The Search for Models

Part 1- Trip

	It was still twenty minutes until 11 AM when the first modeling 
candidate walked through my door accompanied by his mom. They were 
early, but I was ready for them anyway. Truthfully, I was ready for 
such an interview my whole life it seemed. At first glance I could tell 
that this boy stood a pretty good chance at landing the modeling job 
based on his physical appearance. He looked to be about eleven or 
twelve years old. The age range we are looking for is nine to fifteen 
years old and this puts him somewhere near the middle if my guess is 
correct. As a major bonus, the boy is a blondie. Blonde boys for some 
reason just tend to look cuter in diapers than boys with other hair 
colors. Of course having said that, no hair color looks bad on a boy of 
his age, even if they do something crazy and dyes it emerald green. His 
build slightly leaned toward the skinny side of average but not by 
much. His muscles were not developed and were mostly comprised of baby 
fat. The boy's height looked to be 4 foot 6 inches. Both the parent and 
child were nicely dressed. The boy was more casual with his beige 
colored cargo pants and solid navy blue dress shirt.
	The interview was to be extensive. The first part was to explain 
about this new branch of product line that was being introduced by 
Pampers to the modeling candidate and their guardian. Then, it was my 
job to explain the type of advertising he would be used in and the 
financial rewards if he would be selected. The second part would 
persist of a question-and-answer interview to make sure the boy could 
handle any negativity that might result from being a new generation 
Pampers kid. The final part would be a diaper shoot where the kid would 
be photographed in exposed Dipes. The new brand name of this special 
diaper that was being produced by Pampers was given the name "Dipes."
	The first part was fairly redundant. I couldn't offer any new 
information that was not already in the packet that was sent to these 
interested candidates. Just a few clarifications and that was it. The 
boy was to get a one thousand dollar savings bond and a lifetime supply 
of Dipes even if he didn't get selected to be a model. Since no 
surprises had occurred and they had not bolted out the door it was now 
time to get to know them on a more personal level. His name was Trip 
and he revealed that he had come across our search for models on a post 
in the DPF Teen Forum. He had been a lifetime bedwetter and had just 
turned eleven two months earlier. I asked his mom if he was embarrassed 
about having to wear diapers at night she revealed that he actually 
looked forward to bedtime so he could be diapered.
	"Does he wear them in the day any?" I asked. Trip joyfully chimed 
in that he does from time to time on special occasions. I smiled. It 
was so kewl that Trip obviously enjoyed being a diaper boy.
	"Does your mom change you, Trip?" The blondie's face blushed and 
he broke a slight snicker as he nodded his head. Then came the biggie. 
I had to ask his mom how she felt about kids Trip's age wearing 
diapers.
	"It's OK, I suppose." He needs to wear them for bedwetting and 
I'm glad he understands and enjoys it rather than we have to fight 
about it," she disclosed.
	"So you let him wear diapers some in the day too, I take it," I 
quizzed further.
	"Well, mostly special occasions like birthdays, outings, and when 
he's sick," she explained. "Sometimes a boy needs that little extra 
babying, and as long as you don't overdo it, don't hurt a thing."
	"What kind of diapers do you use on Trip?" I asked. Both of them 
tried to answer at the same time. One said Goodnights, while the other 
said cloth and vice versa. It was enough for me to get the idea. Almost 
simultaneously, Trip and his mom revealed that they really were hoping 
to find a disposable diaper like Pampers to fit him.
	"How does Pampers Size 6 fit you, Trip?"
	"OK, I guess!" was the eleven year old's reply. His mom disagreed 
with his answer.
	"Trip, you know they are too tight on you!" she explained, that 
with work you could get the tapes together, but they were obviously 
tight which caused them to leak. On occasion when Trip really had a wet 
and active night one tape would come loose on his Pampers.
	"Have you tried Attends, Depends or any other adult diapers on 
Trip?" I asked. I looked at Trip to see his expression to the question. 
The cutie rolled his baby blue eyes up towards the ceiling and let out 
a blow that caused his long blonde bangs to lift up from the gust of 
air that left his pinkish-red lips. The facial language including smirk 
expressed he was not fond of adult diapers at all. His mom then went on 
to tell the story of when she bought the first pack of Attends for him 
last year when she deemed that he had outgrown Pampers Size 6.
	"He hated that diaper before I slid the first one under his rear 
end," she revealed. "He complained and complained that he wanted 
Pampers instead." When that didn't work, he started crying. After 
finally coaching him into the fact that he needed a bigger diaper and 
that they were exactly the same he gave in and let me diaper him." He 
said he didn't look right, it didn't feel right and it didn't smell 
right, after I fastened the two tapes on each side together."
	Trip then said, "Yeah I can't believe she tried to con me into 
wearing those things." His mom then revealed that Trip woke up with his 
PJ's wet at 3 AM from where the adult diaper leaked and that was it.
	"We had to clean him up and change the sheets and go buy Pampers 
at the all-night supermarket, before he would even consider going back 
to bed." She laughed and said, "I think we still have all but one 
diaper left in that pack of Attends somewhere at home."
	Trip then commented, "Yeah maybe you can save them for grandma if 
she ever needs them, cause I ain't gonna and you can't make me."
	"So, do you wear Goodnights at bedtime now, Trip?" I asked.
	"No, I hate those, too," he answered. His mom revealed that Trip 
didn't like the pull-up style and they leaked just as bad since he 
slept on his side. "Trip will wear Goodnights to a ball game or outing 
only because he refuses to use public bathrooms and don't won't others 
to notice he's wearing diapers."
	"Oh, I see," was my comment.
	"Right now we are diapering Trip at night with cloth diapers and 
plastic pants."
	I asked him how he felt about cloth diapers and Trip wasn't vocal 
about saying anything negative, but it was clear that the kid wasn't 
exactly jumping for joy, either. Then came the biggest question of all 
to parent and child. I stated, "You know that if Trip is used in our 
commercials he will be seen nationwide. Maybe we'll only use him on 
packaging or perhaps in TV commercials or magazine ads. The point is we 
don't want this recognition to cause you or your family any 
embarrassment. Family and friends might make negative comments about an 
eleven year old boy still wearing diapers, so we want to make sue you 
have thought about this and feel comfortable before we proceed to the 
next step."
	Trip was shy about his friends finding this out about him, but at 
the same time liked the idea that he could become an instant celebrity 
for simply wearing something he loved. The boy had already thought 
about this possible dilemma. Trip told us that if someone pointed it 
out that he looked a lot like the kid in the diaper ads, he could 
always deny it and say," Everyone has a twin, they say."
	Everything had gone as good as I could hope. It was obvious that 
we had a red-blooded diaper boy as a candidate and a mom that was 
accepting of his wish to be a diaper model. It was just a matter of 
getting him changed into a DIPE and taking him to the production 
studio.
	I made a phone call to let them know everything was a go and the 
three of us went to get some refreshments while they readied the set. 
Trip revealed that he was really nervous and hoped that he wouldn't 
disappoint anyone. I tried to joke with him and put him more at ease 
while we waited. His mom stroked his long blonde locks away from his 
eyes and reaffirmed that he would be fine. I couldn't help but look to 
see if Trip was wearing a diaper under his clothes. Nothing had been 
said to this point to indicate whether or not he was wearing a diaper. 
Although I couldn't say for sure, my guess was that he was diapered. 
His navy blue dress shirt was not tucked into his pants. I suggested 
that it might be a good idea for Trip to use the bathroom before we 
started into the picture taking session. Trip grinned and admitted that 
he had already used the bathroom. I could hardly wait to see if that 
meant what I thought it meant.
	His mom said, "Trip, you didn't, honey." Trip then edged closer 
to his mom and hugged her. His mom then said, "Here honey," as she 
handed him a fresh Pamper and baby wipes out of her purse and urged him 
to go change himself quickly. Trip walked away and I continued talking 
to his mom. My pager went off and the person on the other end let me 
know that they were ready for Trip. We walked over and awaited for Trip 
to come out of the bathroom. The boy exited soon after and the faint 
hint of baby wipes caught my nose. Trip sure was a cute kid and it was 
really neat that he enjoyed wearing diapers, and soon our company would 
be producing real baby diapers to fit older incontinent kids and teen 
babies.
