Summary: A 10-year old boy discovers that he likes to wet his pants. 
His mom decides that diapers should be his new underwear then. Freddie 
goes along with this consequence and further fills them.

FREDDIE’S CHOICE


This story is intended for the private use of the reader. It deals with 
minor children in situations involving pants wetting and diaper 
wearing. If this subject matter is of no interest to you then please do 
not bother reading. Otherwise please enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

Ten year old Freddie lies on the carpet, on his stomach, watching TV. 
One hand is on his crotch cupping it. The other one is under is chin. 
His mom, Vicky walks by and sees him.

“Why don’t you go out and play Freddie, it is such a nice summer day,” 
says Vicky.

Freddie turns around and looks at his mom, without moving his hand from 
his crotch.

“Yes, Freddie, go out and play,” says his mom. She of course sees him 
holding himself.

“Okay, I’ll go,” replies Freddie as he stands up. He proceeds toward 
the back door but is stopped by his mom who kisses his forehead and 
hugs him. “Good boy son; go have some fun outside,” says his mom.

Freddy skips to the door and goes out to his backyard. He skips over to 
the swing set and begins swinging. While swinging, he watches birds fly 
around and listens to the sounds of the outside. After a while, his 
need to go to the bathroom and pee becomes stronger. He stops swinging 
and looks at his crotch.

“Gosh, I have to go, but I like it out here. I like swinging. I’ll just 
hold it some more,” says Freddie to himself. After some more swinging, 
Freddie notices his trucks and decides to play with them. He gets off 
the swing and goes over to them. He’s on his knees and begins to play 
with the trucks. After a few minutes, his body again tells him it wants 
to pee. He again looks at his crotch and says to himself, “Gosh, why do 
I always have to stop playing and go pee. What would happen if I just 
keep playing and didn’t go? Would I wet my pants? Would I get in 
trouble and get spanked? What would happen?” Freddie had no answers to 
his questions and turned back to his trucks.

A few minutes pass and Freddie’s body again signals him it is time to 
pee. Freddie just ignores the message and continues playing. A few more 
minutes pass and this time his body, fed up with an overfull bladder, 
starts releasing urine. And of course, it has no place to go but into 
Freddie’s underwear and shorts. Freddie feels the wet warmth as his pee 
begins to wet his pants. He sits up and looks down at his crotch, 
watching it get wetter and warmer. He’s doing it alright; he’s wetting 
his pants. His peeing rate speeds up as whatever pressure he had to 
hold it is relaxed. The front of his beige shorts is shinning with wet 
pee as Freddie watches himself as he wets his pants. The shorts, now 
overfilled with urine, begin dripping urine onto the lawn and down his 
legs. Freddie just stays there, on his knees and watches himself as he 
wets his pants. He likes it. He likes that he is still playing outside 
and didn’t stop to use the bathroom.

As his bladder empties itself, the pee flow finally stops. Freddie 
sighs and says to himself, “Good, no more pressure to go to the 
bathroom; I can start playing again.” He does just that and plays and 
plays with his trucks.

After a good ½ hour of building roads and such with his trucks, Freddie 
is thirsty. He gets up and goes into his house. “Mom, I’m thirsty. Can 
I have some water, please?” asks Freddie as he walks into the kitchen. 
He sees his mom at the kitchen table, reading something. She looks up 
at him and immediately notices the color of his shorts. The crotch 
area, all the way to the hem, is much darker than the material on the 
sides. She knows what happened and wants her sons to explain himself.

“Okay son, you may have some water. There are bottles in the refrig; go 
and get yourself one and come over here,” replies his mom. Freddie does 
just that; walks to the refrig, opens it and takes out a bottle of 
water, closes it and walks to his mom’s side. He opens it and begins 
drinking. After finishing a third of the bottle he sets it down on the 
table.

“My, my little boy is thirsty alright. You must have played hard to get 
that thirsty,” says his mom.

“I sure did mom; it is so much fun, I want to go back and play some 
more,’ says Freddie.

“Well before you go back, please explain yourself,” says his mom.

“What do you mean, explain myself? I just did. I was playing real hard 
and got thirsty,” replies Freddie.

“And you played so hard that you forgot to come in and use the 
bathroom?” asks his mom.

Freddie then realizes what his mom is talking about. He looks down at 
his shorts and sees the wet mark at his crotch, evidence that he wet 
them. “Oh, this,” he says still looking at his wet pants. He looks up 
at his mom with a boyish grin and a smile.

“Yes, Freddie, those,” says his mom pointing to his wet pants. “What 
happened?”

“I told you, I was playing real hard,” says Freddie.

“And what happened then?” says his mom. She was smiling to herself 
inside thinking about her dear son and his love of playing. He hadn’t 
played this hard before where he ended up with wet pants. She wants to 
find out what happened this time to cause this.

“Oh, well, I was just having such a good time playing that I didn’t 
want to stop and come it to use the bathroom,” replies Freddie.

“So you knew that you had to go then?” asked his mom.

“Yeah,” replies Freddie with a slight blush and a sheepish look at the 
floor.

“So then what happened son?” asks his mom.

Freddie looks back to his mom. “Well, I just kept holding it in and it 
finally started to come out. I felt it and then looked down and saw 
that I was going,” says Freddie.

“And what exactly were you doing, son?” asks his mom.

Freddie looks at his mom, smiles and says, “I was wetting my pants. 
When it was all done, I went back to playing until I got thirsty.

“I see. So you wanted to stay playing, knowing that you had to go to 
the bathroom and decided to wet your pants instead. Is that about the 
size of it, son?” asks his mom.

Still looking at his mom, Freddie says, Yeah, that’s about it, I 
decided to wet my pants instead of having to stop playing,” replies 
Freddie.

“And you are okay with that decision son?” asks his mom.

“Yes mom, I am okay. I didn’t mind it at all,” says Freddie.

“Even if boys your age usually use the bathroom and not their pants 
when they feel the need to go?” asks his mom.

“Well, I suppose so; I just didn’t want to stop and come in. I knew 
what I was doing and that I’d probably get in trouble from you for 
going in my pants, but I just wanted to, I guess,” replied Freddie.

“I see. Well you’re not in trouble son; I just want to understand why 
you decided to wet your pants. Do you think you might do this again, I 
mean wet your pants again?” asks his mom.

“Well not if I get into trouble, that’s for sure,” replies Freddie.

“So if you do get into trouble then maybe you won’t, is that right?” 
asks his mom.

“Oh, I don’t know mom. I definitely don’t want to get into trouble, but 
then I might not want to stop what I am doing and I might end up 
wetting my pants again,” says Freddie.

“I see son; well you’ll not be in trouble if you end up wetting your 
pants again. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that I 
love you and will look after you, no matter what happens, wet pants and 
all. We’ll just see how things go from here. Okay?” says his mom.

“Thanks mom, I love you too and I’ll try to use the bathroom as 10-year 
olds do, but then again……” Freddie smiles and hugs his mom and then 
grabs the water bottle and goes back outside to continue playing.

Vicky watches her son go back outside and smiles to herself. She’s sure 
that within the next week he’ll repeat his pants-wetting behavior. She 
doesn’t understand why, just that Freddie was so sure of himself when 
discussing his behavior that he’ll do it again. He’s not even bothered 
by wearing his pee-wet clothes. She thinks of how she will respond and 
what she’ll do when it does happen.

Freddie plays that afternoon without another pants-wetting incident. He 
comes into the house to use the bathroom. His mom smiles at him each 
time he comes in and he smiles back. It’s as if they both know what the 
other is thinking and are just waiting for the next move in this chess 
game of sorts. This same scenario plays out over the next 4 days. Vicky 
is rethinking her previous conclusion that her son would wet himself 
within a week. Maybe it was just a one-time occurrence, she thinks to 
herself. Meanwhile, she purchased some items that might be useful to 
Freddie if he decides to wet himself more. Time will tell.

Freddie thinks about what he did when he stayed outside to play and 
ended up wetting his pants, every time he goes to the bathroom. As he 
watches his urine stream go into the toilet, he remembers how he felt 
when it went into his pants. Each time he urinates he thinks about 
doing it again, in his pants, but not sure how his mom will react. She 
said he wouldn’t be in trouble if he did wet himself; he’s just not 
ready, yet. Even in bed at night before falling asleep, Freddie thinks 
about wetting his pants. He admits to himself that he liked doing it, 
even though he knew he shouldn’t; the excitement of doing it anyway 
excited him, he finally realizes.

After eating a good breakfast, Freddie goes to watch some TV. He’s 
dressed in a colorful T-shirt, beige shorts, tennis shoes and socks and 
of course his underwear. Lying on the carpet with a hand on his crotch, 
Freddie watches cartoons. Vicky watches her son. He’s done this same 
routine over the past few days, but today, he’s seems different, 
quieter and withdrawn. Vicky hopes that he is alright and wonders what 
is on his mind. Is he thinking of doing it again, wetting his pants 
again she thinks to herself.

After an hour of cartoons, Freddie gets up and goes into the kitchen 
where he finds his mom. He walks up to her and gives her a hug. “Thank 
you honey,” says his mom. “Are you okay son; you seem quiet this 
morning?”

“Yeah, I’m okay mom, just thinking. I’m going outside to play. I’ll be 
back in a while,” replies Freddy.

“Well okay then son; you have a good time outside, everything will be 
fine,” says his mom.

Freddy hugs and kisses his mom and runs outside to play. Vicky watches 
and then goes to find her earlier purchases for Freddy and gets ready 
for him. She’s sure that he’ll be wetting his pants today and she’ll be 
ready for him when he returns.

Outside, Freddy goes swinging. While he’s doing this, his bladder 
signals him that it is getting full; he’ll need to pee soon. He smiles 
and keeps swinging. “I wonder if I can do it while swinging,” he thinks 
to himself. It is as if he knows he’s going to wet himself this morning 
and just is figuring out where. “I’m going to do it,” he says to 
himself. “I’m going to wet my pants. I don’t know why, just that I want 
to, I need to.” As he swings he looks at his crotch. He relaxes himself 
and waits. He feels nothing coming out, so he decides just to keep 
swinging and see what happens.

After a few minutes, he feels the urge from his bladder that it wants 
to empty itself. He does not fight it and tries to stay relaxed even 
though he feels excited by the prospect of wetting his pants. He keeps 
swinging and pushes his urine a bit. His body responds and as he 
watches his crotch, a wet mark appears. Freddie is excited as he feels 
his urine travel down his penis and into his pants. The feeling is 
good, he thinks to himself. He pushes more and the mark grows. He 
watches as urine enters his pants and spreads out marking his shorts in 
an ever increasing rate. He slows down his swinging and finally stops. 
He watches the wet mark grow larger as he continues to wet his pants, 
now at an increasing rate. “Yes, I’m doing it, I’m wetting my pants,” 
he says out loud. Freddie’s bladder is now in full discharge and his 
shorts tell the story. His urine is covering his shorts and begins to 
stream onto the lawn as he pees himself. He feels excited and happy 
with hi! s actions as he sits on the swing and wets his pants.

