Didee DiapeRS
OF BOYS
AND
DIAPERS
A Truthful Account on
How a Diaper
Seduced his
Bedwetting Boy
into Pooping and More!
PART THREE
Chapters 7, 8, 9
Bicentennial Boys
My God! They saw him! He was watching them from
the window, while they were playing in the garden, wearing only their diapers
and… they saw him! They even beckoned him! Shit! That crazy retarded boy still
in diapers, at twelve!, and that other smaller kid.
Why couldn’t he just watch them from behind the safe curtain of his room? Why
did he have to move that bloody curtain? ‘Just an inch’, he thought, to see better. And that’s when they saw him. F***! He ran away from
the window, leaving the curtain moving back to its normal position, underlining
by that very motion what he had just done. He was stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He
sat on his bed, thinking about those two silly diaper-pissers. Why was he
watching them, anyway? Now they knew!
They knew a stupid curious 8-year-old couldn’t mind his own business and had to
watch them play in the garden! Anton didn’t want to have anything to do with
those two. And yet, he was now part of their lives! They knew he existed! He swore to himself he would
never again approach the window to spy on them. He would carefully choose when
to go out, so that he would not have a chance to see them, he thought,
tormenting his swinging milk tooth about to fall. Hey! It would be soon
tooth-fairy time again! Another coin, or probably a banknote…, to put into his
savings! Of course he knew by then it was his mother putting the money under
his pillow, but still that cool skateboard he was dreaming of was getting
nearer…
The two boys slept soundly in the crib, their
bodies lying on their sides, facing the same
direction, snuggling one another, the younger one holding his cousin’s hand on
his chest. Their legs reproduced the same pose – the lower leg stretched out,
the upper leg folded, the boy’s legs right behind those of the kid. The
12-year-old had his nostrils right on the kid’s nape, anaesthetized by the sweet
baby scent coming from his hair. One could see from time to time the toes of
the younger boy stretching out, looking for the reassuring presence of their
counterparts of his cousin’s feet underneath them. Their immaculate diapers
were like shiny glaciers melting around the sleeping beauties’ central summits,
adorning the smooth skin of their bodies, protecting their most precious,
eternal fountains of baby youth.
As Anton went to bed, he gave a last try at the
tooth, but it was still hanging. ‘Not yet!’, he
thought. The thought of the skateboard tempted him into trying to tear off the
dangling tooth, but the pain, however tiny, was piercing enough to make him
desist. ‘Damn! This tooth sucks!’ Even though he knew how ridiculous he was
going to look, once the tooth would eventually fall, leaving behind a funny gap
like those of his grand-grandpa, he couldn’t wait for the money to materialise
under his pillow. Couldn’t the “tooth-fairy” make a little exception and pay in
advance? He slipped his hand below the pillow… Nope! No money there! All right,
all right! But she better put a nice banknote the night that damn tooth will
eventually hide in there!
Those two stupid diaper boys… Why was he
thinking about them? Did one of them pat his own diapered bottom when looking
at him? Yeah, the big one, the retarded! Why did he do that? Stupid pisser!
Two huge, swollen white magnolia petals wrapped
around the boys’ lower trunks. That’s what the two thick diapers looked like
while lightly rubbing against each another, as if cuddling one another,
engaging in the sweetest communion of abiding love, exchanging messages in a
mysterious, lost language, absorbing the two boys’ wetness at the same time,
feeling in unison the same steady pressure filling their bulk behind the boys’
cute bums, inducing synchronous erections in their young guests. The diapers
were obviously pivoting the sleepy choreography of the boys, as their bodies
responded elegantly to the sensual gestures of the bulky instructors – it was
the diapers turning which made the trunks and legs follow, not the other way
round!
Anton would never forget the bizarre feeling he
had when waking up the following morning… in a wet bed! At first he felt funny
– the cold sheets, almost sticking to his legs. What could that be? And then…
F***! He jumped out in shock. What will mum say! ‘I must get rid of those
sheets at once!’ But how? As if she wouldn’t notice
that! He never changed his bed in his life! He had to think, quick, quick,
quick! ‘Mom, it was an accident…’ yeah, that was it! It was an accident, that was what he would tell her. After all it was
the truth…
As he left for school, he saw the retarded
smiling at him from the garden on the other side of the street. Stupid dork!
What did he want from him? And why wasn’t he going to school, anyway? He didn’t
know about his wet bed, did he?
“Are we there yet?” said the cousin as he woke
up, ready to jump out of the crib.
“Where…” replied the boy still half-asleep,
embracing tighter his baby cousin to make him stay a bit more in the crib.
“Diaper world. We’ve been travelling for
weeks!” the kid replied in louder voice, but yielding to his cousin’s embrace.
“We’ll get there… Soon…
Don’t worry... Baby cousin...” he said, alternating words with little kisses on
his cousin’s nape. The younger boy signalled his appreciation by tucking his
cousin’s thumb into his mouth. For a while the two boys enjoyed in silence
their waking up ritual, until the 12-year-old suddenly stuck the tip of his
tongue into the kid’s ear, lapping vigorously its inside. “Ha,
ha, ha! Stop! Ha, ha!! Stop it! Please! Ha, ha, ha!” shouted the kid,
giggling like a baby.
That afternoon Anton had Bill doing ‘homework’
with him in his room. Actually, the two boys were pretending to do some
homework together, as there was no way to make that never ending series of
arithmetical operations anything interesting. Every excuse was good to
interrupt their work, every sound would get into their
ears amplified and distract them. And one sound in particular was turning their
attempts to concentrate into forlorn hopes – the voices of two boys playing outside.
Anton thought of something he knew he would regret later, but he couldn’t help
it!
“Hey! You wanna see
something really weird?” he said to Bill.
“What’s that?”
“Look!” he said, beckoning Bill to the window,
“But don’t move the curtain!”
“F***!” was all Bill could come up with after
spotting the diapered boys playing in the garden opposite Anton’s house.
“What did I tell you? Weird,
huh?”
“Man! I’m not even sure ‘weird’ is the right
word for that!” and he burst out laughing.
“Hush!” shouted Anton putting his hand on
Bill’s mouth, “Don’t spoil it!”
“Where are they?” said Bill, after he gained
control of himself again.
“Don’t know, maybe they went inside…” said Anton,
“Maybe they’ve heard us”.
“Geez! We gotta
do something about that!” said Bill,
barely containing his enthusiasm for the idea his was coming up with, “I mean, they are sick! Don’t you feel like burying
them with a trash can? Who are they, anyway?”
“The big one lives there, the other one must be
his cousin. I think they are sick in their head. Mum says the big one was a bed
wetter who eventually lost all control because he was wearing very thick
diapers. But the small one never wore any underwear – he’s been in diapers all
his life!”
“Well, maybe they are sick in their head, but
they are disgusting! I mean, how can they run around in diapers like that?”
“Yeah…” said Anton, more to distract his friend
from any possible action than out of conviction, “I think they…”.
A growing commotion coming from the house of
the retarded broke their conversation. They could hear shouting and crying from
the open window of the living room.
“You will come here and have your diaper
changed now!” shouted a young woman, “I don’t want your stinking butt leaking
any poop on the carpet!”
“No!” said the voice of a boy, probably the
younger one. And there he was! Running in front of the window to disappear
immediately afterwards, followed by the woman.
“Who is she?” whispered Bill.
“The sister of the retarded” replied Anton in
an even lower whisper. And again the younger diaper kid appeared in front of
the window, but this time he moved toward the centre of the room, well in sight
of the two boys, whose interest in the ‘show’ grew with every second.
“Gotcha!” shouted triumphantly the sister as
she grabbed both arms of the young pest.
“Let me go! Let me go! Let me gooooo!” shouted the boy.
“Not before we’ve changed that poopy diaper, young
man!”
“No! Noo! Nooo!” he cried, trying to free himself from the girl’s
hands.
Anton and Bill were now at each side of the
curtain, slowly taking it back to see more.
“An 8-year-old baby, that’s what you are!”
The two boys felt a shiver running down their
spine as they heard the age of the diapered kid. He was as old as they were!
They exchanged a quick glance, but said nothing. This was becoming too
personal!
“An 8-year-old baby who needs his poopy diaper
changed!”
“Noo! I dooon’t…
neeeed… a neeew dia-per!” he whined.
“Yes you do! And whether you like it or not I’m
going to put a new diaper on you and you will behave like a good baby boy!”
“Waahh! Waaaaaaahhh!
Waaaaaah!” the diapered boy whined louder and louder,
but ceased to resist.
“Now lie down on the floor and don’t you move
till I come back!”
The two boys behind the curtain saw the woman
disappear for a moment, until she came back with a box of baby wipes.
“Good morning, babies! Are we ready for a new didee?” said the two girls as they entered the boys’ cabin.
“Yeah…” said Baby-Bro, leaving his cousin’s ear
in peace.
“Yep!” added Baby-Cuz.
“Computer, lower the crib bars!” said one of
the girls, and the bars of the crib started their descent, while the bed got
higher and the sheet covering the mat changed its texture from cloth to
plastic, thus turning the whole into a changing station.
“Computer, two diapers, size 8 and 9, thickness
4, baby wipes and two milk bottles, lukewarm!” ordered the other girl and the
‘merchandise’ appeared in the replicator.
As the two boys laid on
their back, the girls handed a milk bottle each and proceeded to remove their
diapers.
Anton and Bill stood silent, worlds apart, and yet together, as if the living room of the
retarded boy’s house had become so big to engulf them and everything around them.
They were in there, the boy’s whining pulling them closer and closer. And as
the young woman knelt on the floor beside the whining boy and opened the
swollen diaper, they both thought they could smell the poop.
“Look at that!” whispered Bill, more to himself
that to Anton, as if trying desperately to maintain the attitude of a normal
schoolboy faced with those unheard-of events. But Anton was speechless, his
heart beating faster and faster, almost on the brink of crying together with
the now naked cousin of the retarded boy. He looked so defenceless, vulnerable
as the feisty girl grabbed his little ankles with one hand and raised them in
the air and started to wipe off the blobs of poop from his butt. She proceeded
with energy, unsympathetic to the boy’s monotonous whimper.
“Wah! Waah!” he
would whine less and less loud, less and less often, as if acting a part out of
duty, but getting tired of it.
“Baby-Bro! Bring one of your cousin’s diapers,
the cream and the baby powder!”
“Now you’ll get what you deserve, you little
pooping brat!” sneered Bill as the retarded boy appeared holding a folded
diaper. Anton was shocked by Bill’s comment – he couldn’t believe one could not
feel sorry for the ‘baby’! But he said “Yeah…”, not
wanting to give away his real feelings.