	Trip was taken to the studio. He was met at the door by Christine 
who would get him dressed for the photo shoot. Christine was very 
pretty. She was 22 and just out of college. She had long blonde hair 
that reached most of the way down her back and blue eyes, just like the 
boy she would be working with. Trip's hair was not quite shoulder 
length and was curly along the edges, although it was otherwise 
straight. Christine was wearing a baby blue shirt with white letters 
that read "DIPES- who says their only for babies?" and red short shorts 
with a white belt around her trim 22-inch waistline. Christine was so 
beautiful she would make any boy want to wear a diaper.
	She accompanied him to a private room to get him ready. Within 
minutes this eleven year old boy would be diapered by someone other 
than his mom. In there Christine opened a brand new package of DIPES 
and asked Trip to reach in and select one. The little blonde boy's 
heart raced with excitement as his tender little fingers were now 
grasping a real baby diaper that was designed specifically for boys his 
age in mind. He could hardly wait to get a DIPE on his precious little 
fanny. WOW, this diaper was bigger than he expected. Not quite as big 
as those horrible Attends, but it was a good 50 percent larger than his 
Size 6 pampers that he was wearing under his cargo pants.
	"So, what you think, sugar?", asked Christine.
	"These diapers are way too kewl!!!!" announced the boy whose 
young body was being flooded by adrenaline. Trip pointed out that the 
"Harry Potter" tape strip rocked. This feature made the diaper not only 
babyish but boyish as well. Seeing that Trip was going crazy over the 
diaper, Christine said, "Well, let's get you in that DIPE, Tiger."
	Trip could hardly wait and said, "I'll go get mom so I can show 
her first OK." Christine stroked back her long blonde hair and said, 
"Hey, squirt, that's my job. How about if we surprise her" I have to 
diaper you up so we make sure it's perfectly symmetrical since we have 
to look our best for the photo shoot."
	Christine was every boy's fantasy babysitter, and here she was 
about to shower the ultimate babying experience upon Trip. Christine 
grabbed at the navy blue shirt that was still untucked and began to 
pull it upwards over his blonde hair. His thin, unmuscular arms were 
pulled through next. Trip's bare skin was more white than tan. The 
Oklahoma sunshine from home didn't hit his exposed body often. His 
armpits would not have hair for years to come and his young body was as 
smooth as that of a real baby. The blonde hair on his arms was thick 
around his wrists, but so fine that it wasn't visible unless you were 
close to him. Trip's belly button was an inny and his tummy was flat 
except for a hint of baby fat that wouldn't disappear until puberty 
arrived in a couple of years. Removing his shirt caused Trip's hair to 
become wild. This was easily straightened out my a few strokes from 
Christine's red painted fingernails as they served her as a makeshift 
comb.
	"Your hair is sooooo thick and pretty," she told him as she 
admired the way it flowed through her long fingers. Trip smiled and ate 
up her compliments. He enjoyed being fussed over like that and soon his 
face cheeks became puffy and his brilliantly white teeth emerged from 
behind those pinkish-red lips.
	"OK, ready for your DIPE?" she asked. Trip had been waiting for a 
DIPE for too long and the act of just removing his shirt seemed like an 
eternity to him. As the eleven year old stood up Christine knelt down 
on her knees and unzipped his beige cargo pants and pulled them down to 
his ankles before asking Trey to step out of them. The woman that could 
easily pass for a model herself was now at eye level with this boy's 
plastic pants that concealed a Pampers size 6 beneath.
	"You ain't wet, are you?", she stated as she looked up towards 
Trip's baby blue eyes for an answer.
	"No, I actually just changed into this dry one minutes ago."
	Christine teased, "Oh, so you were wet ,then," and Trip replied, 
"I guess you could say that." The 22 year old woman was kind of 
disappointed that she wouldn't get to take care of a wet baby before 
the photo session. As Trip remained standing she grabbed the elastic of 
his baby pants and pulled them off, having him lift his bare feet one 
at a time. The Pampers diaper was stretched to the max and she pulled 
at the tapes and freed the diaper completely from the youngster's body. 
Trip was still very much all boy at the age of eleven. Like his arms, 
Trip's legs were unmuscular if not long and lean and very smooth. 
Christine unfolded the DIPE and spread it out on a changing pad as the 
completely naked eleven year old watched. He could almost feel his 
buttocks sitting down square in the middle of that diaper.
	Before that thought process was done, Christine said, "I guess 
you know what to do now?"
	Trip then asked, "What?" as he was in dreamland big time and 
really had no clue.
	Christine laughed and said, "Silly, have a seat," and pointed to 
the diaper she had prepared for his cute little bubble butt.
	"Oh that!", Trip confirmed.
	The kid then sat down in the middle and was instructed to 
layback. As Trip's blue eyes gazed up and focused on a spot on the 
ceiling, Christine grabbed one side of his diaper and pulled it 
together. Then the youngster felt Christine pull the other side 
together. Trip started to get up off the changing pad when she told him 
to hold on until she made sure she got the diaper placed perfectly upon 
the little blondie's body. She finished the diapering job my measuring 
the distance of the tapes horizontally and vertically against the Harry 
Potter strip. After a few adjustments Trip was now in his DIPE. The 
eleven year old sat there admiring his brand new diaper. He was smiling 
bigger than he ever did in his young life.
	Christine said, "Now let's get some make-up on you." Trip was not 
expecting that part. He figured once he was diapered it was time to 
show it off. Christine teased him by saying, "I bet you didn't know 
boy's have to get made up, did you?" Trip didn't know if this was such 
a good idea after all. She assured him that it was necessary for the 
photos and she wouldn't have him looking too girly as she giggled. 
Lipstick that was barely a shade deeper than his natural lips was 
applied first. Trip's eyelashes were given a touch to make them appear 
more full and long. A slight touch of rouge gave the boy's face a not 
as pale look. Trip didn't know what to think about this, but was 
curious as to how it would change his appearance. Then some instant tan 
in a bottle was rubbed all over his exposed skin. The kid could hardly 
imagine what torture awaited him next and was afraid to ask. Luckily, 
Christine announced, "Let's go show you off so we can get to work."
	As the two exited the private room, Trip's mom was as anxious to 
see her diaper boy as he was to see her. Christine led him by the hand 
to where she was waiting as if he was a two year old being returned by 
his babysitter.
	Trip's mom cupped her hands over her mouth as she exclaimed, "Oh 
my God, your diaper is soooooo cute!!!!" Trip smiled at the remark as 
he moved closer. Once in reach of his mom she lightly touched the front 
of his diaper to feel the smooth white plastic backing of it.
	"I thought Pampers had a cloth-like feel to them," she commented. 
I told her that they did now, but since these diapers were made 
specifically for boys Trip's age they would like the familiar plastic 
backing disposable diapers had when they were little toddlers. Then she 
laughed at the cute Harry Potter tape strip.
	"You know, Trip has read everyone of those books, seen the movie, 
etc. How you like your new dipee?" she asked her son.
	"It rocks, mom!", was his excited reply.
	"OK turn around so I can look at the other side," she instructed. 
The eleven year old turned his back towards his mom as she inspected 
his brand new diaper further. Trip's diaper rose high onto his lower 
back and fit snugly there. The gentle waist gathers seemed to adhere to 
his skinny back. The seat area fanned out and had lots of room for an 
active youngster before coming to a trim fit against his upper torso 
just below his butt cheeks. The diaper was big and proportioned to same 
exactness of baby diapers. His mom patted his butt and the plop sound 
of the plastic diaper gave off a "thud" sound. Trip turned his head 
toward her and said, "Mommmm", in a half embarrassed tone.
	David the photographer appeared and said, "Well, time to get to 
work." Hardly a job that could be considered as work, though. David was 
tall and in his mid 20's with brown hair. His job over the next few 
weeks would be taking pictures of beautiful preteen and teen boys 
wearing exposed diapers as if they were little boys.
	"You skateboard any?" he asked Trip. The blondie replied that he 
loved it.