As his bladder empties, Freddie starts up swinging again; this time 
with intensity and excitement flowing through his body. He’s very happy 
with himself and with his wet pants.

Vicky has been watching her son this entire time and smiles inside. Her 
son is happy with himself and his wet pants. She knows what to do when 
he comes inside. She still doesn’t understand why he has done this but 
knows that he’s happy with himself and that is more important.

Freddie stops swinging and goes over to his trucks and begins playing 
with them. He stares at his wet pants; he’s intrigued by them and how 
they feel. After about an hour outside, Freddie is thirsty and walks 
into the house. He smiles at his mom as their eyes meet in the kitchen. 
“Hi mom,” says Freddie.

“Hi there son; having a good time outside?” she asks.

“Yes mom, a great time. I’m thirsty though,” replies Freddie as he 
walks to the refrig for a bottle of water.

“Well good for you son,” replies his mom as she reaches out to her son. 
Freddie walks to her and she gives him a hug. She then kisses his 
forehead. “Feel better now son?” asks his mom. Freddie looks into her 
eyes and smiles.

“Yes mom, I feel much better,” says Freddie.

“And why is that?” asks his mom.

Freddie looks at her and replies, “Because I wet my pants.”

“Well, if that’s how you feel and you are okay with wetting your pants, 
then I think it is okay to put you in diapers then. Come with me to the 
bathroom,” says his mom as she stands up and takes his hand leading him 
away.

Freddie says nothing and follows his mom. He’s not sure of what to feel 
now. In the bathroom, his mom has Freddie remove his shorts and 
underwear. She has him place them on the edge of the bat tub. “I’ll get 
those wet clothes cleaned after I take care of you first,” says his 
mom. She gets a washcloth and gets it wet with warm water. She proceeds 
to wipe Freddie’s crotch and butt areas, getting them all clean from 
his urine. “Now let’s get you dressed so you can go back to your trucks 
and continue playing; only this time without having to wet your pants. 
You can wet your diaper and still keep playing. Only you and I will 
know that you have a diaper on because only you and know that you wet 
your pants. Does that sound okay son?” asks his mom.

Freddie looks up at his mom with a boyish smile and says, “Yeah that 
sounds good.” He races out of the bathroom, into his room and jumps 
onto his bed; showing his bare bum to his mom as he leaves the 
bathroom. She smiles to herself, “Well, diapers it is for that boy. 
He’s obviously not bothered at all by wearing them. If he’s okay with 
them, then so am I.”

Vicky finds her son on his bed, hands touching himself, and in a very 
good mood. She goes to his closet and takes out the diapers and 
supplies she recently purchased for this occasion. She walks over to 
her son. She looks down at him seeing that he’s anxious to get back to 
his trucks and playing with himself.

“Okay my little boy. Any boy that has that much fun playing and ends up 
wetting his pants, needs a diaper and I am here to diaper you. Now lift 
up that cute bottom of yours so I can diaper you,” says his mom. 
Freddie eagerly complies and his quickly places the diaper beneath him.

“Okay my little boy, I am now going to powder you to keep you dry, if 
that is possible, and I’ll have you diapered and back outside in no 
time,” says his mom. Vicky does just that. After sprinkling powder on 
his crotch and rubbing it in, she brings up the diaper between his legs 
where she snuggly fits it on him and fastens the tabs. She then shakes 
open a pair of plastic pants, with babyish images on them and places 
them through his feet and up his legs to his diaper. He lifts his butt 
up so she can bring the pants up over the diaper. She goes to his 
dresser and gets a pair of shorts, and returns to put them on. He 
stands up. Vicky adjusts the plastic pants to completely cover the 
diaper and then has Freddie step into his shorts as she brings them up 
to his waist.

“There you go, my little boy, all freshly diapered,” says his mom as 
she picks him up and sets him on the floor. Freddie looks up and says, 
“Thanks mom, you’re the coolest. You didn’t even get mad at me or spank 
me cause I wet my pants; you just put me in a diaper.”

His mom leans down and kisses Freddie’s forehead. “You’re welcome son 
and thank you for those nice words about me. I love you too. I told you 
that you would not be in trouble if you wet yourself again. I think 
that diapers are what you need right now so that is why I got you some. 
You may use them as your toilet as this seems to be what you want. I’ll 
change you when you need it. Now go out and play away,” says his mom as 
she gently swats Freddie’s diapered bum as he races away.


CHAPTER 2

“Wow this is just the best,” says Freddie to himself. He notices his 
shorts are a bit snug over his diaper and he can hear it crinkle as he 
walks. He goes over to his trucks and begins playing with them. Vicky 
smiles as she watches him. She has his wet pants in her hand that she 
takes to the laundry room for washing, with his other dirty clothes.

Freddie is lost in playing when he feels another urge from his body. 
This time his bottom growls and he knows what’s next. He needs to go 
poop. He stops playing and looks at his crotch and then to the house. 
He says to himself, “Well, mom told me I can use my diaper as my 
toilet, so here goes.” Freddie gets onto his knees and begins pushing 
his bottom. He is rewarded with poop filling his diaper. The more he 
pushes, the more poop comes out. It feels warm and squishy against his 
bottom. He likes the feeling and pushes more, as he wants to fill his 
diaper. “Gosh, this is just the best feeling, I’m going poop in my 
diaper pants and I like it, I like to poop my pants,” says Freddie to 
himself. As he empties his bowels, his bladder opens up and he just 
relaxes and wet himself. His peep comes out strong and steadily. 
Freddie just pissed and messed himself in his new diaper pants. He 
likes this feeling and rubs himself to feel the fullness of his diaper. 
His crotch is!
 now very full and pushing against his shorts. He sits down, feeling 
his poop mush around his bottom. He rubs his butt on the grass further 
spreading his poop around. He then sighs and goes back to playing. He’s 
very satisfied with himself.

Vicky watches her son and realizes that he’s just pooped himself. “Well 
my little boy has certainly adapted to his new diapers quickly. He’s 
not at all bothered by pooping himself. I guess he wants to be back 
into diapers. I can and will go along with him as long as he feels this 
need. It’s a good thing I bought a fair amount of diapers for him. 
He’ll be wearing them all the time now,” she says to herself.

Two hours pass since Freddy pooped himself. He also peed his diaper 
making it rather full. He likes the full diaper feel as it encases his 
crotch. Several times while playing he holds his crotch feeling the 
full diaper. He thinks to himself that maybe he should go and get his 
dirty diaper changed, but he likes how full it is and the mess that 
covers his butt. He stands up, looks at his crotch and begins to pee. 
He sighs as the urine leaves his penis and fills his diaper. “I like 
doing this,” he says to himself. AS he finishes wetting, he looks 
toward the house. There he sees his mom looking at him from the back 
door. She opens it and says, “Freddy, please come here so we can talk 
and see if you need a diaper change.” Freddy is surprised at his mom’s 
openness about changing him and saying those words so loudly. He starts 
walking to her feeling his wet and messy diaper at his crotch. Vicky 
smiles to herself as Freddy approaches, as his full diaper is obvious 
with the way he walks.

As he gets to the door that his mom has open, Freddy walks into the 
house. In the kitchen his mom says, “Well Freddy how is your morning 
going? Are you having fun?” She smells his poopy diaper.

Freddy replies saying, “Yes mom, everything is just great. I am having 
a great time outside.”

“Good son, that is good. I can tell that have done a BM in your diaper. 
It smells. How are you son with this?” asks his mom.

Freddy looks at her and smiles saying, “I am okay with it mom; I just 
felt the need to go and you said that I can use my diaper as my toilet, 
so I did.”

His mom replies, “And wearing your messy diaper for all this time was 
okay?”

“Yes mom, I didn’t mind it at all, it kind of felt good to me too,” 
says Freddy as he blushes.

“You’re such a boy Freddy; come on let’s get that messy diaper changed 
and put you into a fresh diaper. You seem to need them,” says his mom. 
Vicky takes her son’s hand and walks to his bedroom. There, she has him 
remove his shoes and shorts and then lie on his bed where she places a 
towel.

“I’ll need to get you a changing pad so I can change you without 
getting the bed or other furniture dirty, but for now, we’ll use a 
towel. Now just lay down here so mommy can change her diapered boy,” 
says his mom.

Freddy gets on his bed as asked and looks at his mom as she prepares to 
change his diaper. She places her hand at the front of his diaper and 
brings it down to his crotch in an effort to feel the fullness of his 
diaper. “My my; my little boy has truly filled his diaper this morning. 
It is a wet and messy and very full,’ says his mom as she rubs his 
crotch. She then removes the plastic baby-pants and pulls the tabs from 
the diaper. She pulls back the diaper between his spread legs exposing 
his very messy crotch, full of pee and poop. The smell of his mess hits 
them both.

“Well Freddy, you certainly need a diaper change. You filled this one 
to the max,” says his mom as she smiles at him. Freddy returns the 
smile with his own saying, “Yeah mom, I did it, I filled my diaper 
good.”

“Yes you did, Freddy, and it’s okay with me, too. You are a diaper boy, 
one that just has to wear diapers because you can’t hold your pee or 
poop from filling your pants,” replies his mom. Vicky notices that her 
son is a bit aroused as his penis is erect. “And it looks to me that 
you like all of this, my little diaper boy,” says his mom. Freddy 
blushes again and just nods his head yes.

His mom then wipes his poop down from his balls with the front of the 
diaper and then his butt as she pulls the diaper out from under him. 
She then takes baby wipes and cleans him up from his messy poop. She 
uses several wipes as Freddy’s crotch needs a good cleaning. Vicky 
decides to give her son a sex education class during this, since she 
sees him erect. She explains to him that when his penis is hard as it 
is now, that that means he is aroused and excited. She says that 
getting hard is a very normal thing for boys and she is not at all mad 
at him. She explains to Freddy that his wearing and using diapers 
excites him and that she is okay with this and so should he.

“I just want you to know this Freddy; it is okay for you to be excited 
with diapers. Boys get excited over different things and diapers are 
something that you like. Don’t feel guilty or weird because of this 
Freddy, you are a wonderful son, one that needs diapers too,” says his 
mom with a reassuring sound in her voice.

“Thanks mom, for telling me this because I do like diapers and I like 
using them,” replies Freddy. Vicky leans down and kisses his forehead 
as she cleans his crotch and prepares his new diaper. After applying 
cream to his butt area and then baby powder, his mom pulls up the fresh 
disposable diaper up between his legs and fastens it with the tabs. She 
then examines this plastic baby pants and sees that they are okay to 
reuse. She puts them over his feet and snugs them up to his diaper. He 
lifts his butt up so she can pull the plastic pants up over his diaper.

“Mow stand up son so I can get your plastic pants to cover all of your 
diaper. We don’t want any leaks from them do we?” asks his mom.