A sudden change in the ambience of the living
room occurred, however, as the dirty diaper loaded with used baby wipes was
being folded – the noisy chaos of a minute before disappeared, like magic, as
if the bulky packet of the used diaper had managed to suck in all previous
untidiness, casting peace on all participants of the drama. The young boy
stopped whining and was now sucking his thumb with loud babyish gulps, while
his butt was becoming white with cream and powder.
The boys watched their own reflections being
changed in the ceiling-mirror. They could see the back of the girls leaning on
them, their black leather thongs marking the curves of their buttocks through
the transparent, light pink blouses they were wearing.
“Computer, change the angle of the
ceiling-mirror!” said Baby-Bro.
“You are a perv,
Baby!” said Baby-Cuz laughing, “You really are!”
And the mirror would now show their hairless
crotches, their soft pee-pees behaving like obedient schoolboys while being
creamed and powdered. Baby-Bro was proud of his self-control – he had worked so
hard – no pun intended! – during all those years to
keep his wee-wee soft during diaper changes. And he never touched it! He had
decided to keep the erections only for his diaper. And his
cousin. He knew he was claiming a form privacy he wasn’t originally entitled
to, but he knew also he had the eternal gratitude of Didee
for the huge number of ‘conversions’ he had managed to realise in the last two hundred
years. Having erections only for his cousin to feel them through a thick diaper
wasn’t asking too much, was it? And as his cousin did the same for him, he knew
the kid loved him back with the same intensity he did.
“Unfold the diaper so that I can put it under
your cousin’s bum” said the girl in a softer tone the two boys couldn’t believe
she was capable of. They heard it crinkle as if it were in their very room.
They held their breath as the diaper sneaked under the boy’s butt and jumped on
his belly. They noticed the feet plants of the boy pressing each other as he opened
his thighs to the maximum width, as if following the diaper’s commands. The boy
looked tamed, overpowered by the thick diaper bulging between his legs and in
that moment, in that very moment they realised the retarded was looking at
them! Smiling! Probably been doing so for the last minutes!
“Shit!” said Bill as he retreated from the
curtain, though Anton only released the curtain, but did not move. Couldn’t move. He didn’t want Bill to see his wet pants.
“Baby-Cuz?” said the
12-year-old as the new diaper proudly rose between his thighs.
“Yeah?” said his cousin going through the same
stage of the diaper change.
“Do you remember the name of the first boy we
got?”
“You mean Anton! Yeah, our first shot!”, said Baby-Cuz full of pride,
“How could you forget his name? You’re getting old?” and both boys laughed
their head off, knowing that the ability of the telomeres of their chromosomes to
reconstruct themselves after each mitosis guaranteed
their eternal youth by avoiding the degradation of their DNA.
“No, no, I was just thinking about him. The
face he must have had when he discovered that the tooth-fairy brought him a
diaper instead of money!” and he laughed so strongly, that he could see the
diaper on his belly bouncing up and down while being sealed.
“Yeah!” laughed Baby-Cuz,
“Do you remember when Didee said that that very night
he went to his mom holding the diaper in his hands and said shyly ‘Mommy, I
need help with this’?”
Baby-Bro laughed so much that no sound came out
of his mouth, while patting violently his cousin’s diaper.
The girls placed the two used diapers in the replicator, where they disintegrated in a pale yellowish
mist.
“Finish your milk, boys!” said the young women
before leaving the cabin. The boys obeyed, though resuming their conversation
between one suck and the other.
“O, you played your part so well that day with
Anton and the other boy watching from the window!”,
said Baby-Bro, “Even my sister thought you were throwing a real tantrum about
your poopy diaper!”
“I was good, wasn’t I?” said Baby-Cuz with pride, “After all that’s the way I got you in the
first place…”
“What do you mean?” said the older cousin in
disbelief.
“Do you remember the first time my mommy put a
diaper on me by force after a bath?”
“But you were so small! How could you have faked
something like that then!”
“I’m not saying I was playing a part. It was
all real, the crying, the forlorn rebellion… What I’m saying is that by doing
that, though unconsciously, I got you hooked to diapers. I mean take any boy
between four and ten and he is bound to be affected by a scene like that!”
“Yeah, yeah, of course – good ol’ mirror-neurons! The boys feel involved right from the
beginning, they cannot but identify with a baby throwing a tantrum about
diapers!” agreed Baby-Bro, “I remember feeling so small, hiding myself,
avoiding to be seen or heard by your mum because I was afraid I would get the
same treatment!”
“And what about the magic words?” said the
younger boy with an almost malicious tone.
“Man! They make me shiver even now, after all
these... centuries! ‘There is no use in behaving like that, young man, all
babies must wear diapers. And whether you like it or not I am going to put this
diaper on you and you will behave like a good baby boy wearing his diaper!’
Boy!!”
“Cool, huh?” said Baby-Cuz
with gusto.
“The greatest spell of all! Whoever invented
it?” asked Baby-Bro.
“Didee, who else!”
said the kid.
“Of course, only he could come up with
something like that” admitted the boy, “but to convince all women of the world
to use it, it’s been perhaps an even greater masterpiece!”
“You’re right about that!” agreed Baby-Cuz.
“He was a stunning beauty, though, wasn’t he? I
mean Anton,” said Baby-Bro, “especially in diapers. I mean, I can still see
that blond, blue-eyed cutie romping around with that size 7, and even with that
black gap in his teeth he looked just beautiful…”
“Yep. I think our choice was conditioned by his
beauty” said the kid, “You were like obsessed by the idea of wanting to make
the first boy a very special gift for Didee, and you
said the first had to be very beautiful.”
“The other one, Bill, was a tougher cookie, do
you remember?”
“Yeah, it took us ages to get him into that
damn diaper. He thought he was a Tarzan, a Superman, a big boy and would not
yield! I think we even had to use drugs on him to make him flood that stupid bed
of his!”
“But when he finally got to wear
one, man! I
couldn’t believe that rascal could turn into the sweetest baby so quick, in a
second!”
“Yeah! I remember we had to put a hand on
his mouth because he was tearing down the whole house with his loud babbling!”
said Baby-Cuz, “Wa-wa-wa-wa!
Goo-goo-goo-goo-goo!” imitating Bill’s reaction to
the diaper shock, and both boys laughed their head off again.
“What happened to him? And to
Anton? Are they still around?” asked Baby-Bro.
“I’m not sure. Years later Anton went though a
strong purge crisis, whereas Bill ended in an institution. I’ve never heard of them
again. If Anton didn’t change his mind, he must be dead by now…”
“What a shame that would be! Once all this mess
is finished let’s find out what happened to him! And Bill!” proposed the boy.
“Yeah!” approved his cousin.
“Come in!” said Baby-Bro reacting to the door
buzz.
A very tall 14-year-old boy entered the room.
“Baby-Sir!” said the two boys in unison – Cirroc was the ship’s commander, but their reaction to his
entry was more linked to the fact that he was their very own special boy, their
‘little’ brother. He had been with them since then, when they had Baby-Bro’s sister convincing Cirroc’s mother to put him back in diapers at age three. “I
don’t know why my boy is so restless. He’s become such a pest!” “Have you tried
putting him back to diapers?” “Diapers? But he’s
three!” “Yeah, but trust me – you won’t recognise him if you have him diapered
again. Take my brother and my cousin – never complaining, always obedient, happy!” And indeed Cirroc turned
into the sweetest angel once diapered again. Her mother’s gratitude for Baby-Bro’s
sister was eternal, and Baby-Bro and Baby-Cuz became
the steady playmates of Cirroc (whom they named
‘Baby-Sir’), often sleeping at his place. The two cousins asked Didee to grant eternal youth to Cirroc
too, which he got, but only later, as Didee explained
it had to be his well-informed
choice, something one could not expect from a 3-year-old toddler. Cirroc then joined the two cousins in their enterprise, at
age fourteen.
“Hi, Baby-Bro, hi, Baby-Cuz”
said Cirroc with a smile. And as the door closed
behind his back, he took off his shiny silver uniform. Like the two boys,
wanting their erections only in diapers, he also had a personal privilege
gained after so many ‘conversions’ – he could keep the sight of his diaper only
for himself and the two wonderful cousins. And the girls changing
him, of course. He would wear his silver uniform on duty and when around
people, leaving only a telling bulge for everyone to know he was wearing a
diaper. But when in the company of the cousins he would join them in the ‘open’
diaperhood they had enjoyed since their first days
together. The silver boots would come off, the uniform
would drop to the floor revealing the shiniest white diaper building the most
enticing contrast to the dark velvet of his skin. When the cousins looked at
him, they knew it had been worth waiting for his fourteenth birthday before his
entry into eternal youth – he was
“You want a bottle?” offered Baby-Bro.
“Sure!” said Baby-Sir as he sat on the floor.
“Three baby bottles, chocolate, lukewarm!”
ordered Baby-Bro in front of the replicator, and as
soon as the three goodies materialised, he joined his cousin and Cirroc on the floor.
“So, what’s the situation like?” asked
Baby-Bro.
“When will we get to Diaper world?” echoed
Baby-Cuz.
“We should be there in less than a week.”
“So long?” said Baby-Cuz,
not hiding his disappointment.
“I had to take several detours, the
toilet-mafia is on our tracks, their sensors are more
sophisticated than we thought.”
“Damn toilet-mafia! We had all the boys of the
Earth in diapers until ten years ago and now we are fleeing like rabbits!” said
Baby-bro, barely containing his anger.
“Why couldn’t those silly toilets be happy with
the girls? Wasn’t half of the population enough for them?” added Baby-Cuz.
“No, those hookers can’t live without seeing
jewels like those of Baby-sir here” said Baby-Bro grabbing Cirroc’s
diapered willy.
“Well, you can’t blame them, can you?” said
Baby-Sir with a cheeky smile. “Ouch!” he added as Baby-Bro squeezed his nice
tool.
“You naughty baby!” said teasingly Baby-Bro,
then resuming a more serious tone of voice: “We must take away those pee-hoses
from them whores and divert those billions of gallons of pee to where they
belong!”
“In diapers!” shouted Baby-Cuz
enthusiastically.
“In diapers!” repeated the other two boys.
“But we must put our hands first on the pee-maker,
the device Baby-Brain is working on in
“Well the first tests are encouraging” said Cirroc, “He aimed the device at hundred continent boys and
fifty-two of them peed immediately, while the others wet their bed the
following night!”