	"Good, you should be familiar with all the equipment and gear 
then," as he pointed to a pile that was laid out for Trip. Trip's 
diaper crinkled as he sat his rear end on a bench and began to get 
dressed. The kid pulled on red knee and elbow pads. This was followed 
by white socks with blue edges at the top that extended just below his 
knees. White high-top tennis shoes were then laced up by the youngster 
has he bent forward. The kid was then handed a blue cutoff t-shirt that 
rose just above the boy's cute outee belly button. A white helmet was 
then given to him as soon as his t-shirt was on. The strap was too 
loose and David helped him make the necessary adjustments. "Boy, you 
sure do have a small head," he commented to the pug-nosed blondie. Trip 
just smiled because the smaller the better. Once the adjustments was 
made on the fitting, Christine came over and fluffed his blonde locks 
all around the edges of his white helmet. Trip's hair was already 
trying to curl along the edges and it didn't take Christine hardly any 
effort at all to produce the look she had imagined for him. Trip had 
been so busy putting on everything that was handed to him he had 
reached his hand out for the next item. Instead David slapped it with a 
high five because he thought Trip was doing the same.
	"No shorts?" Trip enquired as he looked in David and then 
Christine's direction. Trip was expecting some long black baggy shorts 
like he saw on the X games but none was forthcoming.
	Christine said, "You are a silly boy, aren't you?" and reminded 
him that they were going to take pictures of him in exposed diapers, as 
opposed to old people in Depends commercials. Trip couldn't believe it. 
Wow, this was going to be more rad than he thought.
	Then the threesome walked about twenty feet to where a small 
skateboarding ramp was set up in front of fluorescent lighting and 
grayish background. Christine handed him a skateboard. On the 
skateboard was inscribed "DIPES- Who says babies should have it 
better?" The kid laughed at the wording on it. Trip was then instructed 
to lift one foot up on the ramp while keeping the other in place. They 
had him turn the skateboard to where it could be read. Trip was loving 
every moment as they had him pose from all angles and expressions upon 
his face. After about fifteen minutes they took a break and led him 
back to his mom.
	She had been watching the shoot and was proud of the way he 
handled himself. She hugged him and told him he did great.
	"Is that it?", she asked. The answer was they wanted to do 
another fifteen-minute session, only this time with a wet diaper.
	"Do you think you can wet your diaper, Trip?", asked Christine. 
Trip was nervous and expressed that he wasn't sure. Christine said it 
was OK if he couldn't because they could re-diaper him in a slightly 
dampened one with yellow food coloring. Trip felt weird because so many 
people were now needing him to pee in his diaper if possible. The 
eleven year old was handed a mega Coke to sip on as he relaxed.
	"Now, don't wet it much if you can urinate," Christine added. 
Trip tried to concentrate on peeing while his mom was shown what the ad 
campaign was proposed to look like. It was going boys in various 
physical activities that required protection. The only difference was 
the protection would also be in the form of wetting your pants. The 
eleven year old went to the bathroom to concentrate further in a more 
conducive setting for peeing. He leaned against the sink and looked at 
the boy in the mirror. He was cuter than he imagined he could possibly 
look and he knew that he was a looker anyway. He giggled as his eyes 
focused on the Harry Potter magic strip holding his diaper tapes. The 
Coke began to take its effect and Trip knew it would only be a matter 
of time now. The boy looked down as a small squirt from his still 
hairless pee pee squirted into his white plastic babyish diaper before 
stopping momentarily. A small dime-sized wet spot became visible before 
growing slightly larger. Another squirt that was a little longer than 
the first one was quickly cut off as well as he tried to remember that 
he wasn't suppose to wet it very much. He watched as it spread half way 
down the front but failed to invade the crotch area of his diaper. He 
examined it and decided that it still wasn't enough and relaxed his 
bladder once again. This time the pee pee streamed more hard. He tried 
to turn off the yellow liquid that was now invading his thick and 
thirsty diaper, but was unable to control it. They eleven year old 
blondie peed harder than he ever peed in his life. His diaper was 
really getting the leak test. He knew that he had soaked it far more 
than they wanted but he couldn't help it and knew that trying to stop 
now was futile. That warm slick wetness had really coated his tiny 
nutsack and he could feel it inching it's way up his butt and into the 
close confines of his butt cheeks. The front of his diaper was 
completely soaked and the plastic was drawing tightly to the yellowish 
gel-like pulp within. Trip turned in the mirror to inspect the damage 
from behind. It was very obvious that he had a pee pee diaper on his 
fanny from behind. If the boy even attempted to sit he knew that the 
whole backside would be soaked. His DIPE felt heavy as he walked. No 
leaks were evident. Trip hated the thought of going back to the others. 
He had successfully wet his diaper was it was far more than Christine 
had instructed. The boy went back as his heavy diaper sagged.
	"Looks like we have a wet boy," Christine commented. Trip 
expressed that he think he over did it and everyone laughed.
	"That's OK, Trip", Christine re-assured him. "Like we said, we 
have a back up plan." Ironically that plan was taking a boy out of a 
soaked diaper and putting him into a dampened one. Christine took him 
back and changed him out of his pee pee diaper like the time before. 
Then she spread out a brand new DIPE. Before allowing Trip to take his 
place on it she took a squirt bottle and artificially wet it for him. 
Trip was then told to lay back while she pulled the wet diaper in place 
and took the proper measurements to ensure symmetry. The wet diaper was 
cold against his skin. The faint smell of pee pee still remained in his 
diaper area. No sense in wiping Trip clean until this wet diaper would 
be removed after the photo session. Trey looked down and admired the we 
diaper clinging to his crotch area. Since he was already dressed in his 
other attire him and David went right to work on the same photos only 
with a wet diaper.
	Trip was given the skateboard as an added bonus. He could hardly 
wait to ride it when he got home. He was sure going to require a lot of 
protection and even if he didn't land the modeling job, he would have a 
lifetime of diapers. The youngster smiled as his mom told him to get 
dressed to go home. The two left hugging each other. I looked at my 
schedule to see when the next candidate would come in for the 
interview.

Part 2- Nick

	The time had come for another potential model for DIPES to come 
in for the interview. I had been going over his paperwork since last 
night to become as familiar as possible. Nicky was one month shy of 13 
and was in the seventh grade at his middle school in Foxboro, 
Massachusetts. Nicky was 4'11" tall and weighed 100 pounds even. With 
brown hair and brown eyes he figured to be average in every category. 
Chronic bedwetting was listed as the reason for wearing diapers.
	I looked up at the clock and it was time for him and his guardian 
to be interviewed but so far it was a no-show. I wondered if they had 
backed out. I went to my files and started researching the next 
candidate. As soon a I got settled back at my desk a thunderous knock 
at my door startled me causing me to almost spill my coffee.
	As I opened the door I was greeted by the dad of Nicky. He was a 
rather large man to have such a tiny son. Don was his name and I could 
barely see the outline of Nicky since he seemed to almost be hiding 
behind is much larger father. I welcomed them both to come in. Don was 
much more of the talker. Nicky appeared to be shy, but maybe that was 
because it was hard for him to get a word in edgewise. We took our 
seats around a small table and got on with the interview.
	Just to break the ice, I asked Nicky if he had any brothers or 
sisters. The kid broke a gentle smile and his answer to the question 
seemed to be a little difficult for him to answer. "I dunno, maybe, I 
think so," was his reply. Naturally, I had to look to Don for 
clarification. Surely he would know if he had any other children. Don 
explained that he and his wife had adopted Nicky when he was nine. 
Nicky had two younger brothers and the state had taken custody of them 
when he was seven. They had come from a very abusive home. Nicky was 
the most abused child of the three. Unfortunately that was due to him 
still wetting his bed very frequently. After hearing more details of 
his prior situation, I wished I had chose something else as an ice 
breaker. So Nicky did have natural brothers, but he was now an only 
child of Don and his wife.