“No mom, no leaks from my diaper,” says Freddy as he complies with her 
request. His mom gets the plastic pants to cover all of his diaper and 
then lifts him off the bed to the floor. She then hugs him and gently 
pats his bottom saying, “Now get your shorts on son and go back to 
playing. Stay close to the house because we’re going out soon for some 
shopping, okay?”

“Okay mom,” replies Freddy as he puts on his shorts over his freshly 
diapered self. He looks at his diaper and then to his mom saying, 
“Thanks mom for the diaper change. I like you changing me.”

“I like changing you too Freddy, even though you are 10 years old and 
wanting diapers. It’s okay with me because you are okay with wearing 
them,” says his mom.

“Yeap I am mom,” says Freddy as he scampers from his room. Vicky smiles 
as she watches her diapered son leave the room with his ballooned 
diaper-covered bottom. “Yeap.” She says to herself, “That boy will be 
in diapers for awhile. We need more supplies.”

CHAPTER 3

With Freddie wearing and using his diapers over the past few days, 
Vicky realizes that he’s going to need some new clothes; clothes that 
are big enough to cover his bulging diapered butt. So after breakfast 
and his morning diaper change, Vicky says, “Well my little diaper boy, 
we’re going out now, you and me, to get you some new clothes. After 
that, we need some more diapers and supplies because you are now 
wearing them all the time. How does that sound, son?”

“That’s cool mom. I’d like that because my shorts and pants are tight 
on me.” says Freddie.

“I see, Freddie, and you are still okay with wearing and using a diaper 
as your toilet?”

“Yes mom, I like being in diapers; there’re cool and they make me feel 
good, too.” replies Freddie.

“Okay son, diapers are for you so let’s get you some new clothes.” says 
Vicky. She grabs her purse, Freddie’s diaper bag and his hand and go to 
the car. There, Vicky places Freddie in his car seat and then gets in 
and drives to the mall.

When they arrive and park, Vicky gets Freddie out of his car seat and 
they walk hand in hand into the mall. They find a clothing store and 
head to the boys’ department. There, Vicky finds the needed shorts and 
pants for her diapered son. She leads him to a changing room and 
proceeds to try them on to see which ones are the proper size. Freddie 
steps in and out of the new clothing while Vicky checks for the proper 
fit. They have decided on several pairs of shorts and pants. Vicky 
wants to go and see what other ones are available, now that she knows 
the size. She says to Freddie, who is still wearing a new pair of 
shorts, “Come with me son, let’s go and see what other pants are here 
for you, okay?”

“Sure mom, I like these very much.” replies Freddie as he looks down 
and rubs his crotch area. They two leave the stall and check out some 
more clothes. As they go over the racks. Vicky and Freddie chat about 
various colors and prints of shorts and pants. They agree on several 
more pairs to try on and start walking to the changing stall. From 
nearby, they hear, “Hi there Freddie.” Vicky and Freddie look around to 
the source of the voice and see a friend of Freddie’s from school, Brad 
and his mom, Sally.

Freddie replies first, “Hi Brad,” followed by Vicky, “Hi there Sally 
and Brad. Are you in need on new clothes, too?”

“Yes we are.” replies Sally. “Brad is growing so fast out of his 
clothes.”

“Freddie too needs clothes.” says Vicky as she looks and smiles at her 
son. He returns her smile with his own and a bit of a blush. The two 
mothers chat a bit while Freddie and Brad exchange news of their lives. 
After a bit, Vicky tells Sally good-bye and leads Freddie back to their 
stall.

“That was nice seeing and chatting with Brad and his mom.” says Vicky. 
“How are you feeling about it son?”

“I’m fine mom. We had a good chat.” replies Freddie.

“Well that’s good son; I want you comfortable and confident when you’re 
out and running into your friends. You see, your diapers have no effect 
on how you behave or how others respond to you. I’m glad that you’re 
okay with wearing them all the time; and your new shorts cover them 
well so that it doesn’t look as if you are wearing a diaper either.”

“I am fine with wearing them mom; I thought about them for a second 
when we were talking with Brad and his mom, but quickly forgot them.” 
replies Freddie.

“That’s so good to hear son. I am happy that you are so comfortable 
with them. What will you tell Brad when he finds out that you wear 
diapers?” asks Vicky as she opens the stall door and brings Freddie in.

Freddie looks up at his mom with a questionable look on his face that 
slowly turns to acceptance, as if Freddie had just gone through in his 
mind the series of events and his response to Brad, about his diapers.

“Oh, I’d tell him that I have wet my pants a few times lately and that 
you feel I should wear diapers until the wettings stop. I’d say that 
this is okay with me because I’d rather wear a diaper than wet pants at 
school. After all, accidents happen and diapers are just a different 
kind of underwear, that’s all.” replies Freddie.

“Well good for you son. I am glad you thought about this and I don’t 
mind taking the credit for putting you back into diapers, even though 
we both know you like wearing them and like wetting your pants too. 
Let’s see how these other clothes fit you.” says Vicky.

Freddie tries on the other new clothes and tells his mom which ones he 
likes best. After trying all the clothes on and just in his diaper and 
shirt, Freddie says to his mom as he looks down at his crotch, “Mom; 
look here.” As he speaks, Vicky looks down at her son and then to his 
crotch where she sees his disposable diaper begin to change colors from 
white to yellow. She looks back to Freddie and sees him staring at his 
crotch. She brings her hand to his crotch and holds him there, feeling 
the warmth of his pee and the force of it as he wets his diaper. “You 
go boy.” she says. “I can tell that you really enjoy being in a diaper 
son. You just love wetting them.”

“Oh yes mom, they are just the best.” replies Freddie as the two make 
eye contact. “I’m wetting myself and I like it, mom.”

“Yes, son, I know you do and it is okay with me that you do. Just let 
go and get all your pee pee out into your diaper. I think you should 
wear a pair of new shorts from here now that your diaper is a bit 
larger with all the pee in it.” As Freddie’s urine flow finally tapers 
off, his mom removes her hand from his crotch. “You did well son, to 
wet yourself right here in the stall and not be embarrassed. Which pair 
of shorts would you like to wear?”

Freddie smiles at his mom and sighs with relief from his wetting and 
chooses a pair of blue shorts. Vicky smiles at him and gets the shorts 
on.

“Now son, let’s go check out some new shirts too.” replies Vicky.

Freddie and his mom check out shirts for him and choose several to add 
to his wardrobe. They also pick out undershirts, socks and two pair of 
shoes, one for play and one for dress. All the while they shop, Freddie 
is wearing his new shorts that cover very well, his wet diaper. After 
their shopping is done and everything in bags, Vicky says, “Well son, 
are you hungry for some lunch, because I am. We spent a long time 
shopping for you today. What do you say?”

“Oh yeah mom; eating some lunch sounds good to me too.” replies 
Freddie.

“By the way son, how is your diaper? Are you in need of a change before 
lunch?”

“I don’t know; I wet it again though.” says Freddie. Vicky feels his 
diapered butt and crotch to see for herself the extent of its fullness.

“I think you need a change son. Let’s get that done before lunch.” says 
Vicky as she leads him from the mall. When they reach their car, they 
place the bags of clothes in the trunk and them Vicky has Freddie lie 
down in the back seat for his diaper change.

As Vicky pulls down Freddie’s shorts and plastic pants; she sees the 
extent of his urine in them, and she says, “Oh yes, my little diaper 
boy wet his diaper really well. You would have leaked your diaper with 
a third wetting for sure, Freddie. With a fresh diaper, you’ll be able 
to play and have fun with no worries of leaking into your new shorts. 
How does that sound son?”

“Thanks mom; I knew I would need a diaper change soon and am glad that 
you’re doing in now. I like wearing a wet diaper, but I don’t want it 
to leak. A fresh diaper now sounds great.” says Freddie.

“Me too son. I know that you like wetting your diaper and that first 
pee you did in the stall was a big one. I figured you’d wet yourself 
again before lunch and that a change would be needed. Let’s get this 
nice smelly diaper off you and get you cleaned and into a fresh one.” 
says Vicky. She then pulls back the diaper tabs and front exposing 
Freddie’s penis, which is erect. She wipes him thoroughly and then 
replaces the wet diaper with a fresh one. Baby powder is then applied 
over his crotch area as Freddie smiles with all of his mom’s attention 
to him. His penis remains erect with this attention that is noticed by 
both Freddy and his mom. Vicky smiles at her son as she brings the 
diaper up over his crotch and begins taping it down. “My son, you do 
like to wet your diaper and all this attention to change it too. It’s 
okay with me son that you feel this way.” says Vicky.

Freddie blushes and replies, “Yeah mom, it feels good and I get excited 
knowing that I am wearing diapers. I like them and I like you changing 
them too.”

“Well, son I like that you like wearing diapers too and I don’t mind 
changing them either.” says Vicky.

“Even if I do a stinky poop in them too mom?” asks Freddie.

“Yes my son, even when you do a smelly stinky poop in them too. I love 
you and want you happy, and without any nasty diaper rash either. So 
there you go; you just keep wetting and messing your diaper and I‘ll 
keep changing them wherever we are; deal?”

“Deal, mom.” replies Freddie as a big smile appears on his face. Vicky 
smiles back at him and then pull up his plastic pants and shorts, 
completing this diaper change. They walk back to the mall’s food court 
for some lunch, hand in hand. As they get to the food court, Freddie 
farts and blushes as he smiles up to his mom.

“Freddie was that you? Are you going to be using that diaper of yours 
sooner than I think?” says his mom as she smiles back.

“No mom, not until we’re at least done with lunch,” replies Freddie.

Freddie and his mom had lunch and then left the mall for the pharmacy. 
Freddie was true to his word and did not poop his diaper during or 
after lunch. At the pharmacy, Vicky picks up several things that she 
needs and leads Freddie to the diaper aisle. There, they check out all 
the available diapers for babies and for kids that wear them too. 
Freddie sees a ‘Spiderman’ on a package and picks it up.

“Hey mom, these diapers are cool looking.”

“Well let me see if they’ll fit you then son.” replies Vicky. She sees 
that the package that Freddie chose is the proper size for him. “You’re 
in luck son; these diapers will fit you just fine. We’ll need another 
package or two of some others since you use them so much.” says Vicky 
as she looks to her son. He returns the smile and then his face changes 
expression to one of despair. His body tells him it is time to poop, 
right now. He grunts a bit and then looks to his mom. She knows 
immediately that he needs to poop and/or pee now.

“It’s okay son, you just do what your body wants, don’t worry about 
anything; you just let go and use your diaper. You know that you want 
too and I am okay with that; so just do it son, pee and poop your 
diaper right now.” says Vicky with encouragement in her voice and her 
hand on his shoulder.

Freddie looks at his mom and then begins to open his bowels. He looks 
at her as his poop begins filling the back of his diaper. He pushes and 
pushes his poop. His body responds and begins filling his diaper. The 
smell is noticed by both of them. Vicky says to her son, “That’s good 
son, don’t worry; just do it in your diaper; get all that poop out now, 
you can do this, I know you can.”