“That’s good news! So he’s ready!” said
Baby-Bro.
“Not quite…” countered Baby-Sir.
“Why? Why?” asked Baby-Cuz.
“The effect lasts only a few hours, than
vanishes”
“So? Can’t we put a device at every street
corner and have it shoot on a regular basis?” wondered the 12-year-old.
“There is also another problem…” said the
teen-ager, “it works on girls too”
“Damn! We certainly don’t want that!”, said Baby-Bro, “Didee is right about keeping girls out of diapers – we
don’t want the changers to become the changed ones, boys might think they can
change diapers too and lose half of the attraction of being in diapers and
maybe, eventually, getting even bored by diapers altogether! No, no, noo! We must find the right way of doing this!”
“But how?” asked Baby-Cuz.
“What is Baby-Brain doing to make the device
work only for boys?” the 12-year-old asked.
“If I understood correctly” said Cirroc, “he is trying to identify a brain wave only boys
produce, for the pee-maker to shoot only when resonating to it and only on the
subject irradiating it.”
“It sounds like an interesting approach”
remarked Baby-Bro, “The problem is: How long will it take?”
“And how are we going to put those pee-makers
on the streets without the toilet-mafia sabotaging them!” added Baby-Cuz, “Hey! I got it! Maybe we could have those devices work
on girls too for a short while, to convince the toilet-mafia that if we don’t
reach an agreement the whole world will end up in diapers one way or the
other!”
“Not bad!” said Baby-Sir.
“Nah!”, countered
Baby-Bro, “That’s too damn risky – even a month of chaos on Earth might produce
the unwanted effects I mentioned earlier. I agree that finding a deal with the
toilets is the only way – after all we can’t leave the girls peeing on the
streets! – but we must do it while sticking to our fundamental law…”
“Panties for girls, diapers for boys – the perfect
balance of all joys!” shouted in one voice the three boys, who immediately
after released the loudest burps of milk-satisfaction, laughing at each other’s
performance.
“I gotta go boys!”
said Cirroc standing up to resume his giant-status.
“Will you come by tonight for a round of
diaper-eavesdropping?” asked eagerly Baby-Bro.
“Well…” said the cute diaper-prince while
getting back into his uniform, “I was actually going to see someone…”
“A girl? A new one?
O, please, please, tell her you’ll be late, it’ll be only for half an hour, I
promise!” pleaded the 12-year-old, “It’s been such a long time since you last
played with us!”
“Er… Ok, I’ll do
that, but only half-hour” he said, knowing perfectly well that he would end up
spending the whole night with the boys.
“Yuppie!” shouted the cousins.
He left their cabin, thinking of an excuse for
Sheila, his recently acquired new personal changer. They were supposed to
celebrate their first month together with a dinner and a very, very long diaper
change… She would be mad at him, probably sulking for the following week. But
he couldn’t say ‘No’ to the boys. Though he felt more mature than them –even if
they considered him their little ‘brother’, he was actually more right in
considering them his little brothers – he was genuinely grateful for all they
had done for him. He still remembered those two big boys in diapers playing
with him when he was four and treating him like a peer, with a respect he couldn’t
believe big boys would consider him worthy of. And then the
pact with Didee, and the enterprise of turning all
the boys of the planet into diaper-wearers. They went through so many
things together, they shared triumphs and defeats. They shared intimacy. He
felt a special tenderness for these two kids who were so interested, like all
pre-teens, in his big boyhood. He could see in his mind already what was going
to happen that evening – lively hands caressing his crotch and big eyes
watching his animal grow underneath the thickness of the diaper until its head
would eventually peek out to great them, causing them to shriek! They called
the game ‘here-comes-the-monster’ and they could play it for hours on end, at
times touching the wonderful tip with a finger, caressing it like a cat. And he
would let them do. After all, none of them could touch their own wee-wee and it
was more than natural for all of them to want to touch those of other boys,
particularly those of the teens (this was particularly true for Baby-Bro and
Baby-Cuz, who were frozen for ever in their
respective pre-teen ages). He knew also they would snuggle along his body,
looking for protection, which he would provide, of course. Baby-Bro was particularly
fond of that – as he felt protective toward his cousin, he felt the need for
someone bigger than him to do the same for him from time to time. And Baby-Bro
would melt into Cirroc’s arms, especially when they
would be alone. It had not occurred for a while, but there was a time – hundred
years ago? – while Baby-Cuz
was busy organising things in
Diaper World
“Baby-Bro!” shouted his brother’s girlfriend to
the stairs, “Could you come down, please, there’s someone I’d like you to
meet!”
Daniel froze as he saw a boy wearing only a
diaper and a t-shirt appearing at the top of the stairs. His brother had told
him the boy wore diapers, but he didn’t say he wore only diapers!
“Hi!” said the abnormal baby coming down the stairs,
exhibiting a smile which made him look even weirder!
Why did he let his brother talk him into this! For twenty lousy bucks, on top
of that! But this was three, four,
five times worth that sum!
“Daniel, this is my brother. Baby-Bro, this is
Ethan’s brother, Daniel!” said the girl obviously trying to make the best out of
a painful situation for the newcomer.
‘Baby-Bro?!’ he thought, ‘How on Earth did
Ethan manage to get involved with such a crazy family!’
“Baby-Bro is only two years older than you, so
you should get along well!” said Ethan, trying to rescue his girlfriend.
‘Two years older?! More like two-years-old! Full
stop!’ he sneered in his mind.
“Won’t you say hello and shake hands?” said his
brother, cheekily patting his hand on the pocket where Daniel knew the money
was. ‘F***!’, he thought and stretched his hand out to
the monstrous baby.
“…H-hi” he said, quickly shaking hands with the
creature.
“Hi!” repeated the 12-year-old, smiling like
the Cheshire Cat. But Daniel simply could not look at him for more than a
second at a time.
“Why don’t you boys go upstairs while Ethan and
I go out and fetch some ice-cream?”
‘What?! That wasn’t the deal!! They were
supposed to stay with me at all times!’ He looked angrily at his brother and
mouthed ‘T-r-a-i-t-o-r’, but Ethan patted his pocket
even stronger and said: “All right, off we go!”
And as the two left, Daniel followed Baby-Bro
upstairs, like a dead-man-walking taking his last steps before the old-sparky. He couldn’t help watching the boy’s butt in front
of him, though. Man! That diaper was soooo thick! The
boy waddled up the stairs like a stupid duck! Could he smell something? Pee? O, for God’s sake!
“This is my room!” said Baby-Bro, not realizing
– or pretending not to – the shock it would cause in the 10-year-old a room
arranged like that, with the crib, the changing station and all.
‘I WANT MY MONEY!!!’ shouted in his head the
poor boy, ‘When is this nightmare going to end?’ But was it just greed? Or fear
of his brother’s reaction had he ran away from that crazy house? Or was there
something else keeping him in there?
“Come, I’ll show you something!” beckoned him
the diaper boy.
‘What now!’ he thought. And as the boy opened a
drawer he couldn’t believe his eyes – tens and tens of plastic pants, of
various shapes and colours. He couldn’t believe there were factories out there
making all those things! And in that
size! He was so confused that the question came out of his mouth without
deliberation:
“But why
do you wear… those?”
“My sister puts them on my diapers, to be sure
I don’t leak” giggled Baby-Bro.
“No, no, I mean, why do you wear…”
“Diapers?” helped out the diaper boy, “Hasn’t
your brother told you about me? My story?”
“Well… sort of… he said you wet the bed and one
day you… you…” hesitated Daniel.
“Reverted to a baby?”
“Yeah, he used exactly the same words, though
I’m not sure I understood. What happened to you? And why do they call you
‘Baby-Bro’? What’s your real name?” The more Daniel talked, the more
comfortable he felt. Strangely enough, talking straight away about diapers and
the condition of the 12-year-old, avoiding painful dissimulations, made him
feel better, more at ease. He was now less scared by the situation and more
genuinely interested in finding out what happened to that boy.
“Baby-Bro” explained the diaper boy, “is short for ‘Baby-Brother’. My sister started calling
me that.”
“So, what’s your real name?” asked Daniel,
barely containing his curiosity.
“My name is your name” said Baby-Bro.
“You Daniel too? Cool!” exclaimed Daniel, failing to
understand the deeper implications of what the diaper boy had just said.
“And yes, I wet the bed and as I wore thick
diapers for that, one day I got DSS”
“DSS?”
“Diaper shock syndrome”
“Geez! What does it do? Can you get it from
others?” said Dan, shivering.
“You get it from diapers! The thicker, the
easier! And you find yourself reduced to a baby just like that! And then you
have to relearn everything, but not all you knew how to do comes back…”
“How do you mean?” asked intrigued
the 10-year-old.
“It means… potty-training gone forever!”
“No shit!”
“No shit.”
“I didn’t know diapers could do things like
that!” said Dan.
“Don’t tell me!” said Baby-Bro.
“I mean, just wearing it? How can that be? All
babies would stay babies forever, wouldn’t they?”
“I don’t know what to say, but trust me, diapers
did this to me!”
“But why you keep wearing them? Aren’t you
afraid of another diaper shock?”
“Don’t you get it? I need them! And then you can only go once through a diaper shock.”
“But why show’em off
like that, the whole world is gonna tease you!”
“What would be the point of hiding them?
Besides, do you really think one can hide diapers as bulky as these? And I have
my family and friends, I don’t care about the others… would
you like to be my friend?”
“Approaching Diaper world!” shouted Cirroc’s voice on the intercom.
“At last!” exclaimed Baby-Cuz,
“’t was about time!”
“You just can’t wait to see what the fashion is
like this year, can you?” teased him Baby-Bro, “My Ba-by
cou-sin wan’ a new big thi-cky,
thi-cky didee on his butty!”
“Blah, blah, blah!” chanted back his cousin, “I
bet you too are dying to test the new poop-eaters everyone’s being talking
about!”
“Diaper world in sight!” announced Baby-Sir.
“On screen!” shouted both boys. The sight of
the white-blue planet would always make them awe with wonder. The clouds, the
ice caps, the salty deserts, the endless prairies of ever-blossoming, fluffy
cotton-like panakia
made the albedo of the planet similar to that of
Venus, except for the luminescent blue of the oceans. Didee
had no doubt chosen a world worthy of him and his projects,
would think the boys each time they admired the planet.
“Ready to beam you down whenever you like” said
Cirroc’s voice.
“Coming to the helm!” they said before jumping
into the nearest turbolift.
“So, did you survive?” asked Ethan as he drove
his brother home.
“Yeah…” said Daniel pretending to look out of
the window.