	Nicky was actually far more cuter than I expected. His skin was 
extremely white. He had a very large scar, just under his left eye. It 
looked like it had been there for a long time, so I dared not ask about 
it. The last boy, Trip, was dressed as if he was going to Sunday 
School, but Nicky had a unique look of his own. He definitely had the 
tough-guy look going on. His style of pants was unfamiliar to me. They 
looked like jeans, but had a windpants cut and was made of what looked 
to be a black spandex-like material. He also donned a black leather 
jacket with lots of silver doodads that was zipped up a third of the 
way. The kids shirt was also unique. It looked to be a white turtle 
neck, only the material was thin and flashy according to the way the 
light struck it. His shoes looked to be a dress shoe but had the look 
of a hightop tennis shoe. One thing was for sure, Nicky didn't get his 
clothes from the local JC Penney. In a way it looked like he was a 
young pre-teen version of GQ. Nicky had interesting hair, too. It was 
very full on top and cut like a bowl haircut of old. It was dyed a very 
light brown that was just short of blonde. Where the bowl cut stopped 
was a layer of buzzed hair that indicated his true hair color was that 
of a very dark brown that almost bordered on black. I had to wonder 
whether the kid really insisted on this type of fashion or whether the 
parents did. Either way it was an extremely cute look for a boy of his 
age. I had to wonder if those black whatever you call them jeans, 
contained a diaper underneath. If they didn't I had the feeling 
Christine wouldn't be looking at white fruit of the looms when she put 
him in a DIPE.
	I asked Nicky if he had always worn diapers for his bedwetting 
problem. "They made me wear Goodnights at the other place", he 
admitted. "At first I hated it, because I thought the other kids would 
tease me there."
	"Did anyone tease you there?", I asked.
	"No, not really, not nothing like my dad did anyway," he replied. 
"Besides, it wasn't like I was the only one wearing them there," as he 
broke a little mischievous grin. In fact, Nicky was a very isolated and 
lonely boy after his brothers got adopted until he had to share a room 
with another boy that was a year older and wore Goodnights as well.
	"Do you still see your friend?" I asked.
	"No, his aunt adopted him and took him to California just before 
I got adopted," he admitted. "That's always been the way it is for me," 
Nicky stated. "As soon as I love someone they leave."
	Don hugged him and assured him that was no longer the case. You 
could tell that Don and Nicky had a close bond which was nice to see, 
considering the kid's past.
	When Don and his wife looked at the option of adopting from the 
state, it didn't take them long to find their dream child. They were 
quickly made aware that Nicky was one of the most well-behaved boys 
there. They were looking for a much younger boy, but once they met him 
they knew he was it. The only knock against Nicky was his bedwetting, 
but otherwise they were assured they could not go wrong with him. While 
they were warning Don and his wife about this small detail, that 
actually served as all the more reason that they were meant to be 
together. Don knew what it was to be a bedwetter. He knew what it was 
like to be teased about it, too. His older sisters were always teasing 
him that he was a baby, because he had to wear diapers at night when he 
grew up. While Don had a physical need for wearing diapers he never did 
admit that he really loved the feeling of them and the attention that 
went with diapering. Don hoped that he and his wife could produce the 
most positive environment possible for a bedwetting child. Now that 
Nicky had been showered with love in a stable home for almost four 
years he was flourishing. At age twelve it seemed to be the most normal 
thing to get diapered, hugged and kissed for bedtime.
	I asked Nicky if he would have a problem being seen dressed in 
just diapers for the whole country to see if he was selected to be a 
DIPE model. His answer wasn't as enthusiastic as the kid before him, 
but he didn't give the impression that he was against it. Don started 
chiming in and I got the impression that Don was the most excited of 
the two. Then I had them sign some photo release forms and went over 
the benefits that Nicky was guaranteed even if he wasn't chosen and 
what could be expected should he become a model. The lifetime supply of 
DIPES got a wide grin from Nicky. I then phoned ahead to prepare 
Christine and the photographer that Nicky would soon be heading their 
way.
	On the way over his dad suggested to Nicky that he might want to 
use the bathroom before they got started. The brown haired youngster 
went into the bathroom with his dad while I awaited them at the 
entrance. They exited within a minute so I figured that the kid was 
wearing regular underpants. Then we walked to where Christine was 
awaiting our arrival. The 22 year old beauty, Christine met us with her 
big wide smile and warm welcome.
	"Boy you are a cutie!!!", she exclaimed causing Nicky to break a 
big grin just shy of exposing his teeth. "Where do you find these 
hotties?" she asked in my direction.
	"Well, Mr. Nicky here hails from up in Massachusetts," I 
responded. Don was enjoying Christine making over his son almost as 
much as Nicky. The kid was already putty in her hands as every boy's 
babysitter fantasy was being realized before his eyes.
	"Are you ready for a DIPE?" she asked the brown-haired 12 year 
old. Nicky was more shy than the Trip and merely nodded his head. His 
smile indicated that he was more enthused about it all than his 
actions. Christine walked off with him and took his hand as she led him 
to the changing room. She was very impressed with his clothes' stylish 
looks. She started by untying his shoelaces as Nicky sat on a bench in 
the tiny room. Soon he had kicked them off his feet leaving only his 
white ankle socks on. Christine asked him to stand up and she pulled up 
his jacket to find the zipper of his black spandex-like pants. She 
commented that, "Those pants are way too good-looking on you, it's 
almost a shame we have to get you out of them." Nicky helped her along 
by pointing out a secret snap in the front while he pulled off his 
leather jacket. She was now pulling the boys pants down to his ankles 
as he stood there with only a solid white slick feeling shirt covering 
his chest and exposed underpants. Nicky had white Tommy Hilfigger 
underpants oand were cut in the basic boys briefs style except a shade 
skimpier with them being low-rise style. Christine then had him kick 
his pants free and hold his arms upward as she pulled off the only 
other remaining article of clothing outside his underpants and socks. 
Then he was asked to lay down on the changing pad as she now had him 
prepared for the diapering process. Nicky felt a twinge of excitement 
and could feel his heart rate increase as Christine pulled out a DIPE 
and began to unfold it. The perfume of the big boy diaper soon 
penetrated Nicky's olfactory system as he took in a whiff. He felt just 
like a little baby boy about to get all the nurturing he could stand. 
"Whatcha think of your dipee, little boy?", Christine playfully asked 
teasingly. Nicky broke open a big wide grin not knowing what to say, 
but he hoped that he was suppose to say KALIBUNGA like his favorite 
cartoon character might suggest at such a proposal.
	"It's OK, don't be shy. So what cha think?" she quizzed again.
	"I dunno, but I can't wait much longer," the brown-haired boy 
replied.
	"OK, OK, well lets get your cute wittle underpants off so that 
can happen," the blonde 22 year old suggested as she slipped her red 
painted fingernails under the elastic of the white Tommy Hilfiger 
underpants of the outstretched youngster. Nicky was barely into 
puberty. His diaper area had only a very light trace of silky hair that 
was just a shade darker than what was on his head. Now that Nicky's 
undies were laying in a pile among his other clothing she had the 
twelve year old lift up his fanny as she slid the DIPE in place. Nicky 
lay back and stared at the ceiling as he felt Christine pull both sides 
together and fasten the tapes. The boy was in a state of ecstasy as the 
disposable diaper was pressing firmly against his boyhood, causing it 
to fatten up just a bit inside. The diaper's perfume smell was all 
around and as he looked down the Harry Potter tape strip made him 
chuckle out a funny laugh. Christine knew she had every bit the diaper 
boy on her hands as the first candidate, though Nicky wasn't as 
talkative about it. Nicky was a natural diaper boy if there ever was 
one. For one thing he was a squiggler. Once he was tickled by smelling 
and seeing the cute diaper on him he attempted thrashing from side to 
side. Christine had to make sure she had his diaper on perfectly so it 
was very hard for her to take her measurements on a moving target as 
she implored him to be still. The young blonde woman was finally able 
to accomplish this and got him to stand up. She then put her hand on 
the seat area of Nicky's diaper to straighten out a crinkle from his 
activeness on the changing pad. "Well, let's show you off!" she stated 
as it was now for the soon to be thirteen year old to make his diapered 
debut in front of the rest of us and his dad.
	Nicky felt kind of funny as he approached his dad looking a good 
ten years younger than his real age in his new attire. "ALRIGHT, NICE 
LOOK!" his dad said as his son approached him. Nicky was speechless as 
he continued into his dad's embrace for a warm hug. "WOW THOSE ARE MUCH 
BETTER THAN GOODNIGHTS, HUH!" Don acknowledged. The brown-haired boy 
just looked up and nodded.
	"You didn't tell me he was such a wiggler," Christine teased the 
boy's dad.