Freddie continues pushing his bowels; he’s not holding back anything. 
As his diaper fills with his poop, his bladder opens and beings to wet 
his diaper too. Freddie’s expression changes to one of satisfaction and 
contentment. He’s doing it, he’s popping and peeing his diaper with his 
mom, in public, in a store. “That’s my good diaper boy.” Says Vicky as 
she notices his expression. She’s happy for him that he’s using his 
diapers just the way he wants. He’s a diaper boy after all, she thinks 
to herself.

As he finishes emptying his bladder, Vicky gently places her hand at 
Freddie’s butt and feels the massive bulge there. She them holds his 
crotch area and feels the warmth of his urine. She tells him, “You did 
well son, you filled your diaper and it did not leak; you can’t even 
tell that you’re wearing a wet and messy diaper. How do you feel?”

With a feeling of relief Freddie says, “Oh, wow mom, that was so good; 
to just let go and use my diaper for everything. I didn’t have to run 
to the bathroom or hold it; I just did it in my diaper. It feels good 
mom, it feels really good.”

“That’s good son; it is so good that you like using your diaper 
anywhere you are. I am glad that you like them and like pooping and 
peeing in them too; after all, you are my diaper boy.” They finish 
selecting some more diapers and also some powder and wipes to keep 
Freddie clean, in his diapers.

As they get into the car, Freddie in his car seat, Vicky says, “Well I 
must say that you did a good job stinking up the store son.” She smiles 
at him with encouragement and further says, “And it's okay son, diaper 
boys do that sort of thing; they can’t help it; they just need to use 
their diaper.” She laughs a bit as she looks at her son.

“Thanks mom, thanks for understanding me. It felt so good to let go in 
there and poop myself. I really liked doing it. As for the smell, oh 
well; it doesn’t smell that bad.” says Freddie followed by a laugh.

Vicky drives them home and they both unload the purchases. Freddie 
helps his mom bring the stuff to his bedroom where they put things 
away. Neither of them mined the smell from Freddie’s diaper or the fact 
that he’s still in it. He’s in no hurry for a change and Vicky can 
sense this. She checks her son out as he walks and smiles to herself 
that his new shorts do a very good job of concealing his diaper and all 
that he’s done in it.

Vicky leaves Freddie in his room so she can put her things away. 
Freddie is content with himself and begins playing with toys in his 
room.

The phone rings; Vicky answers it. She says from the kitchen, “Freddie, 
Brad is on the phone and wants to know if you want to come over and 
play. Come down here and talk with him.” Freddie does just that and 
briskly walks into the kitchen. Vicky hands him the phone and smiles. 
She whispers, “It’s okay with me if you want to go over there.”

Freddie talks with Brad and they agree that Freddie will be over there 
in about 30 minutes. He’s got to do a few things here first, Freddie 
tells Brad. He hangs up the phone and goes to the refrigerator for a 
bottle of water. He turns to his mom and says, “Well mom, thanks for 
letting me go to Brads; he’s a neat guy and has some fun stuff with 
which to play. Before I go though, would you please change my diaper?”

CHAPTER 4

Vicky leads Freddie to his bedroom and places the new changing pad she 
bought on his bed. She pats it and says, “Come my big baby boy, let’s 
get your diaper changed.” Freddie smiles and climbs onto his bed, lying 
down on the pad. Vicky removes his shorts and plastic pants. She looks 
at her son’s wet diaper and gently rubs his crotch saying, “Well my 
baby, you sure do need a diaper change. Had you wet once more, you 
would have leaked into your new shorts for sure. Freddie again smiles 
and says, “I just can’t stop using my diaper mom. It feels so good to 
just let go in it. I knew I needed a change and that’s why I asked you 
for one, before I go to Brad’s house.”

“Well, I am glad that you are aware of how much you use your diaper, 
son. I’ll always be here for you to change you, whenever you have the 
need. Now let’s get this stinky one off of you, okay?”

“Okay mom,” replies Freddie.

Vicky proceeds to open the diaper exposing its contents and Freddie’s 
erection to her. Vicky takes wipes and cleans her son of his poopy 
mess. She applies cream to his crotch and bottom areas and then slides 
a fresh diaper under him. She sprinkles his crotch area with baby 
powder and then brings up the front of the diaper between his legs. She 
then securely fastens the tabs. Since Freddie had worn the same plastic 
pants since last night, Vicky goes to his dresser and gets a fresh pair 
of plastic pants. She returns to Freddie and says, “Here you go my cute 
big baby; here is a fresh pair of plastic pants for your diaper. This 
will help you from leaking while at Brad’s house.” She then threads the 
plastic pants onto Freddie and scoots it up to his diaper. Freddie 
raises his butt so that his mom can place the plastic pants over his 
diaper. She then puts his new shorts on him and asks him to get up and 
onto the floor. She then adjusts the shorts to cover his diaper and 
gently pats his bottom area, saying, “There you, my big diaper boy. Now 
what will you do at Brad’s when you’ve wet yourself? Will you be 
careful not to pee too much and have your diaper leak? You wouldn’t 
want to leave a wet mark on his furniture, would you?“

“No mom, I wouldn’t want that at all. I’ll be careful and come home for 
a change when I have wet three times.”

“Okay then, you’re all set to go play with Brad.” Freddie hugs his mom 
and thanks her for the diaper change. He then runs out of his room to 
Brad’s house.

Upon arriving at Brad’s, Freddie rings the doorbell. Within a few 
seconds he hears someone approaching and the door opens. It is Brad. 
“Hi Freddie, come on in; let me show you my new stuff.” Freddie walks 
in and sees Brad’s mom. He says hello to her as the two boys’ race off 
to Brad’s room. When they get there, Brad shows Freddie his new toys 
and the two of them begin playing with them.

Freddie was totally engrossed with Brad’s stuff that he didn’t notice 
his posture or that Brad was occasionally checking out his crotch. 
Freddie, as children do, usually checks out the crotches of others but 
today he was more interested in Brad’s toys. On the other hand, Brad 
was more interested in Freddie’s crotch area. It appeared to Brad that 
his buddy was wearing some different underwear, or something. Brad 
could see up Freddie’s shorts a bit and saw what he thought was 
plastic-looking material. He also noted that Freddie’s shorts looked 
stuffed and puffy on him. Brad couldn’t work out these details. He 
usually wasn’t bothered by anyone's clothing, but the plastic-looking 
material kept Brad curious. “Is my buddy wearing...a diaper? Is he a 
baby? Why is he wearing such underwear? I wonder if he would tell me.” 
These thoughts went through Brad’s mind.

Freddie finally notices Brad’s attention to him and not his toys. 
Freddie becomes a bit self-conscientious at first, blushing a little, 
before he brings himself back in control. Brad doesn’t see any of this 
and Freddie thinks about how he can bring up the subject of his diaper 
to Brad. Before Freddie can say anything, Brad says, “Hey Freddie, 
would you mind if I asked you something personal?”

Freddie looks at Brad and replies, “No, I wouldn’t mind Brad. What is 
your question?”

“Well buddy, while we’ve been playing here, I sort of noticed that I 
can see inside your shorts. I wasn’t looking on purpose, it’s just that 
sometimes when you moved around, I could see up your shorts.”

“Okay, Brad. So what is on your mind?”

“Well Freddie, it looks like you’re wearing some different underwear or 
something. It almost looks plastic.”

“I see. So you’re into checking me out, huh,” laughs Freddie as he now 
knows what’s on Brad’s mind.

“NO,” replies Brad. It's just that I noticed your underwear because of 
your shorts and I was surprised to see what you are wearing. Freddie, 
what are you wearing anyway for underwear?”

“Well buddy, you are right about what you think I’m wearing. I have 
plastic pants on, over a diaper. I am wearing a diaper.”

“Wow, I never would have thought that you would be wearing one of those 
things. What in the world for? Are you sick or something?”

“No Brad, I am not sick. I’ve had some accidents lately-- you know, wet 
pants accidents; so my mom thinks that diapers will help me until I get 
through this and regain my control.” Freddie was to keep his answer 
simple for Brad and not go into why he was wetting his pants.

“Oh wow, Freddie that must suck; having to wear baby diapers and those 
plastic pants. Gosh, I’d hate that, and besides all the kids will be 
calling you names and teasing you. I hope you get your control back 
soon; I don’t want to see you get teased and all; and be called a 
baby.”

“Is that what you think I am Brad, a baby?” asks Freddie of his buddy.

“Well no, not really; but babies wear diapers, not guys our age. Do you 
really have to use the diaper, too? Do you pee in it?”

“Yes Brad, I do pee in it.” Freddie picked up that Brad was not at all 
comfortable with him in a diaper; he therefore did not bring up pooping 
in them as Brad may really flip out. He was surprised with Brad’s 
reaction. After all, he liked the feeling of wearing and using his 
diaper, and thought his buddy would sort of understand. Maybe his 
storyline of a control problem with peeing was not understood by Brad. 
Freddie decided to take the offensive. “And Brad, I don’t mind having 
to wear and use a diaper. I much rather wet my diaper than my pants. 
Our buddies would never understand wet pants. They may not know of my 
diapers, though. If you think I am a baby because I wear a diaper then 
there isn’t much I can say. Diapers are okay by me. They keep my pants 
dry and others from knowing that I have a wetting problem.”

Brad looked at Freddie. He didn’t know what to say or to think. Here’s 
his buddy, wearing a diaper and plastic pants and he’s okay with it. 
Brad was confused. He didn’t want to be associated with a baby friend 
by his buddies, but he likes Freddie. “I’ll have to see what happens 
Freddie. I am not sure I understand what is going on. I think that 
anyone who wears a diaper is a baby.”

“I understand, Brad; I don’t expect you to understand. You’re right; 
boys our age don’t usually wear diapers, but that doesn’t mean that 
they can’t or may need to. They are a personal thing and I am sorry 
that you found out about mine. I should have been more careful about 
how I sat. But, you now know. I hope you will keep this between us. I 
am sure that others will find out soon enough; but then I might get 
over this control problem soon and won’t have the need. What do you 
think Brad?”

“Wow Freddie, you sure seem okay with having to wear baby diapers. It 
just seems so weird to me. I’d hate to be called a baby and to wear 
diapers. I don’t understand but I will keep it between us, that you 
wear baby diapers.”

“Thanks Brad. I hope that you’ll understand me and not hold it against 
me that I wear diapers. They help me and I don’t mind wearing them. Now 
can we get back to your neat stuff hear?”

“Yeah, I guess; we talked enough about diapers. What do you think of 
this new game?” asks Brad as the two boys become involved with Brad’s 
game. Freddie made a note to watch how he sits. He doesn’t want Brad to 
see his diaper and get him more confused. The boys play together and as 
expected Brad leaves to use the bathroom while Freddie pees his diaper. 
Neither boy speaks about it, as if it was just the way things are. 
Freddie is aware of what is happening to both he and Brad. Brad has no 
idea that Freddie needs to pee or if he has done so in his diaper. He 
doesn’t give it much thought. He doesn’t want to think about diapers, 
they were for babies.