“Would you like to go back tomorrow?” he added,
“I’m sure Baby-Bro would love that...”
“His name’s Daniel. Like me” said Dan.
“Really?! I thought it was Ethan, like me!”
“He told me his name was my name.”
“He told me the same thing! I better ask his
sister. Anyway, are you going to see him again?”
“Another twenty bucks?” asked tentatively the
10-year-old.
“Boy, you are going to rip me off if you expect
a twenty for every visit! Let’s make another deal, you
get ten every week if you go at least twice a week. How about that? If you do,
it’s still a lot of money for a kid like you, think of all the things you could
buy!”
“All right…” said almost unwillingly Daniel.
“Deal?”
“Deal.”
Despite what his bribing attitude toward his
brother might have suggested, Ethan acted more out of
affection for the diaper boy than to please his sister (who was completely
unaware of the trade between Ethan and Dan). He was growing fond of that boy,
so lonely, so vulnerable and yet, except for his diapers and baby whims, a
perfectly healthy 12-year-old, even cute! He reminded him of his girlfriend –
one could tell they were siblings – but also of his own little brother, shy, a
bit introverted, but clever.
“Hey, you two! Come here! Diaper inspection!” said
a blond girl in her twenties. Her black boots and the big leather belt around
her hips would take no ‘No’ for an answer. The two
boys obeyed, half amused, half genuinely terrorised by the dominant girl.
“We just got changed…” was saying Baby-Bro,
immediately interrupted by the blue angel:
“Yeah! That’s what all pissers like you
say when they see us!” and she inserted a finger between his diaper and his
thigh, skilfully running it along the inner side of the crotch.
“You think I’m stupid!?” shouted the girl in
his ear, “Get in the transport and have that pissy
diaper changed NOW!”.
For the first time after decades, Baby-Bro got
a face as red as a pepper and started stammering:
“You… you… d-don’t know who I… I… am!”
“You are a pissing brat! That’s what you are!
MOVE!” she shouted at the top of her voice and took him by his ear.
Baby-Bro and Baby-Cuz
where so under shock that they obeyed instantly – that wasn’t exactly the
welcoming committee they had expected!
Once in the transport they were placed on a row
of adjacent changing tables, where other boys of all ages were being changed
with quick and rough gestures by a squad of unsympathetic young ladies, whose
severity was matched only by their sexy appearance.
“Do you have the poop-eaters?” couldn’t resist to ask Baby-Cuz.
“O! The poopy brat is going sophisticated, uh?”
sneered at him the plump girl changing him, “Hey girls, did you hear that? This
poopy mama-boy has just arrived from Earth and wants to know if we have the
poop-eaters!”
Baby-Cuz wanted to
faint and vanish under the changing table, until the girl said:
“Of course we have the poop-eaters! Where do
you think you are? In some lousy Salvation Army infirmary?
This is Diaper world! The only place in the universe where
walking crap-machines like you are taken care of properly!”
And as the girl ended praising the virtues of
Diaper world, Baby-Cuz felt the softest fluffy bulk
impose itself between his thighs and conquer his belly. It seemed to embrace
him tighter at every second, though maintaining his softness! ‘How can that be?’
he wondered before plunging into baby heaven and joining the outrageous choir
of boys babbling like babies gone crazy! The whole row of changing tables was
occupied with boys raising their legs, joining their feet plants, rocking back
and forth, caressing the super-smooth outer surface of the diapers, a bizarre
mixture of plastics and silk which worked like baby-skin. But when they started
patting the bulge, gently yielding to their hands, only to become more puffy afterwards, they all went wailing like newborn
puppies! The girls had to take them out by force, because they were incapable
of moving!
Daniel’s visits took a steady course, and as
their frequency increased, they became ‘free of charge’. The boy would go now
every day, after school, playing with Baby-Bro. He was completely accustomed to
seeing him in just his diapers and was even thinking – but only thinking! – of bringing along one of his school-friends one day. He did
not dare watch his sister changing him, though, but he certainly could hear all
the sounds associated with the job. He would sit at the computer, trying vainly
to concentrate on a game, while the ripping sounds of the tapes coming off
would pierce his ears and the brutal swishes of the plastic pants would make
him shiver. Even worse were the clapping of the feet plants and the diaper boy’s
babyish gulps! His heart would beat like a mad butterfly! He really had to
fight the temptation of running away from there, to return to a normal world.
Yet he was paralyzed on that chair, and even more so well long after the diaper
change was finished, because he didn’t want anyone to see the crazy boner tensing
his shorts.
“How do you like the poop-eaters?” said a voice
waking them up in Plastic Pants park.
“Danny!” said Baby-Bro, “Geez!
We must have fallen asleep after that diaper change!”
“They are GREEEAAAT!” shouted Baby-Cuz patting them again, “Did you make them?”
“One of my best inventions, I believe” said Baby-Dan,
“At least, this is what every one says around here. I can’t wait to send them
to Earth.”
“You can bet we’ll knock down the toilet-mafia
with these and the pee-makers!” shouted enthusiastically Baby-Cuz, “We’ll have all the boys of Earth back in diapers
again!”
“I knew you would come up with something this
great!” added proudly Baby-Bro, “Since the first day I met you, I knew you had
a real talent for diapers, even if you were totally unaware of it at that
time.”
“I was a late-bloomer, wasn’t I?” said Danny
with a smile.
“You?? No way. Your brother was” replied
Baby-Bro, “No, you were slow, perhaps, but I could see the passion of an artist
for his muse growing more and more, every day! And now… this!” he said
caressing the diaper, “Had we had something like this back then, we would have conquered the world in a minute!” He got
carried away by the diaper amazingly soft elastic bulge for a few moments… and
then asked:
“By the way, how’s Ethan? Is he here?”
“Yeah, more chased by blue-angels than ever!”
he laughed, “He comes back home in the evening exhausted, ‘Won’t they let me at
least dribble a bit of pee in a diaper before changing one?’ he says”
“Well, I must say my sister had very good taste
when it came to boys” said Baby-Bro, sighing deeply, “I wish she could have
seen all this. What a blue-angel she would have made!”
Baby-Cuz reached his
cousin from the back and embraced him.
“She was a very special girl. You look very
much like her” said Danny trying to comfort him.
“I do?” he smiled, while Baby-Cuz’ fingers gently removed the tears from his cheeks,
“Thank you!”, he told both.
“Let me take you to the palace, ‘He’ is waiting
for you” said Danny, leading the way.
The three boys walked in silence, as the
mention of Baby-Bro’s sister brought special memories for each of them. Danny
went back to his first sleepover at Baby-Bro’s house. Was he nervous? Not
really, more… excited. It was still difficult for him to understand if the
unexpected twist of that magic evening was something he had hoped for or had
been afraid of.
Maybe both? At any rate, no one could doubt
that that evening had been his moment of truth, the defining moment of his
existence! And as very often is the case in matters like these, it was a slight
change in the program, a tiny deviation from a consolidated pattern of habits,
which unfolded the following events like an avalanche. He remembered how he sat
in front of the computer to avoid seeing the diaper change before bed time, but
as Baby-Bro was taken for his evening bath, he ended up waiting and waiting and
eventually decided – ‘great idea!’ he thought then – to take off his clothes
and sneak into the guest’s bed, right beside the changing station! He smiled at
his own naivety – only a 10-year-old could think that that was the best
position and strategy to avoid seeing a diaper change! And as Baby-Bro and his
sister came back from the bath, he was lying in bed, almost pretending to
sleep.
“Good boy!” said his brother’s girlfriend, “You
see, Baby-Bro? Danny is in bed already, like a good boy, not making stories
like you!”
“O, I’m just tired, that’s all!” he said,
trying to rescue Baby-Bro, “At times I go to sleep later”
“You do? And what does your mommy say?” asked
the sister, putting his brother on the changing table.
“O, she’s cool” he lied.
“Mh… I’m not sure
about that…” she said, “Anyway, I’ll change Baby-Bro
so you can turn off the light and sleep, ok?”
“Ok” he answered and turned his face to the
wall.
“You don’t need to do that, you know? Baby-Bro
doesn’t mind”, she said, rubbing the towel wrapping her brother to make him
dry.
“You can watch all right, Danny!” said Baby-Bro
almost enthusiastically.
“Er… I don’t know…”
he hesitated.
“But you’re his friend,
don’t worry,” she insisted, “After all you’ve been in this room so many times
when I changed him, what difference does it make? Besides you might wanna learn in case one day I’m not here, so that you can
help him.”
“You are my friend!” said the diaper boy. Baby-Bro
looked so happy, that he didn’t want to seem rude or offend him, or make him
feel unaccepted. He sat on the bed, crossed his legs under the cover and
prepared himself for the ‘show’. And as Baby-Bro lied down and his sister
removed the towel, he really imagined himself in a theatre, the white big towel
being the curtain and the changing table the stage.
It was the first time he saw Baby-Bro naked.
Well, to be more precise, it was the first time he saw another boy naked! Baby-Bro looked just like him ‘down there’,
only… bigger. He was only inches away from that half-erect birdie. So it wasn’t
just him! It happened to Baby-Bro as well! The diaper boy and his sister
performed the ritual with even more commitment than usual, almost eager to show
to the guest how good they were in what they were doing. She opened a drawer in
the changing table and took out a pair of plastic pants and handed them to him!
“Could you hold them for a moment until
Baby-Bro’s diaper is ready?” she said with a sweet intonation of her voice. He
was so surprised that he took them in
his hands and kept them stupidly open. He had never touched anything like that
before… they were so smooth and big! He never realised how big they were when
they were on Baby-Bro. Indeed he was glad they were that big, because the lower
hanging hem covered discreetly his exploding erection the bed sheets couldn’t
hide.
In the meantime she opened two more drawers and
took out a new disposable diaper and a cloth soaker. Baby-Bro would raise his
legs to leave enough space on the table for his sister to unfold the diaper and
place the cloth soaker on it.
“Thank you!” she chirped taking back the
plastic pants. His face must have turned all tones of red, even though the girl
did not seem to notice at all his pulsating boner. She was so professional! She
slipped the plastic pants under the diaper, and then pushed with one hand
Baby-Bro’s ankles high and back, revealing his bum in every detail. With the
other hand she pushed the diaper under her brother’s loins. He could feel the
show was approaching its climax, while in the room there was total silence. As
she spread the baby cream around her brother’s bum, he widened his nostrils for
the sweet scent to inebriate him. He could not imagine something smelling nicer
than that cream! And as Baby-Bro’s butt landed on the thick bulk, he could see
how his boyhood was fully erect too. He didn’t know what facial expression was
the most appropriate for such a vision. All he knew was that his eyes were
getting bigger and bigger, devouring every photon coming from that changing
table! He couldn’t believe he had missed so many opportunities to watch what he
was watching now. He knew now that what he had felt for the boy since the first
day of their friendship was… envy! How cool it must have been going through
something like that every day, more times a day! He could see Baby-Bro’s willy jumping up and down on his
belly while being snowed with baby powder, as if saying ‘Yes! Yes! More! More!