	"That's one thing about Nicky, he says more with actions than 
words," he admitted.
	Christine led him away to the photo shoot. The slender long-
legged preteen's diaper crinkled as they walked. The man that was 
awaiting him asked Nicky if he liked rock climbing.
	"Never tried it," he admitted.
	"Oh yeah, where ya from?" he quizzed as he tried to break the ice 
to make the boy feel at place in his diaper.
	"Massachusetts", he answered.
	"Geez, you would think they would have sent me a boy from the 
Rocky Mountain states for this, but I guess you'll have to do," he 
stated with a laugh.
	"Does this mean I can't do the photo shoot?", Nicky quizzed in a 
disappointed tone.
	"How about we pretend your climbing something else," as he 
slipped a safety harness over the boy's shoulders.
	"Like what?" the youngster added. The older man put his hand 
under his chin as he appeared to be thinking.
	"Who is your favorite baseball team?" he asked.
	"The Boston Red Sox, of course, duhhh. Is there any other team?" 
Nicky replied with a cocky tone that fit his haircut better.
	"Well if you are gonna scale the Green Monster someday you need 
all the practice you can get." He led the boy over to the fake rock 
wall that was similar to those you see at amusement parks. He 
instructed Nicky to climb halfway up and then look down with a wide 
smile. As the boy climbed up and stretched his arms and legs in every 
direction his diapered fanny really protruded. Since the harness was 
underneath his arms his diaper and long legs were further emphasized.
	"OK NICKY, THAT'S FAR ENOUGH!" the man hollered, causing the boy 
to stop with his left leg almost as high as his left arm while his 
right arm was outstretched upward and his knee on his right leg was 
slightly bent.
	"OK, LOOK BACK AT ME AND SAY 'CLAM CHOWDER EQUALS UPSET TUMMY'," 
was the next instruction. This caused Nicky to really break out a laugh 
as he looked back just as the camera snapped a series of rapid fire 
shots.
	"GREAT NICKY! YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW!" was the next instruction. 
The boy backed his fanny off the rock slowly. Nicky then asked what 
next. The answer was, "we are going to do the same thing, only with a 
wet Dipe this time."
	The twelve-year-old looked puzzled as he tried to verify that his 
ears weren't playing tricks on him. The brown haired kid then mumbled, 
"HUH???"
	The older man affirmed it by saying, "That's right. You didn't 
realize you were going to be a real baby, did you?" He then unhooked 
the safety harness and called for Christine to come get her boy back 
for the next shoot. The sexy 22 year old female appeared in no time. 
Nicky and her walked back to the diapering room passing his dad along 
the way. His dad asked, "Everything OK Nicky?" The pale faced youngster 
gave him a big thumbs up sign. Once again he was communicating his 
feelings without uttering a word.
	Nicky soon found himself sitting down on the Harry Potter 
changing pad. He imagined that Christine was the young girl from those 
books as she got another Dipe from the package.
	"What are you doing?" he asked as she spread it out and got up to 
do another chore.
	"I have to wet your diaper for you, Sugar," she replied in a big 
sister-ish tone. A beaker of yellow dyed saline solution was being 
warmed to 100 degrees to prevent a cold shock to the boy's bare bottom.
	"Fake pee pee?" Nicky asked. Christine admitted that was exactly 
what it was supposed to be.
	"I can do the real thing if you want me to", he volunteered, not 
wanting Christine to go to any unnecessary lengths for him.
	"Oh, that is so sweet of you, Tiger," she laughed. Christine 
continued by saying, "No that's OK, after all, that's why they pay me 
the big bucks around here."
	Nicky was feeling a little pressure as it was and hated to have a 
dry diaper taken off as Christine kept preparing the fake pee pee. 
Nicky decided to go for it and try to wet his diaper and surprise his 
newfound mommy. After a couple of attempts at relaxing he was able to 
let out a few squirts. The soon to be 13 year old looked down at his 
DIPE as a wet spot grew just below his Harry Potter tape strip that 
held one wide tape strip on each side. The kid laughed at the delayed 
effect of the expanding wetness. He could feel a squirt from his tiny 
rainmaker, but it took a couple of seconds before the darkening color 
hit the plastic backing of the kewlest disposable diaper in the whole 
world. In the moments in between the paperlike filling of his diaper 
was turning into gel and it felt sooooo good as his inner body heat 
warmed his diaper area. The kid sighed a big "Ahhhh" as he let go a 
stream into the thirsty thick white diaper. The slick feeling felt so 
good as it started wicking up into his fanny cheeks. Christine took her 
beaker of homemade pee pee and turned around only to discover she was 
too late.
	"Looks like we won't be needing this, will we?" she stated. Nicky 
shook his head from side to side emphatically. Nicky was just too 
adorable. He sat there smiling with that naughty two year old look that 
can only come from an innocent boy's face.
	"You like that, I see," Christine stated. She then had Nicky 
stand up so she could inspect the wetness from behind. If the boy had 
wet too much it wouldn't look right in the advertisement. Too little 
and that wouldn't be good, either. She got out a picture of Trip's wet 
diaper to make comparisons. Nicky had done the perfect pee pee. The 
amount was just right. The smell of Nicky's urine was mixing quite well 
with the diaper perfume as she eyeballed his pee pee diaper from every 
angle. Nicky thought he was ready to go back to the rock, but Christine 
had other plans instead as she had him lay back down on Harry Potter.
	"Are you gonna have to change me?", he asked.
	"No, silly," she replied. Then she got out some other things that 
had the boy's attention. Christine then got out her make-up kit.
	"NO WAY, UH UH, YOU AIN'T TURNING ME INTO A GIRL!" he stated as 
he got up. Up to this point Nicky had been fully cooperative. It took 
some coaxing but finally Christine was able to sell him on the fact it 
was boys' make up.
	"Who is your favorite boy actor?" she asked him.
	"Don't have one", he stated. Christine then assured him that the 
boy in Star Wars was made up and he didn't look like a girl. Nicky laid 
back down and Christine powdered his face to give it a more suntanned 
look. The part that Nicky hated the most was when she broke out a tube 
of lipstick and gently smeared the red color. She then instructed the 
boy to rub his lips together to even it out. Christine was very amused 
at the grimace on his face as he did this. Nicky's face had that 
expression that you might expect if he had a mouth full of spinach or 
something just as equally gross. Christine then took her fingers and 
touched up his lips to make them perfect. She then stated that she had 
tortured him enough. Nicky now knew how a mouse felt like after being 
toyed with by a cat. They jaunted back to the rock passing his dad 
along the way. Nicky looked at his dad and this time it was his dad 
that was giving him the thumbs up. Nicky lifted up his arms and the 
safety harness was put into place.
	"Wow Christine, you are getting too good with this fake pee pee," 
as he got a whiff of the pleasant aroma that was being emitted by 
Nicky's DIPE.
	"What do you mean?" she asked. The man said she had even created 
the pee pee smell. Christine told him that she was quite the chemist 
when she was in college as she winked at Nicky. The brown haired 
youngster couldn't contain his laughter.
	"OK NICKY, SAME AS BEFORE. CLIMB HALFWAY UP AND LOOK BACK." Nicky 
went and grabbed hold of the rock and started to pull himself up. 
Unfortunately he was too tickled to pull his 100 pound lean frame 
upward. It was just too much to ask of his unmuscular arms as he was 
still had not fully contained his boyish giggling.
	"OK, ANYTIME, NICKY," the man encouraged as he came out from 
under the camera's hood. The boy started up again and he felt the wet 
gel press firmly against his buttocks as he attempted to dig in and 
climb. Once again he had to give up. The man started having fun with 
him as well.
	"What's the matter Nicky you about to pee in your diaper or 
something?" Christine added that it was too late because he already did 
that.
	"Oh I see," he stated. All the laughing made the boy need to pee 
again. Even if he had been wearing his regular Tommy Hilfiger 
underpants he would have accidentally wet them like boys sometimes do. 
The twelve year old felt the gush of pee pee invading his diaper and 
was worried that now his diaper was ruined as far as the photo shoot 
went. Christine took note of this as it was happening. Both of the 
adults inspected his diaper. the boy's diaper was now soaked good in 
behind. They decided to have him go up the rock as it was, however. 