As the boys continue playing, they hear footsteps coming towards Brad’s 
room. It is Sally, Brad’s mom. “Hi there you two. I thought you might 
like some refreshments so I brought you milk and cookies. Be careful 
not to spill your milk, otherwise you won’t be able to snack here, 
okay?” Both boys jump to their feet and Brad says, “Okay mom and 
thanks.” Freddie adds, “Yes ma’am, we’ll be careful.”

“Well enjoy yourselves and have fun.“ Brad’s mom then leaves the room. 
“Wow, Brad, your mom is cool to let us have food in your room. We 
better not make a mess. I don’t want to get us in trouble,” says 
Freddie. “Yeah, I know,” replies Brad. The two enjoy their cookies and 
milk as they return to playing.

After finishing their snack, the boys return to playing. Freddie soon 
feels the need to pee again and this time he lets a little out at a 
time. He reflects to himself how good he feels when he urinates. He 
likes the feel of his pee as it works its way through his penis and 
then out into his diaper. Peeing, to Freddie, is just a wonderful 
feeling. The boys play for about an hour and Freddie decides that he 
better leave soon and get his diaper changed. He’s been wetting it off 
an on for sometime and can feel its fullness.

“Well Brad, I have had a great time playing here with your toys but I 
need to be going. I’d like to come back sometime and play more,” says 
Freddie.

“Oh, really? Well I have had a good time too. I’d like you to come back 
too,” replies Brad.

“That’s good Brad, and you’re invited to my house anytime too.”

“Cool, I’ll be sure to call you and we can set something up.”

“I’ll call you too Brad.”

Freddie and Brad get up and walk out of Brad’s room to the front of the 
house. There, they meet Brad’s mom and Freddie says goodbye and thanks 
her for the snack. She thanks Freddie for coming over and being such a 
good friend of Brad’s. Freddie leaves the house and begins his walk 
home. He soon feels his bowels growl and knows he’ll be pooping soon. 
He asks himself if he should do it now or wait till he gets home.

Back at Brad’s house, after Freddie left, Brad follows his mom into the 
kitchen. Sally senses that something is on Brad’s mind as he looks 
perplexed. “Brad, did you and Freddie have a good time today? Are you 
okay? You look like you like have something on your mind, son.”

“Yes mom, we had a good time playing, and I do want to ask you 
something,” replies Brad.

“Well sit down honey and let’s talk. What is on your mind?” asks Brad’s 
mom.

“Well mom, do kids my age wear diapers? And if they do, are they 
babies?”

“Well honey yes they do, for various reasons, and they are not babies 
if they do. Why do you ask?”

“Well mom, Freddie had a diaper on today with plastic pants. I could 
see it when he sat down.”

“And did you talk with Freddie about it?”

“Yes we did and he said that he was having accidents wetting his pants 
and his mom thought that using diapers would help him. I just think 
that it’s weird and I said that he’s a baby.”

“Well Brad, I don’t think that Freddie is a baby just because he wears 
diapers. Children have control problems with their bladders as they 
grow and his mom is just looking out for him. I’m sure she doesn’t want 
him wetting his pants when out, like today at our house, or at school. 
The other kids would tease him a lot. And besides, you’ve wet your 
pants a few times, but not to where I thought diapers were needed. They 
were instances where you got caught short of finding a bathroom.”

“Yeah but babies wear diapers and so does Freddie.”

“Honey, I wouldn’t get all caught up with this baby thing. Freddie has 
a need for wearing diapers and that is all. Whether he’s a baby or not 
is not the issue. Hopefully he regains his control soon and is out from 
needing diapers.”

“Okay mom, I sort of see what you say. I wonder what they feel like to 
wear, you know, a diaper.”

“Well I am glad that we talked about this and that I could explain 
things to you and answer your questions. As for what a diaper feels 
like, I am not sure I know. They are probably soft and make your pants 
fit tight. Why do you ask?”

“Oh I don’t know. I was just curious when Freddie was talking about 
them. I would not like to have to wear one because all the kids would 
call me a baby.”

“Well honey, you would not be a baby just because you wore a diaper. 
Like I said, there are all sorts of reasons why children wear them that 
don’t make them a baby. You are lucky that you have control of your 
body and don’t have to worry about such things.”

“Okay mom, I was just curious that’s all.”

“That is understandable honey. There are all kinds of issues that boys 
and girls deal with as they grow up. Having control of one’s body is 
just one and it does bring up special treatments such as diapers, 
that’s all.”

Brad felt better after discussing this diaper and baby thing with his 
mom. He got up and went back to his room. His mom thanked him for 
talking this issue out with her and assured him that he could ask her 
any question, any time about any subject and she would answer them.

As for Freddie as he was walking home, his bowels stirred again and he 
felt the need to poop. He stopped walking and looked down at his 
diapered crotch. He was contemplating what to do. Should he hold it or 
should he use his diaper? What will it feel like to walk home in a 
poopy diaper? As he looked at himself, his bowels again moved their 
contents and Freddie decided that why wait. He would need a diaper 
change soon anyway. His mom told him that he could use his diaper as 
his toilet. So convincing himself that it is okay to do so, Freddie 
relaxes his bottom muscles and his bowels respond. He begins to poop 
himself. He feels his bottom open and his poop pass through it into his 
diaper. He grunts and pushes his bottom; his poop begins to fill his 
diaper. It feels warm and soft on his bottom and makes his diaper bulge 
out even more. He likes these feelings and he places his hand at the 
bottom of his diaper to feel it. The bulge is definite and it expands 
as more poop finds its way into his diaper. Freddie likes what he’s 
doing. He likes the feel of pooping himself out in public and that his 
diaper is bulging with it. He begins walking again and continues 
pooping himself. He pushes and pushes to empty his bowels and relieve 
himself of the pressure on his bottom. After about a half block, he 
sops again and has a final push. He’s convinced that he’s pooped all 
he’s going to this time. He again places his hands on both his front 
and backside to feel his bulging diaper. As he does this, his bladder 
signals that it too needs to be relieved and he gladly lets go with 
peeing himself. He feels the warmth of his urine on his diaper. He 
likes this feeling too. He likes that his diaper is holding everything 
inside and that it feels so big. He rubs his bottom and feels his poop 
move against his bottom and balls. He feels good.

“Wow.” Freddie says to himself. “This is just so cool. I’ve wet and 
pooped my diaper right outside and it feels so good. My diaper feels so 
good being so full. This is just the best. Maybe I am a baby after all. 
I don’t care if Brad wants to call me that. I like diapers.” Convincing 
himself that he’s okay and maybe a baby, Freddie begins walking the 
rest of the way home. His poop finds ways to move around with his 
steps. Freddie sees that he’s walking with his legs spread a bit wider 
than usual but he just smiles to himself. ‘I’ve just pooped my pants, 
my diaper pants; I am a big baby and I like it.” As he walks, he smells 
the first scent of his poopy diaper. He smells it and feels good with 
what he’s done.

Freddie’s mom is in the family room when Freddie comes in the front 
door. “Hi honey. Come here and tell me all about your day at Brad’s,” 
she says.

Freddie walks to her and she sees that he’s smiling from ear to ear. 
“Well he must have had a great time from his expression,” she says to 
herself. As Freddie hugs her she smells his poopy diaper but decides 
not to bring it up to him just yet; she wants to hear what Freddie has 
to say.

“Oh it was okay mom. Brad has some cool toys but he thinks I am a baby 
because I wear diapers,” replies Freddy as he sits down next to his 
mom.

“Well honey what did you say to him about your diapers?”

“Well he saw them when I sat down and then asked me about them. I said 
that I was having accidents wetting my pants and that you felt that 
diapers would help me through this. I said that other kids wear diapers 
and that it doesn’t make us babies. He was still thinking that we are. 
We finally stopped talking about them and played.”

“Well that’s right honey, you explained yourself very well. I am glad 
that you are okay with Brad knowing that you wear diapers. We know that 
you’re not a baby even though you smell like one right now.”

Freddie again smiles at his mom, knowing that she too smelled his poopy 
pants. “Yeah, maybe I am a baby mom but I don’t care. Diapers are just 
the best. I really like wearing them.”

“I can see that you are very happy son, which is good. So when did you 
poop yourself?”

‘Oh it was when I was walking home. I felt the urge to go and I thought 
about it and that you said that my diaper is my toilet, so I did it. I 
pooped my diaper.”

“Well that’s right son, you did just fine. Let’s go and I’ll change 
you.”

“Oh mom, I’d like to stay in this diaper for awhile. It feels really 
good all full and everything,” says Freddie.

“Well let’s see how messy you are; stand up and let me check you out.”

Freddie stands up and his mom unbuttons his shorts and drops them down 
to the floor. Freddie steps out of them. She feels his diapered bottom 
and front; and inserts her finger at the front just outside his balls 
to feel how wet they are.

“Well honey, your diaper is not quite full of pee. How many times did 
you wet yourself?”

“Twice mom and some after I pooped myself walking home.”

“Well, you can stay in this diaper until you wet it once more. Then I 
am going to change you. I don’t want you to get any nasty rash on your 
bottom but you seem so excited having filled your diaper that you can 
stay in it. Okay?”

“Thanks mom.”

“You be sure to tell me when you wet yourself again; and get a towel 
from the bathroom to sit on. I don’t want any stains on the furniture 
or carpet. Okay?”

“Will do mom, thanks again, I love you,” says Freddie as he scampers 
off to his room, via a stop in the bathroom for a towel. Freddie’s mom 
smiles to herself as her diapered son disappears down the hall. “That 
boy is certainly happy in diapers, wet and messy ones at that; and the 
fact that he might be called a baby. I wonder if he really likes that 
idea. I must pay close attention to him and see if he behaves in a 
babyish manner. Maybe he would like a baby bottle and a pacifier. I 
wonder if he’d like baby clothes too. I’ll just see how things go with 
him and then surprise him. Right now, I have dinner to fix. My sister, 
her husband and their two daughters are coming for dinner and a visit 
for a few days. Freddie will be surprised. I wonder how he’ll act 
around them wearing his diaper.”


CHAPTER 5

With a towel spread out on the floor, Freddie sits down on it and 
proceeds to squish his poop all over his bottom. He places his hands at 
his crotch and pulls his poop up, rubbing it around him. He enjoys this 
behavior and thinks to himself, “Maybe I am a baby. I bet they play 
like this with their poopy diapers too. So maybe Brad is right, I am a 
baby. Well then, okay. I like wearing, using and playing with my 
diapers so then I’ll be a baby. Diapers are just so good to wear.” With 
himself now content and satisfied with being a baby, Freddie continues 
rubbing himself and squishing his poop around his baby pants covered 
diaper. He likes this very much, including the smell of his poop.

