady suggested. The clubhouse was soon finished and Bobby's and Peter's diapers had managed to stay dry as well which was a miracle in itself. Everyone was proud of the family achievement. Cindy then suggested that they could now have a nursery for the boys. Everyone thought that was a wonderful idea. Cindy and Marsha then thought about how much fun it would be decorating their clubhouse with baby stuff. The idea was preciously sweet to everyone but Jan. That would have to be worked on a little more.