They could take some pictures and then change him into a less wettened 
diaper and try again. Nicky was able to contain himself and climb up 
the rock this time. As he looked back the man yelled, "HEY, DIAPER 
BOY!" and the camera clicked several times as the brown haired kid hung 
on the wall with a huge smile.
	"OK let's get you changed," Christine said as she hurried him 
back. As he passed his dad he gave him the thumbs down sign indicating 
that he blew that shoot. In no time flat the preteen was once again 
gracing Harry Potter with his fanny. Christine ripped the tapes off and 
slid the used diaper from beneath his globes. This was the heaviest 
diaper she had ever felt as she tossed it to the side. Christine then 
laid out the diaper she had previously prepared beside the boy and took 
the warm liquid and poured it in. After letting it soak into place for 
a moment she had took out some baby wipes and cleaned the youngster's 
diaper area as if he was a three year old. She then had Nicky position 
himself in the middle of the artificially dampened disposable diaper 
and pulled the tapes together for a snug fit. The diaper felt like the 
one that had just been removed from his fanny only not as slick. Still, 
it felt great. Christine then took measurements quickly to verify it 
was perfect. The wetting was not quite to her liking do she poured the 
fake urine into a bottle that had a squirt nozzle. She told Nicky to 
remain still while she prepared this. Christine then pulled the back of 
Nicky's diaper open and squirted the additional pee pee between the 
crevice of his butt cheeks. The warm saline solution felt good to the 
boy as it gelled into the seat of his diaper. Nicky was then instructed 
to sit down. Nicky was then made to stand as she re-verified the wet 
look from behind. The yellow fluid was evident in a half moon shape 
from the pressing of his buttocks against the Harry Potter changing 
pad.
	"OK, perfectp" she stated and then hurried him back to the rock. 
The safety harness was re-attached and it was all business this time as 
he dug in and scaled the wall. The kid looked back and the man yelled, 
"NICKY WEARS DIAPERS!" causing the boy to smile and show off his pearly 
whites that matched the dry part of his diaper. With that the photo 
session was complete and he was taken back to his dad to tell about how 
everything went. Christine then reminded him that he could get dressed 
and leave anytime they were ready. Nicky scurried back into the 
changing room. As Christine filled out the paperwork she noticed that 
Nicky was getting dressed but was leaving his diaper on. After he got 
finished dressing she reminded him to not forget to take his underpants 
with him. He said, "What for?" "I don't think I'll be wearing undies 
for awhile now that I'm back in diapers." Nicky then offered his cute 
little undies to Christine as a souvenir.
	"Oh really?", she asked. "I'll even autograph them for you since 
I'm now going to be a star." Christine just loved Nicky's flare and 
took him up on the offer as she handed him a blue marker. Just below 
the waistband on the backside he wrote, "To Christine-Love Nicky 
Crosby." She hugged him tightly and said she would keep his undies 
forever. I then talked with Nicky and his dad about what they could 
expect next before they left. Christine then showed me her present that 
Nicky left her.
	"What's this?", I quizzed. Christine said that he said he 
wouldn't be needing them anymore and I laughed.
	"So he really loved his DIPES I take it", I stated. I wasn't so 
sure at first I admitted. Honestly I thought his dad was more of a 
diaper boy than him. I laughed when I noticed that his white and 
obviously very new underpants even had a hint of a racing stripe from 
where he hadn't wiped very good.

Part 3- 3 Boys

Part 3A

	The next interview was going to be a little more unusual than the 
other two previous ones. While it took two interviews to produce two 
diaper model candidates, this one interview was going to produce three 
candidates at once. After researching some possible scenarios we 
decided that it was possible.
	Five minutes before the scheduled interview a knock on the door 
came and it was a man, a woman and three of the most precious little 
boys I had ever seen. I wondered if it was someone who got lost because 
I expected the boys to be a little bigger. My sheet on my desk said 
that the boys were 12, 11 and 10 but they appeared to be closer to 10, 
9 and 8 as far as average heights and weights are concerned. I asked 
them if they were there for the interview to which they replied that 
was the case. We sat down and I broke the ice with them. It was nice to 
see both parents taking part in the interview. I started off by saying, 
"Wow, three bedwetters! No wonder you have to use diapers!" to the mom. 
To my surprise she admitted that she only laid claim to the 11 year old 
boy named Ian. I said, "Oh, I see you all just got married then," to 
which the man answered that was not the case, either. My puzzled look 
caused him to further elaborate on who was who and how they came 
together to take part in my interview.
	Jamie and Timmy are 12 and 10, respectively. They were the 
product of their father's loins. Two years ago his wife passed from 
cancer. They eventually moved to another city where they met Ian who 
quickly became their best friend. All throughout their childhood both 
Jamie and Timmy were bedwetters. More than likely it was due to a small 
bladder since both boys were extremely smallish for their respective 
ages. At age 12 Jamie was 4'8" tall and weighed a mere 65 pounds. 
Although he was small he made up for it in pure cuteness. The kid 
before me had an infectious mischievous smile, chestnut brown hair and 
eyes of brown that matched. Timmy was even smaller than average for his 
age, at 4'0" and 49 pounds. At this point in the process Timmy was yet 
to utter a word indicating that he was quite shy and let his big 
brother do most of the talking. If my guess was right, though, he would 
probably be a real talker once you got him started. The 10 year old 
also seemed the more affectionate of the two as he sat there with his 
little arms tightly embraced against his daddy. Like his brother, he 
had brown hair, though it was very close to blonde and his eyes were 
brown as well.
	All through the years both boys' mommy cared for them and didn't 
try to make a fuss over dealing with wet beds each morning. She knew it 
was something the two little youngsters couldn't help. Unfortunately, 
Jamie and Timmy woke up in cold, clammy beds with underpants to match. 
Neither boy got to sleep solid throughout the night as a result. Their 
mom never wanted to suggest diapers for fear of hurting them 
emotionally. After she got sick their dad had to follow the same 
routine night after night with the boys. He was hoping that as they got 
older it would eventually stop, but if anything, the growing boys only 
made bigger pee pees and no letup was foreseeable. Finally, he had 
enough due to exhaustion. He was working a lot to support them and the 
burden of being a single parent meant something had to give. He 
lovingly suggested that they try diapers as an option. Both boys were 
not too keen on the idea at first because all their lives kids teased 
them that they were babies due to their smallish sizes. Wearing diapers 
would mean that the other kids were really right. After all, only 
babies wear diapers on their fannies. After a lot of persuading that 
they were not being punished did they decide to give it a try. Like 
other bedwetting kids, they would now be wearing Goodnights. Although 
they were really diapers they were marketed as underpants that just 
happen to protect from wetness. The next morning it soon became evident 
that while they allow everyone to sleep through the night, it didn't do 
anything to stop the wet beds because they leaked. Both boys were 
active sleepers and all it took was rolling onto their sides and 
gravity pushed the urine into the unprotected underwear-like side 
panels. Their dad Jed decided that a better form of protection was 
needed. He bought the younger Timmy a pack of Huggies Size 6. Perhaps 
he could still fit into them. Then he bought a more than ample supply 
of the cheap Gerber baby pants. Maybe this combination would work a lot 
better he thought. The boys wore these the next night and when they 
awoke the next morning their diapers were wet but their beds were dry 
for the first time since they were taken out of diapers at age 3. Not 
only that but both boys actually enjoyed the warm sensation of diapers. 
They were actually having fun with it which was a huge relief to their 
father.
	So that was the story on Jamie and Timmy. Now I was wondering how 
in the world did the 11 year old boy named Ian fit into the picture. 
Ian tuned out to be a friend that they met at a summer camp. Like Jamie 
and Timmy, he too, was a bedwetter and probably for the same reasons. 
Although he was a year older than Timmy, he was even tinier for his 
age. The dark haired child was 3'11" and only 51 pounds. No doubt he 
had a tiny tank like his friends that couldn't hold enough pee pee to 
last the overnight hours. As he sat across from me he was quite 
squirmy. This was one child that had a lot of trouble remaining still. 