After awhile, Freddie gets some toys with which to play and returns to 
his towel. He stays there for sometime enjoying himself, lost in his 
imagination of playing and acting like a baby and 10-year old baby at 
that.

In the kitchen, Vicky thinks about her son and his desire to act as a 
baby. She realizes that he likes this behavior very much and further 
decides that she will support and encourage it as long as Freddie wants 
to behave in such a manner. She is pleased with Freddie and can’t get 
over how confident and happy he is wearing and using diapers. This 
evening, she thinks will be a challenge for her as well as Freddie, in 
explaining his diapers to her sister and family. She is okay with this 
and will talk with Freddie to see that he is too. Vicky then thinks to 
herself, “I bet that boy has wet himself by now. His diaper must be a 
sight. I should go a check him and see.”

Freddie did in fact wet himself and watched as his diaper became wetter 
and wetter. He also rubbed himself more and discovered that within his 
plastic bay pants, the wetness had turned brown and was leaking onto 
the towel, due to his playful actions and his third pee. He was staring 
at his crotch as his mom walked into his room.

“Well, how is my big baby doing? Did you wet your pants more?” she asks 
with a smile on her face.

“Oh yes I did mom, I just peed a little while ago and was playing and 
….” replies Freddie. His mom can see his diapered state and the leaks 
on the towel and interrupts him.

“That’s okay honey. I can see that you were playing with your diaper 
and its okay. That’s why I had you use a towel. I had an idea that you 
would like to play in your poopy diaper. Babies do that, you know. 
Let’s get you changed now and into a fresh diaper, okay?”

Freddie just smiles and lies down. “Thanks mommy. I just had to best 
time playing in my diaper. It felt so good and all. Being a big baby is 
not a bad thing at all. I like it.”

“And so you should honey. Acting as a baby at 10 is not a bad thing. It 
is just different and I want you to know that it is okay with me that 
you like being a baby. I will support you and change your diapers as 
long as you want to wear them,” says Vicky.

“Even if I get all messy and smelly in them?” asks Freddy.

“Especially if you get all messy honey; that’s what mommies of big 
babies do. Now let’s see how good and messy you got yourself,’ says 
Vicky.

“Oh mommy that is so cool. Thank you so much,” replies Freddie.

Vicky then goes and gets his diaper changing supplies and a fresh 
diaper and plastic baby pants. She kneels down to her son and pulls 
down his baby pants, exposing a very wet and messy diaper. She sees 
that Freddie has got poop all over his crotch area and says, “Well, my 
big baby boy sure did get himself messy while playing in his diaper. I 
am glad you had such a good time doing so. You are just a baby and I 
love you.”

“And I love you too mommy. Thanks for letting me be a baby. I really 
like it a lot and it feels so good.”

“I know you do honey and that’s why you can be a baby, my cute big baby 
boy.” says Vicky. She then untapes his diaper and pulls it down. 
Freddie’s poop smell fills the air as Vicky opens his diaper. They both 
smile as they smell it. “You are Mr. Smelly-pants Freddie,” says Vicky.

Freddie blushes a bit with her comment and replies, “Yeah mommy I am, 
aren’t I?” He giggles out loud. Vicky does the same and says, “And that 
is okay. I don’t mind Mr. Smelly-pants at all. He’s kind of cute this 
way.”

Vicky begins cleaning Freddie using baby wipes to get the poop and pee 
off her son. During all the cleaning, Freddie’s penis begins to grow. 
Vicky smiles and says, “My, my; my little baby does like getting his 
diapers changed. And so he should. Feeling good in diapers is a good 
thing, honey, and we both know that you enjoy them very much. I enjoy 
you in them too, and changing them.”

“Oh mommy, you are just the best. Thanks,” replies Freddie.

“You are very welcome honey,” says Vicky.

As she continues to clean Freddie, she tells him that her sister and 
family will be coming over for dinner tonight and a visit for a few 
days. Freddie listens and smiles at his mommy as she tells him this and 
explains that she will treat him the same and change him, in his room, 
like everything is normal. She asks Freddie how he wants the subject of 
his diapers brought up. They talk about the various options and decide 
to leave the subject alone until it comes up. They both agreed not tell 
them that Freddie just thoroughly loves being in diapers and wants to 
wear them all the time. That, she says is between the two of them, 
mommy and her big baby boy.

Freddie feels so good with everything his mommy says and with her 
cleaning of his messy crotch. His penis now is fully erect with all 
that is going on. Vicky has finally got her son clean and is getting a 
fresh diaper on him. She powders him and brings the diaper up between 
his legs to fasten it securely onto his cute bottom. She then places a 
fresh pair a plastic baby pants on him. This pair has bears and baby 
toys on them. Freddie stands up and his mommy checks out her work to 
make sure the diaper is within the plastic pants. She then hugs Freddie 
and swats his diapered butt. “You’re all set to go and play honey. You 
don’t have to wear any pants if you don’t want too. It is okay with me 
if you play in just a diaper and T-shirt,’ says Vicky.

“Oh thanks mommy. I like being in just a diaper. But can I wear some 
pants when your sister’s family is here, at least when they arrive?” 
asks Freddie.

“You can wear whatever you like honey. I think that wearing pants will 
be a good thing too, when my sister gets here. There’s no sense in 
advertising my cute baby boy. They’ll find out soon enough that you are 
in diapers. Now go and play while I get things ready. By they way 
honey, if you have any questions about being my baby, please ask me. 
I’ll answer them and do most anything you want to make you feel good 
about yourself. If you want to try more baby things, I want you know 
that you can, just let me know, okay?”

“Oh mommy thanks. I just really like all of this talk about being a 
baby, a big 10-year old baby. I didn’t think being called a baby would 
be good but the more we talk about it the more I like it,” says 
Freddie.

“Well that’s they way it should be honey. You are a baby and a very 
cute one at that. You just enjoy it and do what all babies do, okay?”

“Yes mommy, I will,” replies Freddy as he goes to his toy box. Vicky 
picks up the dirty diaper, supplies and towel and takes them out of 
Freddie’s room. Vicky is very pleased with how Freddie’s diaper change 
went and all that they talked about. She smiles to herself at the state 
of Freddie’s crotch when she removed his diaper, “That boy does enjoy 
his diapers. He had poop all over himself. I am glad he won’t need to 
poop again until tomorrow. Having him in wet diapers tonight will be 
enough of a challenge for all of us.”

As the afternoon progresses, Vicky gets dinner ready and Freddie plays 
in his room. He of course wets himself and enjoys the feeling of his 
wet diaper and being able to wet whenever he feels the urge. He is a 
baby after all, and babies do wet themselves.

As the time of the family visit approaches, Vicky gets herself ready 
with a quick shower and has Freddie do the same. He’s told to wait in 
his room for her after he’s done so that he can be diapered and dressed 
for the evening. Freddie reacts with excitement and enthusiasm at the 
coming visit of his cousins, Anne and Susan. They are 13 and 10 
respectively. Their parents are Debbie, his mommy’s sister and Bob his 
uncle. They live about two hours away from Freddie and his mom.

Freddie takes his shower and pays particular attention to his crotch 
area, soaping and rubbing it a lot. He likes the way this feels. He 
finishes up, dries himself and goes to his room, wrapped in a towel. He 
sits on his bed waiting for his mommy to diaper him. Vicky comes in 
after a few minutes and begins to diaper and dress her cute baby boy. 
She gets a fresh diaper and booster on him and the same plastic baby 
pants he wore earlier. She explains that the booster will allow him to 
play longer between changes and he likes this plan. He knows that his 
diaper will be fuller and feel so good on him this way. Freddie is 
finally diapered and dressed for dinner. The two walk to the family 
room where Freddie watches TV and Vicky finishes things for the visit.

Freddie watches TV and finds himself sucking his thumb. Vicky who is 
with him notices this and smiles to herself. “A pacifier is definitely 
going to be needed. I better get one and some baby bottles too. My boy 
is acting more and more like the baby he is.” She is interrupted from 
her thoughts with the doorbell ringing. Her sister and family are here. 
She looks at Freddie and says, “Here we go honey. You just be yourself 
and enjoy this evening. Everything will be fine. I love you son.”

“I love you too mommy,” replies Freddie.

Vicky opens the front door with Freddie at her side. There are hellos 
and lots of hugs and kisses. As everyone enters the house, Bob looks 
down at Freddie who raises his arms and put them around his uncle’s 
neck for a hug. Bob then puts his hands to Freddie’s bottom and picks 
him right off the floor. Freddie giggles and wraps his legs around Bob. 
Freddie smiles at Bob who looks a bit surprised. Freddie sees this and 
nods his head just a little while smiling away. Bob nods back.

“Well it feels like someone is back in a diaper from the last time we 
saw him,” says Bob. Freddie blushes a bit and meekly says, “Yeah.”

Debbie quickly looks at her sister who smiles and nods and then to 
Freddie and says, “Well moms know what is best for their children and 
if Freddie is in diapers then they must be needed.”

“That’s right Debbie,” says Vicky. “Freddie was having some accidents 
in his pants and we both thought that wearing a diaper would solve the 
problem.”

“Yeah, Auntie Debbie. Mommy got these big boy diapers and now I don’t 
have any more wet pants. They are just so cool and everything,” replies 
Freddie.

“Well Fred,” says uncle Bob, “If that’s what you decided then that it 
good; diapers for Freddie and no more wet pants.” Bob then places 
Freddie back on his feet and rubs his hair. Freddie giggles and looks 
at his mom and his aunt. Anne and Susan hearing all of this chime in 
together, “Diapers?” Debbie replies, “Yes girls, diapers. They are 
better than wearing wet pants around.”

Anne replies, “But mom, Freddie is 10 years old.”

‘I know that Anne, but he was having accidents in his pants,” replies 
Debbie.

Freddie chimes in with, “And they make diapers that fit me so there 
must be lots of kids who wet and need them.”

“That’s right Anne,” says Vicky. Diapers are sold in all sizes today. 
They are not just for babies. Lots of kids have issues or problems or 
growing spurts that affect their bladder control.” She thinks to 
herself but doesn’t say,”And who just enjoy wetting their pants.” Vicky 
is pleased that Freddie responded so confidently about his diapers, to 
his cousins and that the subject of them is now out in the open. It 
came up a lot faster than she thought, and is pleased with the results.

“Well it seems weird to me mom,” says Anne; “to wear diapers at that 
age. Anyway, with all this talk of diapers, I have to go to the 
bathroom; we’ve been in the car for so long.” Susan replies, “Yeah me 
too.”

Debbie responds, “Well you know where the bathrooms are, so you best be 
going before either of you have an accident.”

“MOM!” was said by both girls as they scurry off to the bathroom. The 
rest of the family walk into the family room and sit down. Freddie sits 
next to his uncle, who places his arm around him. The four of them chat 
about the drive to Vicky’s and what they have done today. Nothing more 
is said about Freddie wearing diapers.