More!’, and he could feel his own willy
too, jumping up and down below the cover, pleading for ‘More! More! More!’
And ‘More’ it was – as the girl pulled the
front hem of the magnificent diaper through the 12-year-old’s thighs, he felt
his heart jumping to his throat. Involuntarily, he had to widen his thighs too,
in the same way the boy on the table was forced to do due to the thickness of
the diaper. As a reaction, Baby-Bro joined his feet plants, and so did he. ‘Help! Help! Help!’ he imagined Baby-Bro’s boyhood shouting
while performing the last sit-ups before falling prey to the diaper. He fully
believed now that diapers could do things to boys! No wonder Baby-Bro got DSS!
He felt shivers down the spine as the tapes sealed his friend’s destiny. And
then he saw for the first time the source of the most terrible sounds of all –
the plastic pants hissing through his legs and gobbling up the whole diaper,
like a snake eating a huge egg!
“Ready!” announced triumphantly the sister,
while Baby-Bro marked his happiness by clapping his feet plants.
“It wasn’t so terrible, was it?” she asked the
astonished spectator.
“Er… no… er…” was all he could say.
“You wanna try?” she
flashed him.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! His heart
went mad, while his jaw dropped.
“Come” she said, taking his hand, while
Baby-Bro got down from the table. He was completely lost, incapable of any
reaction, and followed the girl’s pull on his hand as if it were the only
certainty in a world bereft of any reference point. His hand in her hand, he
stood up on the bed to climb to the changing table. As he laid
down he thought he would faint. All he could say, in a feeble voice, was “Don’t
tell my brother. Don’t tell my brother. Don’t tell my bro-ther!”
The three boys ended their crossing of the huge
square in front of Diaper palace. They could see an endless theory of diaper
transports flying to and fro around the highest building of the compound.
“The old man has been busy!” said Baby-Bro.
“You have no idea!” agreed Baby-Dan, “The preparation for the reconquest have
been at the centre of his work for the last ten years. There are five planets
fully covered with panakia
plantations now and four space stations producing millions of poop-eaters every
week!”
“Millions?” exclaimed Baby-Bro, “Will there be
enough?”
“Don’t worry baby!” laughed Danny, “We have two
processing plants for used diapers already, one is
that very building over there. Poop-eaters are virtually eternal – well, we
guarantee them for twenty years – and can be processed after every use almost
indefinitely, each time looking as new as their first day! Actually, we are
considering turning three of the production plants into processing ones, once
there will be enough diapers around for every happy boy on Earth and in the
colonies.”
“But how do they actually work?” asked a
fascinated Baby-Cuz, while the three were crossing
the bridge over the artificial river separating the outer ring of the palace
from the inner one.
“The poop-eaters? Well,” explained the inventor, as
he stopped for a moment on the summit of the bridge, “Imagine a nice organic
diaper and its millions of tiny panakia fibres, associate clusters of those fibres to
artificial neurons connecting to each other and sensing the wetness and the
poop, controlling the nanorobots which we’ve inserted
into the fabrics and which reproduce the behaviour of our muscle-cells …”
“You mean they are ALIVE?” said the stupefied 8-year-old,
and he could actually feel the diaper bulge adjusting all the time around his
lower trunk, constantly contracting and releasing by way of very light spasms,
like a huge, flexible muscle.
“You bet they are!” said proudly Danny, “though
they are more like cyborgs than animals – there is
quite a lot of technology in there.”
“Wow!” exclaimed Baby-Bro, “But how do they
live! I mean, on what?”
“Why do you think they are called poop-eaters? Your
nice baby pee and poop, of course!” said like chanting the diaper genius, “The
metabolism of the neurons is programmed to get the nourishment it needs from
your poop, while your pee provides the water. The muscle-nanorobots
get the energy they need from the heat of your body. Of course, the neurons
accumulate their own waste products in turn, which is why we have to reprocess
the diaper after each use, though – but this is a secret – you could actually
wear a poop-eater for days before needing a change! But we don’t want to give
up our frequent diaper changes, do we?” he added laughing.
“But how do you reprocess them?” asked
Baby-Bro.
“They soak in a physiological solution for a
few hours, to get rid of the pee and poop they didn’t assume, and of their own
waste products, of course. Then they are left hanging in a warm air stream to
dry, though they must never dry out completely or the neurons would die. And
finally they go through a scanning machine which detects broken panakia fibres, dead
nanorobots or damaged skin-polymers and replaces
them.”
“Yeah, the… skin you mentioned!” asked Baby-Cuz in a rapture which was both scientific and personal,
“How did you make it? It’s soooo
smooth!”
“I knew you’d like that. In fact, every boy
does. It’s a polymer we get from the panakia leaves. That plant was a real blessing! When oil
finished on Earth, nobody knew what to use to make plastics until someone
discovered this wonderful Gossypium shrub, remotely
related to our cotton, on Windelius-IV. The first thing
we began to use were the leaves to get the plastics,
as a matter of fact. It was only weeks later, when the plants exploded into
huge white fluffy blossoms that we realised they would make also for perfect
diaper fabrics too!”
“But we know this already” said Baby-Bro, “I
think what my cousin wants to know is what is so special about the polymers you
use to make the plastics of the poop-eaters…”
“Quite right, of course” replied Danny, “I can
get carried away easily when I talk about panakia! Now, the polymers we use
for the poop-eaters’ skin are the same good polymers we knew already, only
improved through the latest nanotechnology! We can actually build them into endless
chains of macro-molecules, make them fold at certain
precise places along the chain, so that they form a perfectly homogenous,
elastic surface. That’s why they are so smooth and soft, though the layer is
actually thicker than in the traditional plastic pants! And, what is more, gases
can pass through them, while there is no chance that a single H2O
water molecule ever will, because their ionised structure works as a huge grid
of magnets for the positive charged hydrogen atoms! Not a single boy has
suffered diaper rashes here on Diaper world since the launch of the
poop-eaters! Besides, their light electrical charge also explains the capacity
of their hems to stick on each other without solution of continuity. One cannot
actually see where one hem begins and the other ends once the diaper is sealed
on you! And all this with no need of tapes nor buttons.”
“That’s impressive, boy!”, said Baby-Bro,
caressing the manifold plies of the smooth diaper-skin – it actually looked
like a pair of pull-on plastic pants, but so much sturdier and softer at the
same time!
“Yeah!”, agreed Baby-Cuz.
“Have you actually pooped in them already?”
asked Danny with a smile.
“I don’t know! Have you, Baby-Bro?” said the
8-year-old who couldn’t tell whether his own diaper was pooped or not!
“Neither do I!”, said
a bewildered 12-year-old.
The two boys kept palpating their diapered
butts to find out whether there was poop or not.
“Let me show you a trick…” said Danny and he
gave five vigorous pats to each boy, right behind their anuses. The boys stood
silent for a few moments, feeling the diapers becoming tighter and tighter,
while a tingling pressure grew steadily on their sphincters …
“This can’t be happening!” exclaimed Baby-Bro.
“You are so sick, Danny” shrieked Baby-Cuz before laughing his head off.
The boys felt the inner layer of their diapers
sticking around their anuses, while the diaper bulge underneath was pulsating,
making the sphincter muscles yield to the pressure and open wide. “Geez!” shrieked Baby-Bro, as the diaper fabrics formed a
vacuum right in front of his anus, sucking the poop out of his rectum, “It’s
sucking out my poop!”. Baby-Cuz
stopped laughing, he never felt anything like that – it was terrifying and
gorgeous at the same time! They could feel the inner layer of their diapers
opening in the middle and leading the poop into the depth of the fabrics
through powerful spasms, imitating the peristaltic jolts of the intestine. It
was like having a mouth gobbling up the poop right behind your ass!
“Now, this
is why you call them poop-eaters!” shouted Baby-Bro re-emerging from the most
incredible experience of his not short existence, “Let Baby-Sir have’em on and he won’t give a
damn about girls for the rest of his life!”
“Baby-Dan, I don’t know if you’re the greatest
genius or the greatest pervert of all times!” said Baby-Cuz
laughing.
“Make sure no girl will ever try them! Not even
baby girls! The whole system would collapse!” said Baby-Bro, genuinely worried
about the consequences of girls going through the same kind of delirious diaper
pleasure he had the minute before.
“Don’t worry, these diapers are for boys only
and only for 3-year-olds or older – forcing like that the excretory
physiological mechanism of a newborn or a toddler could be dangerous. You have
to go now, Didee is waiting…”
“Will you wait for us?” asked Baby-Cuz.
“No, I got to inspect the processing plant. But
why don’t you come to stay with Ethan and me while you are in
“Deal!!” shouted the cousins.
“See you at dinner, then!” said Danny, before
descending the bridge in the opposite direction taken by the other two boys.
The Night of the
Living Diapers
As the two cousins entered the inner section of
Diaper palace, more and more boys and girls recognised them for whom they were.
“Baby-Broooo!” “Baby-Cuz!” they heard more and more, and tens of boys and girls
would wave their hands, some of them would even approach them for an autograph
or just to express their happiness for seeing them in the palace. What a nice
feeling being recognised again after the restoring anonymity they enjoyed
earlier! They really nourished warm feelings for those young admirers, ready to
join them in the reconquest of Earth. They were
trying to picture in their minds which of those boys would become their
lieutenants in that glorious adventure. “That one’s cuuuute!”
said Baby-Bro. “You need them to be able to do things, not just sit in your lap
and suck your thumb!” reproached him Baby-Cuz, who
after many decades had finally managed to overcome his jealousy for the boys
Baby-Bro chased and turn it into humour, “What will you do when you find out
that in the most difficult moment, your ‘cutie’ turns out to be completely
frightened by a ruthless toilet-dealer and all he can do is to fill his diaper
with the runs?” “O, I wouldn’t mind!” he joked, getting a spank on his puffy
butt by a mad Baby-Cuz. “Hey, hey!”
Baby-Bro laughed, “stop or you’ll make the diaper suck
more poop out of me!”