His attention span was very short though he appeared quite intelligent 
once you got his momentary focus. I asked him, "Ian, so I hear you are 
a big Scooby Doo fan." After not acknowledging my question his mom 
said, "Ian, the man asked you a question." This refocused his attention 
in my direction and he said he was sorry and asked if I could repeat 
it. His mom chimed in first and said that her boy was a wild boy with a 
lot of spirit. "If he could sit still long enough maybe he might grow 
some." I repeated the question and he started asking me if I liked 
Scooby Doo, too. It was obvious that he loved that cartoon. I 
acknowledged that when I was 12, I wore Scooby Doo pajamas which caused 
all the boys to laugh real hard. I guess they were imagining me as an 
adult in cartoon character pjs and couldn't fathom that I was once a 
boy much like them. Maybe they didn't think the cartoon went back to 
ancient times, either. "Oh, so that's funny, huh?", I replied to their 
ongoing giddiness. "Well I bet Ian wears Scooby Doo underpants," I 
further stated. Now Timmy and Jamie had their tickle box on high 
volume. Since the two brothers seemed to think that was funny, I asked 
them "So, what's your guys favorite cartoon? Jamie said that he liked 
Sponge Bob Square Pants and that his little brother still liked Barney 
The Dinosaur. I was not familiar with the first cartoon, but I was 
quite familiar with Barney because of some relatives kids of mine. "So, 
are you telling me that Timmy wears little purple Barney undies?" I 
teased. Timmy's face went from pale while to boiling red instantly. Boy 
was he mad at his big brother's joke as he punched him in the upper 
arm. Jamie continued snickering because the swat from the 49-pounder 
barely made a dent. Ian was now laughing hard as well as he pictured 
his friend clad in the purple beast around his most private areas. The 
whole world seemed to know that Timmy was a huge Barney fan and the 
eleven year old took drastic measures to prove them all wrong. Timmy 
quickly unbuttoned his black jeans and dropped them to the floor. In 
front of me appeared a Scooby snack and not the anticipated Barney. 
They were cute little cartoon boys briefs and I could tell right away 
that he was not the least bit prohibited as he turned and modeled or 
should I say, mooned his little fanny to all the occupants in the room, 
pausing only long enough to pass gas in Jamie's direction. Jamie rolled 
his chair quickly to escape as he yelled, "No fair, chemical warfare." 
I could tell that Christine would be earning her pay today because he 
was about to receive three holy terrors to get diapered. "That ain't 
Scooby! Those are poopy stains!" announced Ian. His mom said "IAN!, 
that was not nice", but I had to laugh at this myself and I said we 
better get you in a fresh DIPE cause Ian's right. No wonder you picked 
out a brown cartoon character instead of a purple one. Timmy was now in 
flat denial of this accusation. "Dad don't allow any number 2's in our 
diapers--Just pee pees." After some prodding from both parents to get 
their kids contained once again, I asked them if any of them liked 
Harry Potter. They were all in agreement of that. I told Timmy not to 
worry because only Luvs had the rights to Barney and since we made 
diapers for kids their age and older we had Harry Potter tape strips. 
"Do we get to wear them now?" inquired an impatient Ian. I guess that 
can be arranged I told them. "I'll finish the paperwork with your 
parents so we make sure you get all the free diapers your little 
fannies need and I'll call Christine to come get you." "I can't wait to 
see the look on her face when she is about to discover she has triplets 
on her hands. I dialed up the 22 year old bombshell and told her that 
she had some clients and told her that I needed he to come and meet 
them. Boy was she in for a surprise.

Part 3B

	Christine knew that she would be getting a threesome of diaper 
boys to get ready for the set, but she could tell right away she was 
going to have a real handful as she gave the little boys a tour of the 
facility. Ian kept wanting to go to the place where they made the 
DIPE'S, but was disappointed to learn that they were being made at 
their main plant in Cincinnati, Ohio. Jamie and Timmy were quite 
excited when they were shown the new 30 second commercials that were 
made only weeks ago by the first candidates, Trip and Nicky. They all 
three laughed quite loudly at seeing a kid their age posed on a 
skateboard and another slightly older on a climbing wall. Eleven year 
old Ian noted that the kids' diapers looked wet and Christine laughed. 
They had never noticed a diaper commercial on TV for babies in which 
their diapers were actually wet. Christine explained that it took 
awhile to do the commercials and sometimes little boys just have to go 
pee pee. Timmy giggled like the little pre-teener with a high pitched 
tone. Jamie was absolutely overtaken by the large screen TVs, because 
the boys in their view appeared to be giants. Jamie commented that 
their diapers were as big as them. He wished that he had such a video 
rig up in his and Timmy's room at home.
	The 22 year old bombshell then told the boys, "Guess what?" and 
they all looked puzzled. "The next diaper boy I get my hands on will be 
watching you guys up there.
	"Will we have pee pee dipees too, like them?" quizzed twelve year 
old Jamie as he tried to sound more like the baby than the eldest of 
the youngsters. The young woman stated that she was very confident that 
they would be able to remain dry like good little boys. Timmy whispered 
in his friend's tiny ears, "She don't know us very well, does she?" Ian 
started snickering like Snidely Whiplash and Christine turned to see 
what the little devils were up to.
	"What was that, Timothy?" as she looked back and pointed at him 
in a teasing manner.
	"Nothing," he shyly answered as he tried to put on his innocent 
act. It didn't fool Christine one bit because she could see the tiny 
spikes of his devil horns protruding from his light brown hair.
	After a few more stops the boys began to grow impatient, 
especially when she led them to the bathroom for one final potty stop. 
Their little butts were just itching to get diapered and all this 
touring was beginning to wear on them.
	"You mean you all have bathrooms here?" asked a disappointed Ian.
	"Of course, silly-- you don't think I wear diapers, do ya?"
	Christine waited outside while the boys went inside the place to 
pee. Jamie stood at the stall and unzipped his fly to release the 
precious liquid that was meant for better things. Timmy was a little 
more reluctant to go, but his older brother warned him that they might 
not take them if they didn't follow directions very well. Timmy slid 
over to the smaller urinal beside his big brother and unzipped his 
black Levi's. As soon as Jamie's trickling stopped he urged Ian to take 
his place. Ian was having no part of it. Timmy was struggling really 
bad to make his water come out. It had been a long time since he tried 
peeing into a urinal. Even in a diaper the little boy usually got down 
on his knees or squatted down on his haunches. Christine knocked at the 
door asking them if they were alright and Jamie yelled, "Yeah just a 
minute!" Then begged his little brother to hurry up. This of course 
didn't make things easier and he decided to give up.
	It was about this time that the boys parents and I caught up with 
them. Jamie and Timmy's dad gave them a hug and a kiss and asked them 
if they were nervous and Timmy admitted that he was a little bit. Jamie 
was scared to death but knew that he better act all confident or they 
might lose the commercial so he lied and said he was ready to get on 
with it. Ian's mom hugged him in similar fashion and she just told him 
to do his best and listen carefully and not to let his mind wander. So 
with the temporary farewells being given Christine now led the three 
boys back to the private room.
	"OK who wants to go first?", she asked. Oddly enough, the three 
boys became shy and no one volunteered. Then she suggested that Jamie 
and Ian wait outside while she diapered Timmy.
	"Do I have to wait outside?" asked a disappointed Jamie. She said 
that she didn't want to embarrass him because he would be fully 
undressed in front of them.
	"Oh that's OK," the twelve year old assured her. "Dad always 
changes us in front of each other and even Ian, too."
	Christine told them that if they stood out of the way it would be 
OK to just watch. They all then entered the room and Timmy was directed 
down onto the changing pad.
	"Way kewl changing pad," Ian commented. He loved the Harry Potter 
cartoon characters on it. Jamie watched attentively as his little 
brother's black jeans and yellow shirt was removed after his shoes. 
Timmy laid there like the sweetest little boy imaginable in only his 
tiny white socks and Scooby Doo underpants with a bold red waistband. 
Jamie always thought it was funny seeing his little brother in that 
underwear because the dog on them was brown and position low on the 
backside of his briefs. It almost made Timmy look as if he had done the 
forbidden number in his undies. Christine then removed a baby perfumy 
disposable diaper from the package that simply read DIPES and unfolded 
it. Ian commented that the package looked rather ordinary and plain. 