After the girls return from the bathroom and join the family, Debbie 
gets up and goes to relieve herself, too. Bob isn’t far behind.

“So Freddie, you wear diapers now; all the time or just sometimes?” 
asks Susan.

Freddie looks at her and Anne, “Well all the time for now. We’ll see 
how things go and maybe I’ll be wearing them less.” Vicky smiles to 
herself, “And maybe in a year or two, but this boy loves his diapers 
and he loves to wet his pants.”

They continue chatting about Freddie and his diapers, and Freddie 
fields all the questions confidently. Vicky is pleased. They also share 
what is new in all their lives.

Debbie and Bob return to the family room. Everyone’s bladder is now 
empty. Vicky asks if anyone's cares for something to drink. They all 
say yes, so Vicky and Debbie go off to the kitchen. Uncle Bob asks 
Freddie about what else is new with him and they all chat away.

In the kitchen, Debbie says, “Wow sis, Freddie in diapers and he’s so 
calm about it. How did this all happen? Are you okay with it? You seem 
so.”

“Well sis, it was a surprise to see Freddie in wet pants several times 
and we talked about it. I suggested that diapers would be an option if 
Freddie thought he might have more accidents in his pants. I don’t 
believe there is a medical problem with Freddie’s answers and talk 
about him wetting his pants. So, I checked around the internet and 
found lots of young people and teens in diapers. He’s very happy to 
wear them and to let his friends find out too. He’s pleased with our 
decision and so am I. He could do a lot worse than wet his pants and 
wear diapers.”

Debbie replies, “Well, you’re certainly right on that point Vicky. I am 
just as surprised as you. I am glad that you are okay with this and 
that Freddie is too.” The moms return shortly with drinks for everyone. 
“Dinner will be ready shortly,” says Vicky.

After about half an hour, everyone gets up as Vicky says that it’s time 
to eat. Everyone I hungry, they say and head to the dining room.

As they are eating, Uncle Bob says to everyone, “How does a visit to 
Disneyland sound to everyone?”

Well, the kids’ response was loud and unanimous. “YEAH, Disneyland 
really? When?”

The adults just smiled. They love the enthusiasm in their kids. Bob 
explains that he and Debbie have arranged a 3-day visit to Disneyland 
and California Adventure, with hotel rooms and park passes; the works, 
for all of them. They can be there in two days. Vicky almost breaks 
down crying with joy as she has wanted to take Freddie there for some 
time, but the cost and getting the time to go just had not worked out. 
She was so happy for Freddie. The kids are in awe with Bob’s news and 
can’t believe they’ll be at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’ in two day’s 
time.

They continue with dinner and chat about their upcoming visit to 
Disneyland. Freddie tells everyone that he wants to go on Peter Pan 
first and then the Matterhorn and then Space Mountain. The girls want 
to visit It’s a Small World and Alice in Wonderland. “Well,” says Uncle 
Bob, “We can certainly go on those rides first. We will hopefully go on 
all the rides and maybe more than once on your favorites. By the way, 
there are some really good ones in California Adventure, including a 
thrilling rollercoaster and a scary hotel adventure.” All the kids 
scream in delight and maybe a little fear with this news. Vicky is now 
crying as she sees the delight and joy in Freddie with all this talk of 
Disneyland. She is so happy for him.

“What’s the matter mommy?” asks Freddie as he gets up to comfort his 
mom.

“Oh, I am just happy for you that Uncle Bob and Aunt Debbie have this 
wonderful surprise for you and Anne and Susan. I have wanted to take 
you there for some time and now it is going to happen. I can’t wait to 
see us all there and going on all the rides and seeing all the magic 
that is Disneyland.”

“Well that’s good mommy; I was a bit scared there for a minute,” 
replies Freddie.

“Thanks for caring about me Honey. I am okay, just very happy,” says 
Vicky.

After they finish dinner, the kids go off to the family room while the 
parents clean up the kitchen.

“Wow, Vicky,” says Debbie, “You really got emotional over our surprise. 
I am so happy for you and Freddie. I know we’ll all have such a 
wonderful time at Disneyland.”

“Oh thank you sis and Bob for such a surprise. Did you see the joy and 
excitement in all their eyes? It just was so good that I cried. Thank 
you both for such a wonderful surprise,” says Vicky.

“Well Vicky, we knew you wanted to go there and all and we did too, so 
we decided to make a family trip there,” replies Bob.

After cleaning the kitchen, the adults join the kids who are now 
watching TV and still chatting about their upcoming trip. Vicky 
discreetly checks out her son’s bottom to see the fullness of his 
diaper. It has been several hours since his last change and she wants 
to make sure there are no embarrassing leaks. She can tell that his 
diaper is on the full side and thinks about changing him shortly. They 
all chat about the trip and what they will bring and wear while there. 
After awhile, Vicky notices that her son is squirming around a little 
and decides that he needs a diaper change. She then says, “Honey, come 
with me. I want to see how you’re doing, okay?”

Freddie looks at his mom and smiles and blushes a bit too. “Okay, let’s 
hurry, I want to get back and talk more about Disneyland,” says Freddie 
as he stands up and walks to his room with his mom rubbing his head.

“Yes son, we’ll be right back,” says Vicky.

Once in his room, Vicky gets out his changing pad and spreads it on his 
bed. Freddie has taken his shoes off and gets in position for his 
diaper change. Vicky undoes his pants and pulls them down exposing his 
plastic baby-pants and a very wet diaper.

“Well my baby boy, it sure looks as if diapers and you are a good 
match. You have wet this one pretty good,” says Vicky as she pulls off 
the baby-pants and unfastens the yellow stained diaper. She then pulls 
it out from under him. As she gets the baby wipes, Freddie says, 
“Mommy, will I be wearing diapers on our trip?”

“Well I sure think so. You have been wetting them regularly and show no 
signs on wanting to use the toilet. I think diapers are in order for 
you for some time. You need them, honey, because we know you’ll wet 
your pants without them.”

Freddie smiles up at his mommy and says, “Oh good, cause I like wearing 
my diapers.”

“I know you do honey,” says Vicky, “And that is why you’ll be in them 
at Disneyland and you won’t have to waste anytime going to the potty. 
You can use your diaper for that and not miss out in any fun. We will 
change you when you’re full and if you think you need a change, you be 
sure to tell me or Aunt Debbie. We’ll get you all fresh and clean in a 
jiffy, okay?”

“Will Aunt Debbie change me too, mommy?” asks Freddie.

“Well, we’ll see honey. She does know all about changing diapers and I 
might be busy. We don’t want you leaking into your pants or shorts. 
Does that bother you honey?”

“Well I guess not. I don’t want any leaks; that’s for sure. What about 
Anne or Susan, will they be helping with my diaper changes?” asks 
Freddie.

“We’ll see honey. I know that Anne has babysat before. I’ll talk with 
Aunt Debbie about it. Would you want Anne to change you?”

Freddie looks at his mommy with a questionable look on his face. “I am 
not sure. I never really thought about it until now.”

“Well honey, we don’t need to decide right now. Anyway, maybe Anne 
won’t want to change you. Like I said honey, I’ll talk with her mom and 
see what she says. I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Okay mommy, that sounds good,” replies Freddie. Vicky finishes up her 
son’s diaper change and gets his pants back on. Freddie ties his shoes 
and the two go back to the family room.

“Everything okay?” asks Debbie as Freddie rejoins his cousins on the 
floor and Vicky sits down on the couch.

“Yes,” says Vicky, “Everything is all done.” Vicky does not want to go 
into detail as it might embarrass Freddie. Debbie smiles at her sister 
and also at Freddie. Moms always know what’s going on.

Both families enjoy the evening together, planning their trip to 
Disneyland. They would leave in the morning, after breakfast. Each 
person would have one piece of luggage and a knapsack for personal 
things. Freddie would also have a diaper bag and a stash of diapers for 
the trip. By now it was time for bed, so everyone got settled down to 
sleep. Freddie went to his room, took of his shoes and pants and put on 
his PJ’s. The girls would sleep in the family room, in sleeping bags, 
while Uncle Bob and Aunt Debbie would be in the spare bedroom. Debbie 
went to her bedroom after checking on Freddie to see that he was okay.

“Are you wet honey?”

“No, not yet,” replied Freddie with a big smile.

“You go boy,” said Vicky. “Now sleep well and have dreams of 
Disneyland. Everything is going to be wonderful. We’re going to have a 
magical time together and you will be in diapers and your plastic baby-
pants the whole time. You are my little baby boy and I just love you so 
much.”

“Oh thanks mommy, thank you so much for everything. I like being in my 
diapers and I want to wear them a lot.”

“I know honey, and that is just fine with me. You can wear diapers for 
as long as you want. I told you that they are your toilet.”

“Oh mommy thank you so much, I love you so.”

“Night night honey; have sweet dreams,” said Vicky.

As Vicky was getting Freddie to bed, Debbie was with her daughters and 
helping them get situated in the family room.

“Mom,” said Anne. “Is Freddie going to be in diapers while on the trip 
and at Disneyland?”

“Well I would say so. He needs to have them on so that he doesn’t wet 
his pants. I think it will be just fine. They have lots of restrooms 
there and maybe changing rooms too. I wouldn’t worry too much about 
him, he’ll be just fine.”

“Oh okay mom, I was just wondering. It will be interesting traveling 
with him though. I am looking forward to seeing him in his diapers and 
maybe helping changing him. Do you think I can?”

“We’ll see honey. I will talk with Vicky and see what she thinks. Now 
you two have sweet dreams and we’ll see you in the morning.”

CHAPTER 6

As dawn came to the house, Anne and Susan were the first ones up. They 
went to the bathroom to shower and got dressed. As they walked back to 
the family room, Freddie came out of his room and walked towards the 
kitchen. He did not see or hear his cousins. As he walked, he heard, 
“Good morning Freddie. Did you sleep well?” It was Susan. She and her 
sister were standing in the family room. Freddie turned to the voice 
and sees his cousins.

“Oh hi, Anne and Susan. Yes I slept well,” replied Freddie. He changed 
walking from the kitchen, to his cousins. The two girls sat down on the 
couch with a space between them. “Have a seat here Freddie, so we can 
talk,” said Anne as she patted the couch. Freddie obliged and sat down. 
He was wet from peeing during the night and his diaper was sagging. 
Both his cousins noticed this fact and soon smelled him as he 
approached. They also could hear the crinkle of his plastic baby-pants 
as he sat down. Both girls looked at each other and smiled.

“So Freddie, how long has it been since you started wearing diapers 
again?” asked Susan.

Freddie was surprised with the question, but realized that he had not 
talked about his diapers with Anne and Susan since they arrived. He 
said to them, “Oh about a month or so.”

“Wow,” said Anne, “That is not too long. Are you okay with going to 
Disneyland wearing them?”

“Yeah, I really don’t want to have an accident there,” replied Freddie.

“You mean, like wetting your pants on a ride or in line?” asked Susan. 
She wanted to use those words, ‘wetting your pants’ and see Freddie’s 
reaction.