The dome in the most inner court of the palace had
the shape of – you would never guess! – a huge diaper
with the empty leg openings facing upwards. “One can’t say Didee’s
architects were eager to show any originality!” said ironically Baby-Bro. “I
don’t find it that bad!” said his cousin, “As a matter of fact I quite like it!”. “I’m not saying it’s bad, just
pretty obvious!” replied the 12-year-old. “Have you ever seen the lights coming
out of the leg openings at night?” said the kid, “They are cool! They alternate
between yellow, white and brown, to symbolise the boy products Didee is so fond of!” “A brown light?!” said Baby-bro in disbelief, “Whoever heard of
something like that!”. “I swear! You’ll see!”, said his enthusiastic cousin.
Entering the dome was the less pleasant part,
at least for Baby-Bro, who had such bad memories with the procedure. As there
were no doors nor gates, they had to push themselves
through the plastics of the gigantic diaper. “O, couldn’t we ask Cirroc to beam us in there, instead of going through this!”
whined the twelve-year-old. “You know it doesn’t work like that. Be a good boy
now!” said his cousin, who took his hand to encourage him, “I am right here
with you!”
Resigned, Baby-Bro took a long breath and
followed his cousin. Both boys started to push their way into the dome soft plastics,
for what seemed ages to Baby-Bro, until they ended up in the inner side, where
they tumbled down along a fluffy slope leading them exactly at the centre of
the cavity below the top dome and reproducing a huge empty diaper with the leg
openings facing downwards. And as in his first revealing dream two hundred
years earlier, both he and his cousin found themselves
naked at the presence of Didee, though to define what
Didee’s ‘presence’ meant was something difficult to
explain with words.
First, because Didee
was everywhere, in a certain sense – in the mind of every boy wearing a diaper
(and even of those who didn’t!), in the head of every mom or woman changing a
baby or an older boy, and, of course!, in every
diaper, as all children knew. Little boys and little girls between two and six,
i.e. preoperational thinking children in Piaget’s terminology, live in fact in
a world populated by living things, pretty much like people of ancient
civilisations before the advent of polytheism or monotheism. After all, it is
not unusual even for an adult to curse his computer or her car because it’s not
working! So of course Didee was in every diaper! and all diapers of the world were in communication,
exchanging messages, comparing their boys – ‘My boy has a beautiful pee-pee!’
‘Mine makes the strongest poop!’ ‘Mine is a real peeing champion!’, billions of diapers proudly gossiping about their boys!
And Didee, well, he was the sum of all those diapers,
a form of superior collective intelligence emerging from the endless choir of
all those voices whose breath smelled like pee and poop.
Second, because thanks to Baby-Bro,
Baby-Cuz and the other diaper boys, Didee had managed to expand his thinking capacities by
orders of magnitude, supported by vast networks of computers hosting his
thoughts in the form of programs running on them. The bulk – no pun intended! – of those computers was of course on Diaper world itself. So Didee now really was a superior entity, almost a god, whose
thinking patterns and powers were no longer easy, if not utterly impossible, to
grasp for the boys, especially for those who had not been around as long as
Baby-Bro and Baby-Cuz.
But even for the two cousins Didee was now difficult to understand. Baby-Bro had had
more and more difficulties in conversing with Didee
as he used to do in his very early days and he eventually stopped even trying
to engage in a conversation with him. He missed those talks so much,
particularly now that he was considered to be, by everybody, Didee’s voice in the world. Wasn’t that ironic? Not that Didee wasn’t aware of all this, but he knew that in the
boy’s best interest it was better to have few official occasions, like the
present one, to communicate and exchange clear messages, rather than overload the
eternally pre-teen mind of the boy. And after all, the two did not need spoken
language to express their reciprocal love!
What was interesting,
was the fact that Didee would choose a different way
to appear before Baby-Bro each time they met during those official occasions,
either to accommodate to the boy’s ability of understanding or to make his
message more clear. One time it could have been through a keyboard and a
screen, another time he would take the appearance of Cirroc
or Ethan, or his sister! More often, however, Didee
would choose the appearance of Baby-Cuz, the boy who
had never worn underwear nor peed in anything else than a diaper, which was
also the reason explaining why the 8-year-old was the only one allowed to
accompany Baby-Bro in his visits to the dome. Baby-Cuz
knew Didee used his appearance – because Baby-Bro
would tell him later – and was so proud of it! As a matter of fact, both
cousins were the heroes of billions of boys on Earth, where they were
affectionately referred to as the ‘diapered twenty’ because of the sum of their
ages, and in the colonies, where some people would even make statues portraying
them cuddling each other and worship them! Baby-Bro did not condone such
extreme practices, but he did not really know how to eradicate them without
turning those people against him, his cousin or even Didee.
Have you missed me?
He was lying on his bed on Earth two hundred
years ago! Before the DSS! He had just pooped for the first time in his thick
night diaper and was watching the magnificent bulk on his crotch.
“Didee! I am so glad to be here! And how
nice of you to choose this moment of my life! We… we were so… so close then!”
he said, almost on the brink of crying.
Aren’t we close
anymore? You’ve been wearing me for two hundred years…
“That’s not what I meant, you know that. I miss
our talks so much!”
Suddenly he found himself sucking the sweet tip
of Baby-Sir’s ‘paci’, he
could feel his beautiful hand caressing his hair…
You know I love you… said Didee
with Cirroc’s voice.
“I know” he said raising his face from
Baby-Sir’s dark, soft tummy, “but I don’t feel you are with me like you were at
that time!”
You don’t? said ‘his
sister’ changing him the night of his first orgasm.
“No!” he said, almost sulking.
Can’t you see? said ‘his
cousin’ caressing his diapered erection.
“What!” he said.
I’m in all this! said
‘Ethan’ taking him in his arms and kissing him on the lips.
“What do you mean?” he said, exasperated by Didee’s riddles.
It means, like two
hundred years ago, I’m much more than you think…
He was back in his bed of the bedwetting days.
“I know you’ve changed a lot! You are too
difficult for me to understand now!”
But what I’m now is
not different from what I was, it’s only… more!
“So what ARE you now?” said the boy, annoyed
beyond any limit.
Don’t you get it? I’m
LOVE! shouted the Diaper.
“O… why didn’t you say so right at the
beginning!” said the boy in an amazing recovery of his sense of humour.
That’s my baby boy! laughed Didee.
“So,” said Baby-Bro in a serious tone, “How are
we going to take the Earth back?”
You know about my two
recent gifts to all the boys of the world… the rest will follow…
“Which gifts? The pee-maker
and the poop-eater? I thought it was Baby-Brain and Danny who made
them…”
Do you remember? My
name is your name…
said ‘Ethan’ and ‘Danny’ in unison.
“O, I get it!” said Baby-Bro, understanding what
Didee meant. “Didee?” he
asked.
Yes…
“What if the fight gets really tough? I mean,
will we have to… kill people?”
Did you need to do
that when you turned all the boys into babies the first time?
“No… but now is so different! I mean, you
should see those toilet-dealers! They are very, very nasty pieces of work!”
Don’t you think I
know? But blood and diapers don’t belong together. Pee?
Yes! Poop? Of course! Boy juice? With pleasure! But… blood? Never, never, never!
You only reap what you have sown. Don’t take that road – it will only bring
disgrace on both of us, on everybody! Use your imagination, your sense of
humour! You are such a charming baby boy, who could resist you?
“O-kay” said Baby-Bro
using his unbeatable ‘good-boy’ voice.
See what I mean? Go,
now. You have a great endeavour ahead of you – restore happiness for all the
boys and the girls of the Earth. Love and you’ll be loved.
“Is a baby waking up on my sofa?” said a
stunning 24-year-old youth.
“Ethan!” said Baby-Bro, “But I was in the dome
and…”
“‘Was’ is the correct tense!” joked Baby-Cuz, “You fainted. I had to take you out from there! Would
you believe it? All by myself!”, he said like the little
proud boy he was.
“Yeah, your little cousin here has quite some
muscles!” said Danny, tickling Baby-Cuz until he fell
on the carpet pleading mercy.
“How are you?” asked Ethan caressing his hair.
O, Ethan, Ethan, Ethan! Did someone award his parents with the Nobel prize for making such a beautiful boy? Tall as Cirroc,
“I’m all right, now!” said an adoring Baby-Bro,
“O, Ethan! How long has it been?”
“Does it really matter?” replied the cheeky
youth, quickly raising his eyebrows a couple of times, in a way he knew to be
the top of his seductive crafts, “After all, we’ve got eternity ahead of us!”
“O, you know what I mean!” said Baby-Bro in his
complaining childish tone. He was so in love with Ethan, that whenever he saw
him he couldn’t believe he had managed to be without his company for such a
long time. O, he loved Baby-Cuz and Cirroc immensely, but Ethan stroke a chord none of the
other two could – not only was he the most direct link to the memory of his
sister, he was also the first big boy of his life, a big beautiful boy taking
interest in him even if he wore diapers (or maybe… because of that?), he was
his hero! Had he not chosen to stay a 12-year-old forever, he would have
definitely opted to be someone like Ethan – strong, independent, free!
On top of that, and what was even more, he knew
Ethan loved him too – he had worn his ‘first’ diaper at age 22 for him! And
joined him in the enterprise to be with him, forever! Despite knowing his
girlfriend would not be able to follow him… Maybe the common sense of guilt
they both felt toward his sister was what made their love for each other so
strong, unbreakable, almighty! And then they shared a
terrifying secret…
“Uh, oh… I got the feeling someone is going to
propose we exchange night partners tonight…” whispered Danny to Baby-Cuz.
“O, I don’t mind!” said Baby Cuz, lighting up his face. That amazing little kid was so
wise to know when it was best to let his cousin sleep with someone else. He
knew Ethan made Baby-Bro feel very safe and protected and he knew that was
exactly what his cousin needed before plunging into the reconquest
of Earth. Besides he liked Ethan too (who wouldn’t?), and Danny! He was looking
forward already to his night with the 16-year-old genius who invented the
poop-eater! He had so many questions left to ask! And were there other tricks
like the five strong pats on the butty?
The four boys dined on the terrace of the two
brothers, which offered the most magnificent view on the Boypee,
the crystal-clear river cutting Diaper city in two parts. The origin of the
river’s name was actually quite disputed – there were those who said it came
from the fact that the first settlers used to rinse their diapers in it, while
others said it came from the rumbling sound of its numerous rafts and falls which
could turn any continent boy into a hopeless wetter in a matter of hours!
“When is the Boypee
Festival falling this year?” asked Baby-Bro.