“Yeah, like wetting my pants.” There, he said it and he also blushed a 
little. His cousins were definitely getting to the point about him and 
his diapers, quickly. He didn’t think they would be so direct so soon, 
but he was ready. He likes his diapers and he was not going to back 
down about wearing or using them. The girls noticed his blush and 
continued with their questions.

“So where was your first pants-wetting accident Freddie? Were you out?” 
asked Anne.

“No, I was not out. I was in the backyard playing and didn’t get in the 
house soon enough. I couldn’t hold it and I wet my pants,” replied 
Freddie.

“Wow,” said Susan. ‘And what happened when your mom found out? Was she 
mad at you? Did you get into trouble?”

“Nope, nothing happened. She wanted to know what happened and why did I 
think I had the accident. She was really cool about it,” said Freddie.

“That’s amazing Freddie,” said Anne. “Wetting your pants at 10 and your 
mom doesn’t get mad about it. That is cool. I’ve seen a few accidents 
at school and in the mall where someone has wet their pants. So, it 
does happen.”

“Yeah me too, said Susan. “A boy in school just a few weeks ago wet his 
pants in the afternoon in class. He was one row over and I could see 
his pants get all wet with pee as he wet. It went all over the floor 
too. I could even smell it.”

“Like now,” said Anne with a giggle as she got another whiff of 
Freddie’s pee smell from his wet diaper. “It’s okay with us Freddie, 
that you wear diapers and use them too. We’re not going to tease you; 
we are just interested in them, that’s all, right Susan?”

“Yeah Freddie, we are just curious. We’ve never known anyone our age 
that wore diapers, of which we know. You are the first one,” said 
Susan. She too, smells pee from Freddie’s diaper. Both girls are 
getting into this talk with their diapered cousin.

“So Freddie, when do you usually get changed in the morning?” asked 
Anne.

“Ugh, usually after breakfast, mommy, I mean mom has me stay in them 
until then. It doesn’t bother me either. How about you two, does my wet 
diaper bother you?” asked Freddie.

Both girls look at each other and then to Freddie. He is turning his 
head from left to right trying to read his cousins. They shake the 
heads, no. “No Freddie, your wet diaper smell doesn’t bother me,” said 
Susan.

“Me either,” said Anne. “So you can stay in them wet and your mom is 
cool about it and you are too? Wow.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind them wet or smelly. I’ve gotten use to it. I am 
glad they don’t bother you either. I’d say you’ll smell them for the 
next week during our trip. Thanks for understanding,” said Freddie.

“You’re welcome,” said Susan.

“No worries,” said Anne. “I’d like to help change you some time that is 
if you don’t mind. I asked my mom what she thought and she’s going to 
talk to your mom and see.

Freddie was taken back by Anne’s request. He had never thought about 
this eventuality, having someone other than his mom change his diapers. 
He wasn’t sure what he felt.

“Ugh, I’ll think about it Anne. I’ve never had anyone other than mom, 
change me.”

“Well, I just want to help out. I know how moms get busy and all. I’d 
be gentle with you. I’ve changed diapers on babies for whom I baby-
sit,” said Anne.

“We’ll see Anne, I’ll talk to my mom too,” said Freddie.

Susan chimed in with another question of Freddie. “So Freddie, what do 
you do when you need to go poop. Do you use your diaper for that too?”

Freddie smiles and looks at both of his cousins and says, “Wow, you two 
are really curious, aren’t you. I never thought I’d be discussing my 
bathroom, er ah, my diaper habits with anyone. But, since you are 
family, and we will be together for the next week, I guess its okay. To 
answer you Susan, I also use my diaper for going poop.”

Both girls reply in unison, “Wow.”

Freddie blushes again and says, “Yeah, since I am in a diaper for 
wetting accidents, mom said that my diapers are my toilet and I can use 
them for everything.”

Anne replies, “Wow Freddie, you poop your diaper. Isn’t it gross and 
all?”

“No not really,” said Freddie. “I don’t mind it. I can go anywhere and 
it feels kind of cool all full and squishy in my diaper. I’ve gotten 
use to the smell too.”

“Well I might not want to change a poopy diaper on you,” said Anne. 
“I’ll have to see how it goes with wet ones first, that is if I get to 
change you at all.” She giggles with this comment and so does Susan.

Susan adds, “Well Freddie, I am glad that you are okay with using 
diapers for everything. I’ll be here to help you whenever you need it.

“Me too Freddie,” said Anne. They both are very interested in Freddie 
and his diapers.

As the three kids chat about Freddie’s diapers, Uncle Bob walks into 
the room. “Good morning Dad,” says Anne and Susan. “Good morning Uncle 
Bob,” says Freddie.

“And good morning to you kids too. You’re all up early,” says Uncle 
Bob.

“What do you expect Dad, on a day we’re leaving for Disneyland?” 
replies Anne.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right about that one. I hope you all slept well. 
It is going to be a long day. We’ll be driving for most of it to get 
over halfway there by tonight. Then, we might get to the parks in the 
afternoon tomorrow.”

“Yes daddy that would be so good. We’d be able to go on rides 
tomorrow,” says Anne.

“Yeah, Disneyland, here we come,” adds Freddie. All three kids are 
charged up about this trip. Bob smiles at their enthusiasm.

“Well, it is coffee and breakfast time. You kids hungry?” asks Bob.

“Yes we sure are,” says Susan. Anne and Freddie add, “Yes we’re hungry 
for sure.”

“Then breakfast is coming,” says Bob. “If I get some help in here, we 
might get on the road sooner.”

“Okay dad, you’ve got us. What can we do?” says Anne as all three kids 
follow Bob into the kitchen.

Debbie is leaving the bathroom when she sees her sister, Vicky and 
approaches saying, “Good morning sis. How did you sleep?”

“Oh just fine sis. By the smell, breakfast is being made without us, 
for a change,” says Vicky. The two sisters chat as Debbie gets dressed. 
During their conversation, Debbie tells Vicky of Anne’s request to help 
with Freddie’s diaper changes. Debbie also volunteers to help her 
sister with this task.

Vicky replies, “Well, I have not thought about this request. I have no 
issues with either of you helping to change his diapers. He has messy 
ones too, so you might what to reconsider.” They both chuckle with this 
statement.

“Oh really? Well messy diapers are no problem for me, Vicky, you know 
that. I am not sure Anne would volunteer for one though. I just want 
you to know that we both want to help you with this job. Diaper changes 
are a time-consuming task,” says Debbie.

“I know, and I am thankful for your requests to help out. I guess it 
boils down to how Freddie feels about it,” says Vicky. I wonder if he’d 
let Anne change him. Susan is too young to help and I don’t think he 
would want someone his own age changing him. Anne is a different story 
though. What do you think, Debbie? Would it inappropriate for her to 
change him? She would need to be watched and shown how to diaper a much 
bigger person than a 2-year old.”

“Well, Anne could do it with some training, I am sure of that. I just 
wonder about the closeness to a 10-year old boy and her cousin also. I 
don’t think it would be inappropriate. We would be right there, within 
a room or two if anything happened. I think Anne would do just fine, so 
it is up to you and Freddie for the final say so. Let’s see how things 
play out Vicky. We don’t have to decide this moment you know.”

“Time will tell Debbie, let’s go and join the others,” says Vicky

When Vicky and Debbie appear, the kitchen table is set, juice poured, 
coffee done and Bob is cooking bacon, flipping hotcakes and scrambling 
eggs. Susan is making toast. The kitchen is a buzz of activity. “Wow,” 
says Debbie, “You girls and you Freddie are awfully helpful this 
morning. I wonder why?”

The kids look at each other and back to Debbie and say, “Disneyland!”

Debbie gets coffee for her and Vicky and says, “The power of that 
place. I wish I had such power.”

“Yes, Disneyland and kids are something to behold,” replies Vicky. 
Freddie goes to his mom and gives her a morning hug. She returns it and 
kisses his forehead. “And how are you this fine morning my son?” asks 
Vicky.

“Oh mommy, I am just fine. We’re all so excited about the trip.” Vicky 
rubs her son’s back as he talks and then checks out his bum, to get a 
feel for how wet is his diaper. She realizes that it is wet as usual, 
nothing new or different this morning with her little baby boy. She 
decides to address his diaper change till after breakfast. He’s not 
overly wet and he’s not at all upset with wearing a wet diaper among 
his cousins. Anne and Susan give morning hugs and kisses to their mom. 
Nothing of the kids’ morning talk is brought up by any of them. They 
have other things on their minds and they know enough not to embarrass 
Freddie with what they learned from him this morning. Kids have a code 
of honor too.

“Okay all; everyone grabs a plate and get into this breakfast,” says 
Uncle Bob as he places the scrambled eggs on the table. Everyone gets 
seated and begins their meal. Anne and Susan, who set the table, have 
Freddie sitting between them. There is a bond growing among the 
cousins. This fact is not overlooked by their parents. This is all 
good.

Everyone enjoys the meal and there is a definite buzz in the air that 
spells, ‘Disneyland, here we come’! The kids talk about the various 
rides and lands to visit. Bob goes over the plans and his desire to 
drive at least halfway today. Everyone is excited. Breakfast is eaten 
faster than it was prepared.

With breakfast done, the girls help with the cleanup while Uncle Bob 
takes his shower. Vicky takes Freddie to his room to get changed and 
have a shower too. As he leaves the kitchen he quickly looks at Anne 
and Susan who smile and watch as his mom leads him out. The girls look 
at each other and know that it is diaper changing time for Freddie. 
Debbie is busy helping out with the dishes and says to her daughters, 
“You two look as if you’ve lost a friend. Freddie will be right back 
after his shower.”

“Yeah we know that mom, says Anne. “But isn’t he going to get his 
diaper changed too?”

“Yes he is. As for you helping change them Anne, I spoke with Vicky and 
she is going to talk with Freddie about it and see what he feels and 
thinks. There will be lots of opportunities to change him. This 
morning’s change is only the first of many. Just be patient and we’ll 
see what happens. All of this is new to Freddie, having others change 
his diapers,; let him work through it, okay?”

“Okay mom,” says Anne. Susan listens to everything.

In his bedroom, Freddie takes his PJ’s off and his mommy pulls down his 
plastic baby-pants and then unfastens the sodden diaper. They both look 
at the yellow stain that covers it. Vicky begins folding it and says, 
“Well honey that was a good use of your diaper. You certainly peed it a 
lot.”

“Yeah mommy, I did.”

“Okay, now off to your shower. When you’re done just come back in here 
and I’ll get you into a fresh diaper for our trip. Then I want you to 
make sure all your clothes are packed and ready to go. I’ll take care 
of your diaper bag and extra diapers. Now off you go.”

As Freddie turns, his mom gently swats his cute little bum and says, 
“You go, boy.”

Comments are welcome to Deeker’s who will forward them to me. I hope 
you enjoy this adventure. I am enjoying writing it.

To be continued...