“You couldn’t see them because you were
unconscious when you got here, but there are actually four diapers hanging at
the door…” said Ethan, “It’s in four days!”
“Wow! You said four diapers, you mean you
counted Cuz and I in?” asked
the elated 12-year-old.
“Yep”, said Danny, “and you better go kiss them
diapers right now!”
Baby-Bro left the table to kiss the hanging
diapers, as the custom of Diaper world demanded during the week before and
after the festival. It was the way in which the boys celebrated their being
part of the community and their common submission to Didee.
On the day of the festival one could see thousands of diapered boys of all ages
running into the river and splashing each other for hours on end. They had to
wear the diaper hanging on the door and it had to be worn inside out for their
pee to flow in the river, while the water of the river, mixed with the pees of
all the boys, would soak their diapers fabrics. The same diaper, once soaked, had
to hang at the door for another week, to be kissed by everyone living in the
house or paying a visit.
As Baby-Bro came back to the terrace, the light
show from the diaper dome had just started. He couldn’t believe his eyes when
he actually saw brown lights too! “I told you!” said triumphantly his little
cousin.
“Shall I call the blue-angels before we go to
bed?” asked Danny at the end of the evening.
“Mh… I don’t know”
said Baby-Bro, who had other plans, “After all these weeks wearing only
replicated diapers, I’d really like to keep this one on till the morning…”
“Yeah!” exclaimed Baby-Cuz,
“I wanna see how much it can take too!”
“All right then, let’s go to beddy” said Ethan and with a cheek smile to Danny he added
“Each brother takes the cousin half his age in his arms.”
“That’s so… witty!” exclaimed Baby-Cuz.
“Yeah, yeah” said Danny taking the little kid
in his arms. He might have given the impression he followed his brother’s
instructions just to please him, but in reality he was as eager as the
8-year-old to spend the night together – kids of that age made wonderful
scientists, they were so curious, thirsty of knowledge and great, great fun to
be with – it was impossible to resist their contagious love for life!
The two cousins looked like little monkeys with
their legs wrapped around the brother’s waists and their arms around their
necks. O, one could tell they loved it! Feeling one strong
arm behind their back and the other one supporting their diapered butts.
Nothing, nothing bad could happen to them up there! They both kissed their big
heroes on their cheeks, while their diapered crotches seemed to do the same to
their white partners taking care of the big boys. Male bonding! Was that how
they called it? At any rate, it was great! A boys’ thing! Like diapers!
“Nightie night!” said
Ethan before entering his room with Baby-Bro.
“Good night, Danny! Good night, Baby Cuzzy!” said Baby-Bro with the toddler voice he got
whenever in Ethan’s arms.
“Good night, boys” said Danny.
“Good night, boys!” said Baby-Cuz imitating his hero.
Ethan and Baby-Bro lied in bed,
chuckling at Baby-Cuz’ endless high-pitched
chattering coming from the other room. The little boy was tormenting poor Danny with
hundreds of questions and comments! He was so sweet though, and they could hear
Danny’s beautiful, deep voice patiently lulling the kid into sleep, answering
all his questions, praising him for his comments. Baby-Bro was so glad Ethan
had a brother who could take care of his little cousin like that – he didn’t
feel any sense of guilt at all for not sleeping with him when Danny was around.
And the 16-year-old had a gift for little kids matched only by his
mind-boggling talent in diaper engineering. It was no coincidence, of course –
in a sense, in both fields, he knew exactly what little boys liked and wanted,
and was able to give it to them.
Eventually all chattering ceased, and Ethan and
Baby-Bro felt now freer in their intimacy. The blue-eyed hero started, as
usual, by exploring the boy’s face with his finger, caressing his eyebrows, his
nose and lips with a tenderness one would have never suspected in such a strong
young man – he could have ripped books in a second with those big hands! But
there he was, handling his baby with infinite delicacy.
“Are you my little monkey?” he said in the
lowest possible voice, and kissed him on his forehead.
Baby-Bro nodded like a really little boy and nestled
his head even deeper on Ethan’s shoulder.
“Are you my little puppy?” said Ethan, kissing
his cheek.
The boy nodded even stronger, melting on the athlete’s
chest.
“Are you my little baby?” said the 24-year-old
kissing him on his lips. And the boy replied by moving his body on top of
Ethan, letting his weight drop on the youth, feeling his chest below his own,
his diaper on his flat tummy, his thighs on Ethan’s diaper…
For a while they exchanged quick kisses on the
lips, until Ethan turned on his side, making the boy end up with his back on
the bed. Baby-Bro opened his mouth like a little chick waiting for his mom to
pour food in his beak. And Ethan’s tongue landed in his mouth, exploring it,
filling it, feeding the yearning boy, whose entire being was depending on that
very tongue. It was only when Ethan raised his head, that Baby-Bro became aware
of his hero’s hand tickling the inner side of his thighs and patting his
diapered crotch. He lied like that for a minute, widening his thighs, letting
his folded arms lying at his sides, the palms of his hands facing up, at the
height of his shoulder, offering his whole body to Ethan, like his dog used to
do with him.
And then he became aware of the most bizarre
effect of Ethan’s massage on his wet diaper! It was as if his erection had
pierced through the inner layer of the diaper and was now fully surrounded by
the fabrics. Could that be? And the fabrics was now
producing waves of pressure from the tip of his boyhood toward the base of the
shaft! It was so wet! It really felt like that changing girl who took it in her
mouth a long time ago!
He started laughing.
“What’s up?” said Ethan with a smile.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“This diaper… SUCKS!” said the witty boy,
chuckling, “Your brother is something! How does he come up with things like these!”
“He is only doing what we all do” said Ethan
with a mysterious smile, “following the path Didee
has laid ahead of us…”.
But Baby-Bro was in no condition to be witty
anymore. He could feel a nice tingle slowly building up, while Ethan grabbed
his ankles and pulled them up and back and surprised him with… five super-strong
spanks on his butt!
“Ethan!” he said, “Why did you… ah… ah… aah…”
Baby-Bro started moaning, at first languidly,
as if experiencing a well known pleasure with the intensity of the very first
time. But then the moaning sounded more and more ambiguous, almost alien. ‘Does
he like that or what?’ wondered Ethan, until the moaning turned gradually to a
very uncomfortable squealing. “Hush! Hush! Baby! That’s not nice what you are
doing there. If it’s a game, you should stop it right now! Hush!” said a
worried 24-year-old. But the boy began instead to jerk restlessly on the bed.
He seemed so in pain now, that Ethan got frightened.
“Baby? Baby! What is it? I’m here, I’m
here!” trying to hush the boy gone berserk. He had to mount on the boy’s belly
and hold both his wrists with one hand and cover his mouth with the other. But
as the unsympathetic diaper proceeded with its outrageous double rape, all one
could hear were the boy’s suffocated moans growing louder and louder:
“Mh… mh… mhh…. MHHH… MMMHHHH!!!”
The boy juice and the poop flowed out at exactly
the same time, sucked into the depths of Danny’s creature gone out of control.
“Geez, Ethan!” said
Danny entering the room, “You gotta be careful with
the poop-eaters, they are not like the other diapers!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” said the terrorised
24-year-old, “Baby-Bro! Baby! Answer me! Answer me!” He patted the cheeks of
the unconscious boy, first lightly, then stronger and stronger, and then shook
his shoulders.
“Baby-Bro?” said the voice of the little cousin
at the doorstep, “Baby-Bro?”
“It’s alright, Baby-Cuz”
said Danny, “Your cousin has only fainted. Ethan and I are going to take care
of him. Go back to bed”
“What happened?” said the scared kid, refusing
to leave the scene and approaching the bed instead, “Baby-Bro? Baby-Broo!”
“Baby-Brooo! Wah!”, cried the little boy embracing his cousin on the bed,
“Baby-Broo! Ba-by-Brooooo!”
“I…. I’m… alright, Cuzzy…”
said feebly the 12-year-old, “I just… fainted”
“You certainly scared the shit out of us, boy!”
said Danny with a sigh of relief.
“You’ll never appreciate the meaning of what
you’ve just said the way I do…” replied the old witty diaper revolution leader.
“Are you ok, now? You should get out of that
diaper, I’m gonna call the angels” said Danny.
“No, no, leave it. I’m fine. Really” said
Baby-Bro, “Go back to sleep, no need to worry about me”
“You sure?” asked Danny.
“I’ll stay with you, Baby-Bro!” said his
cousin.
“No, Cuzzy, you go
right to bed with Danny, Ethan is here with me”
“Let’s go, Baby-Cuz,
I think your cousin is going to be fine” said Danny leading the little boy out
of the room.
Ethan was shattered. He had not said a word
since he had tried to reanimate Baby-Bro. He felt so guilty and ashamed, he
couldn’t forgive himself. He went back to bed and approached his baby with extreme
care, as if fearing to break him just by being near him. He finally found the
courage to utter a few words:
“O, Baby!, I’m so
sorry, I didn’t know it could go like that! Are you really ok now?”
“Don’t ever do that with an older boy” said
Baby-Bro, half jokingly, half serious, “He might get a heart-attack!”
Ethan burst out crying, taking the boy in his
arms, lulling him. Geez! Baby-Bro hadn’t seen him
like that since his sister’s death! “I thought I’d killed you! I thought I’d
killed you!” sobbed the young man. How funny it was to see a big boy behaving
like that! He looked so vulnerable, so defenceless! He could imagine him like a
bigger version of Cuzzy, with a deep voice, muscles,
and all that, but nevertheless… a baby needing protection. A
big, big baby wearing a big, big diaper.
“No… no…” comforted him Baby-Bro, “Maybe the
diaper tried to kill me. But he has given me two-hundred great, great baby-boy
years, two hundred years with you, Cuzzy and Cirroc. How could I ever feel scared or ungrateful, if one
day he eventually decides to take my life back?”
Ethan was shocked by the boy’s wisdom. He was
really sharing his bed with the leader of the revolution now! And he had this
funny feeling, like he had always known that the 12-year-old he meet two centuries
before was destined to great things. He felt the hand of the boy wiping his
tears off his cheeks. Baby-Bro looked at him in the eyes, with a smile so
reassuring, so soothing, that for the first time in his life Ethan felt like
wanting to be babied by him! He rested his head on the boy’s chest, while
making himself smaller, folding his legs and arms, nestling to the side of the
boy’s body. Nothing, nothing was more believable than the tenderness with which
Baby-Bro kissed lightly his forehead and caressed his hair – he was his baby’s
baby!
“Shall we go to sleep?” whispered lightly Baby-Bro,
waking up Ethan from his baby trance.
“Why…” said the youth coming up with an idea,
“don’t we share a baby bottle first?”
“Why don’t you change my diaper first?” replied
Baby-Bro.
“Ho, ho!” said Ethan teasing him, “Is the
revolution leader really willing to break the rules and let a boy change his
diaper?”
“You are the only one, you know that” said
Baby-Bro on the defensive.
Ethan was back to his hero-status again, his
trunk towering over the lying boy, his hand caressing his head.
“And what about…” said the athletic beauty,
“you changing me after?”
“Are you crazy?” whispered Baby-Bro frightened,
“Didee would never condone something like that! It
would be a public scandal already if people found out I got changed by a boy,
but if they knew I changed another boy… they’d smash the statues of their
leader in a second, offering the toilet-mafia their greatest chance ever to
burn all diapers in a huge bonfire! Just because you got granted by Didee your bizarre wish to change boys it doesn’t mean you
can hope for the same treatment for yourself! Besides, I hope you are keeping
your changing boys very, very secret, because that was the condition for you to
be able to do that!”
“Easy baby, eeeeeasy!”
said a frightened Ethan, “It’s only you and me in here, no one can see…”
“Didee can…” said
Baby-Bro. He was really scared by the subject, though he knew very well that
there was quite a few of boys out there changing each other’s diapers. ‘Dia-pervs’. That’s what they were
called. A rarely uttered word, expressing the community’s most horrified
disgust for such an unspeakable vice, only matched by that of the ‘Dia-girls’, i.e. the changing girls who stole diapers from
their work place to wear them at home! Not that there weren’t girls allowed to
wear diapers, but it was only for strictly, genuine medical reasons and usually
they would be kept in separated little communities of women only. No boy was
allowed to speak about them, let alone see them!
“I dreamt of Didee
last night…” said Ethan, “You wanna know what he told
me? You wanna know?”
“What!” said Baby-Bro, completely uncomfortable
with the way his night with Ethan was evolving.
“He said…” whispered Ethan, almost trembling,
“He said… he was… love!”
“So what!” exclaimed Baby-Bro, hiding his
surprise for hearing the same words Didee told him in
the dome.
“But if he is love” continued Ethan with
passion, “if diapers are love, indeed the greatest form of love, because that’s
how a mom expresses her infinite love for her child at the very beginning of
their love story, why should it be wrong for a boy in love with another boy to
be wanting to use exactly the same way to express love? Isn’t taking care of a
boy like a baby the greatest form of love? Isn’t being taken care of like a
baby the greatest proof that someone loves you? So why should it be wrong for
two boys loving one another like that?”
“Ho! Ho! Someone here is thinking he knows what
Didee means better than I do, isn’t he?” sneered the
12-year-old, “So why don’t you try getting into the dome? Huh? Why? Huh? Go
right ahead, please! Ha, ha, ha! They’d find you choked in the outer plastics
the following morning!”
Ethan looked at him. Two blue eyes staring at
him… Though more to show what lied behind their blue than to
scan the arrogant 12-year-old’s conscience. Nevertheless, Baby-Bro knew
he had hurt him. Deeply. How could he do something so
unnecessary, so mean to him! Was that
the way he ‘loved’ his big boy? And he thought he knew the meaning of Didee’s words better that Ethan? What a joke!
“E… E-than…” he blushed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean it like that…”
Ethan was lying on his side now, and all
Baby-Bro could see of him were his broad shoulders, his nape and hair.
“I’m really, really sorry Ethan! Talk to me!”
he cried, “This whole boys-changing-boys thing makes me so nervous! I don’t
think the world is ready for that yet!”
“Are you?” flashed him Ethan, now staring at
him again, “I changed your diapers so many times, why won’t you do the same for
me once?”
Baby-Bro looked away. He was so confused! He
didn’t know what to say! ‘Didee where are you? What
am I supposed to do!’ he shouted in his mind. Beliefs are a strange thing: You never
really know which ones you have until you ask questions about them… And a sort
of cross-interrogation, including hearing of witnesses and exhibition of pieces
of evidence, began to unfold in the boy’s mind.
‘One boy loving another boy like a
mom loving her child?’
‘Is that what he feels for me?’
‘Why would I feel so bad if I was right?’
I’m in all this! repeated Didee-Ethan in the dome.
‘Why would Didee
choose Ethan’s appearance if…’.
Love and you’ll be
loved!
A piercing pain crossed his heart. He realised
fully how wrong he had been, but that was nothing compared to the excruciating
awareness of the wrong he had done to the big boy who – he was certain of that
now – loved him so much! Sooo much! Tears began to
flow as he felt that Ethan had not ceased to love him, not even after the
horrible things he told him! His blue eyes were not condemning him – they just
wanted him to understand, to realise what he had done… And the growing wailing
that had been looking for a way out in the last minutes finally reached his
mouth. An abandoned baby crying for his mom sat in the middle of the bed. The
oldest cry of the world, inconsolable, the most naked exposition of the human
theme of loneliness, the cry every human being recognises as his own, the only
cry for help no human being worthy of this name leaves unattended, the cry a
mother hears from the other side of the planet.
Ethan turned on his back and as the baby felt a
rescuing hand on his back, he collapsed onto the youth’s tummy, wetting his
skin with tears. Millennia of civilisation. Thoughts, pictures, music, books, computers. And yet none of
these things works the soothing miracle of another human body in touch with
your own. My God! Why is that?
A handkerchief appeared out of nowhere on his
nose and he blew, his wailing giving way to long intermittent donkey-like sobs
– E…than… E…than… E…than… Was it just an impression? What is just difficult
breathing or was he trying to say something? A tiny bit of wailing got back
into the sobbing to help the boy say what he wanted:
“E-than, will… youu… will
you… let me change your diapeeeeeer?”
And with a jolt the big boy dragged him to his
face and said: “Of course, of course, of course, Baby!”,
gently pushing the head of the boy on his shoulder, cuddling him, lulling him,
covering him with kisses. Both boys wept like babies, holding each other,
tighter and tighter. It took a while for the two to calm down and to realize
that their renewed love needed the most important confirmation by way of two
reciprocal actions which had to take place with no further delay.
“Where do you keep them?” he asked Ethan.
“In that drawer, over there!” answered the
happy beauty pointing his finger.
The 12-year-old got out of the bed and went to
the drawer. As he opened it, he exclaimed:
“These are for really big babies! Are you sure you have one for me too?”
“Open the drawer underneath that one” said
Ethan.
“Size 9!” rejoiced Baby-Bro.
“I had Danny bringing them from the production
unit especially for you!” said the youth, as if speaking to a little boy opening
his gift for Christmas. Actually, diapers were not that easily accessible to
boys. Ethan would have been able to practice his boy changing with extreme
difficulties, had he not had the unbelievable luck of being the brother of the
poop-eaters designer. Dia-pervs would usually take
all sorts of risks and recur to the services of very dubious people – quite
often even toilet-dealers! – in order to get the
diapers to put on their loving playmates.
Baby-Bro took one size 9 and one of Ethan’s
diapers and went beck to bed. He could feel in his hands the two white, smooth
packets coming to life. “Poop-eaters?” he asked. “Only the best!” said a very
proud Ethan. He dropped the goodies on the bed and stood on his knees between
Ethan’s wide open legs.
“So, what do I do?” he asked.
“Place your finger between the diaper and my
waist and run it back and forth a few times” said Ethan. Baby-Bro followed the
instruction and after a while he saw the hems of the diaper becoming visible.
“Cool!” he exclaimed, and proceeded to lift the
lateral hems pushing them to the sides. He then took with both hands the
central hem and pulled it toward himself, revealing Ethan’s fully erected
beauty-beast. The youth was obviously shaving his body hair, as not only was he
glabrous on his legs, trunk and armpits, but even his
crotch looked very much like that of a pre-teen boy, only… bigger.
“Do you have wipes?” he asked his host.
“You don’t really need them with the
poop-eaters” said Ethan, “The pee and poop get sucked in very quickly and there
is air flowing through the diaper all the time.”
“Really?” said the boy in disbelief.
“Feel it!” challenged him the youth, taking his
hand toward his naked crotch.
“Cool!” said once more Baby-Bro touching
Ethan’s skin, balls and naughty boy. Perfectly dry! But was it smelly? He
approached his nose, sniffing like a beagle all over Ethan’s diaper area. It
all smelled like… Ethan! The natural scent he knew so well and was so fond of!
Ethan lifted up his legs, to expose his butt to
the curious boy, while almost hitting his eye with his boner. “Hey!” chuckled
Baby-Bro, “That’s gross!”
“And sniffing me up like that isn’t?” laughed
the 24-year-old.
“I am conducting some serious scientific
research here!” complained jokingly the boy, proceeding to smell the youth’s
bum. Still all Ethan’s smell! He couldn’t believe it and took the used diaper
and passed all its inner surface under his inquisitive
nostrils. Now, there you could smell pee and poop, but so lightly! Danny was
not lying when he said poop-eaters could be worn for days. He threw the diaper
off the bed and took the new one and proceeded to open it. He hadn’t done that
for at least one and a half century, since the time he would still diaper
personally the most recalcitrant little boys! Though poop-eaters proved to be
different even in that, as after two seconds he touched them they opened by
themselves! He turned around, looking at the floor, where a motion caught his
attention, and saw the used diaper folding itself!
“I’m telling you” he said to an amused Ethan, “Them diapers are scary, man! Are they gonna
sneak under you as well?”
“Ha! Ha!” laughed the youth, “You should
suggest it to Danny! No, no, they don’t walk, but look what happens when you
put them under my bum…”
And as Baby-Bro slipped the diaper under
Ethan’s firm buttocks and these landed on the fluffy surface below, the front
hem raised on its own until it fell on the youth’s tummy, soon followed by the
lateral hems, sealing the big happy boy into his baby heaven.
“Bligh me!” said Baby-Bro, “Haven’t the
blue-angels staged a protest or a strike yet? These things might leave them
without job pretty soon!”
“You are so… you!” laughed Ethan, “But…” he
added with a serious voice, “think how this could make it easier for people to accept
the idea of boys changing each other…”
“Mhh…” said the
12-year-old, “May-beee… but let’s keep it only for us
for the time being. Ok? We’ve got a planet to claim back first.”
“Yes-sir!” saluted him Ethan, “Your turn, now!”
And after Ethan had put a new poop-eater on his
baby, both boys shared a restoring baby bottle, alternating their sucks of the
teat, and abandoned themselves to the sweetest sleep they had had for years.