Christine then got a hold of the red waistband of Timmy's underpants 
and pulled them off and tossed them onto his previously removed 
clothing.
	The moment of truth was now at hand as the woman lifted up on 
Timmy's thin ankles causing his fanny to lift off the mat to where she 
could slide the diaper in place. At home their dad had them position 
their own fannies on the diapers but Christine was doing it just like 
she would do any baby. Even if that baby before her was a whopping 49 
pounds. She then stretched the tapes as she tucked the front of the 
plastic diaper underneath. The tapes pulled quite far in front. This 
was the smallest DIPE they made and it fit Timmy with lots of room to 
spare. After measuring to make sure the diaper was installed evenly, 
Christine commented that a Pampers size 6 was probably a better fit on 
him. Jamie told her that he wore Huggies size 6 most of the time at 
home, but this looked better.
	"Well, tell your dad that HUGGIES are a big NO NO around here." 
Jamie didn't understand that was a competitor and that DIPES were a 
spin off of Pampers. Ian didn't get it, either, and asked if Luvs were 
OK.
	"Afraid not," answered Christine.
	"You want to hear a funny story?" questioned Jamie as his little 
brother kept rubbing his tender little fingers back and forth across 
the slick plastic backing of his new DIPE enjoying the sensation. "Dad 
bought Luvs one time because they were on sale and Timmy wouldn't have 
anything to do with them," stated Jamie.
	"GOOD BOY!", stated Christine as she fluffed up Timmy's light 
brown hair.
	"You know why?", he came with another question. Christine said, 
"OK, tell me why."
	"'Cause they Barney on them!!!" as he cracked up.
	"Don't you like Barney?", as she turned in the ten year old's 
direction. An emphatic "NO" was the answer as he grimaced his lips 
together and curled them under making it appear like they had 
disappeared.
	"You know what else?", continued Jamie.
	"What?" replied Christine.
	"I had to end up wearing all of them instead," answered the 
twelve year old.
	"Well, I think Barney is sweet and I bet you were very precious 
in your little Luvs diapers," as she rubbed the dark brown haired boy's 
head. "Do you think Timmy will like the Harry Potter tape strip?", 
quizzed Christine.
	"Oh yeah, definitely. Dad reads those stories with us all the 
time," answered Jamie.
	"Sounds like you guys have a wonderful dad," she stated and Jamie 
and Timmy agreed that he was the best around. Christine then warned 
Jamie if he didn't quit being such a motormouth they would never get 
finished before someone had to pee and then they'd have to start over. 
Christine then told Timmy to remain standing so he would get any 
creases in his diaper and motioned for Jamie to assume the position. 
Jamie laid there helpless as his heart throbbed in anticipation of 
being diapered by Christine. He decided not to look and close his eyes. 
This way he could take in the sense of feeling to its utmost.
	The dark-haired youngster felt his black tennis shoes being 
untied first and then slipped off his sock feet. Then they were removed 
as well. Then Christine had him raise up as she pulled his yellow 
casual shirt much like his brother's over his head after she freed it 
from his skinny unmuscular arms. Then she gently laid his head back on 
the pad.
	"Why do you have your eyes closed, Jamie?"
	He responded by saying he was afraid to look. Christine laughed 
and said, "Whatever, silly boy."
	Then his heart picked up a few more paces as she unbuttoned his 
blue jeans and unzipped them. Then came the tug at the bottom both his 
pants legs at the same time. While it seemed it was taking forever it 
would only be a matter of seconds before he knew that she would see 
viewing him clad only in his underpants. Jamie just lay there smiling 
as he felt the course material slide down his hairless legs with ease. 
Now he was just before the prettiest woman he ever saw in just 
sparkling white underpants that were bought brand new for this special 
occasion. They were just plain fruit of the looms with a thin blue 
stripe across the top. Just like the kind the average boy wears once 
they exit diapers as a little boy.
	"These panties aren't as cute as your little brothers panties." 
Christine sure knew how to tease a boy to the max. Jamie got his ire up 
and his eyes opened wide as he demanded that they are regular boys 
underpants.
	"Well I still say they are panties," she continued. Jamie was 
disgusted at the remark. He couldn't figure out how she could come to 
such a ridiculous conclusion. After all they were full cut and rose up 
to his back and just short of his outee belly button and they didn't 
even have any type of print on them.
	"I was just playing with you, Jamie. OK how about we slide off 
your BIG BOY BRIEFS and replace them with a nice thick baby diaper," 
stated Christine. That was much better as Jamie lay back and let his 
eyelids come together again. He had no problem with being associated 
with a baby, but a girly boy was quite another issue. The twelve year 
old felt the cotton leave his legs and now it was time for the ultimate 
as Christine lifted up on his ankles. At only 65 pounds he was still 
quite easy for her to manage and soon he felt the thick diaper under 
his well rounded butt for such a small boy. This diaper was much bigger 
and rose up nicely. The quilted padding felt so nice and snug against 
his rear end as she taped it shut in front. This was the most awesome 
diaper ever. After some quick measurements he was told to stand up and 
remain that way like Timmy. Like Timmy, he couldn't help but rub the 
backing of the plastic diaper. This was ten times better than the new 
outer cloth-like covering of the brand new baby diapers on the market. 
Jamie could feel his member trying to get larger and escape the tight 
confines within as he rubbed more and more. It was now Ian's turn to 
hit the mat. He lay down quickly as he couldn't wait to get the same 
treatment.
	"Getting back to your question, young man. Do you know why the 
package of DIPES is rather ordinary?", she asked. Ian shook his head 
no.
	"It's simply because it hasn't been designed yet."
	"Why ain't it designed?" asked Jamie.
	"Well, the biggest reason is we don't know who will be pictured 
on it," she admitted.
	"Really? Like could it be one of us or maybe all three?" he 
asked.
	"It is a possibility that I hear they are considering," she 
informed them.
	Timmy quizzed, "Well if that is one possibility, then what are 
the others?"
	"I understand they have been talking to some boy celebrities as 
well."
	"Yeah, right. Like who?" quizzed Jamie thinking she was pulling 
his chain again.
	"They have quite a few I think. Let's see, hmmmm, Aaron Carter, 
Joel Haley Oslet, Zac Hanson, Justin Berfield, and Billy Gilman for 
starters."
	Ian thought that would be really kewl, but Timmy thought that 
honor should be reserved for a real diaper boy instead of a wannabe 
just trying to cash in on their looks like the ones she mentioned. 
Christine further intrigued them by saying that she knows for a fact 
that one of the boys she mentioned really does wear diapers according 
to his agent.
	"OK enough talk about that," she stated and got back to the 
business of stripping the eleven year old out of his clothes. First 
came off the Scooby Doo T-shirt.
	Christine commented, "I bet you got matching panties just like 
Timmy", as she giggled. After all a Scooby Doo T-shirt could only mean 
underpants to match. Then she removed his blue tennis shoes and blue 
baggy windpants. She didn't look up to verify his underpants as she 
worked them off but she was totally surprised when her eyes finally 
focussed in that direction. The black haired wild child was wearing 
panties alright, but they were plastic panties.
	"Oh you are too precious," she stated, as she cupped her hands 
over her mouth.
	"ALL RIGHT, IAN!" yelled Timmy with delight.
	"Well lets get your baby pants off and see what we have 
underneath," she stated. "It's a disposable diaper!!!" she exclaimed.
	She then noticed it was a Pamper. "See now here is a boy that 
wears the best underwear out there", stated Christine as she looked in 
the other boys' direction. Then Christine further applauded the fact 
that Ian's pamper was wet. In fact it was very wet. A 51 pound boys' 
versus a Pampers Size 6. The diaper will lose that battle everytime in 
a double wetting which was the case here. It was a good thing Ian had 
on plastic pants for extra protection.
	Christine then told Jamie to fetch her the baby wipes from the 
shelf as she prepared to do a complete diapering job on their young 
friend. She asked Timmy to hold onto Ian's baby pants. While no one was 
looking the ten year old raised them to his face and took in a whiff of 
his friends sweet smelling pee pee. She then removed the heavy pamper 
and handed it to Jamie. Now completely naked, she took the moist baby 
wipe and cleaned Ian's frontal region and rainmaker. Ian thought this 
was even better than his own mom's diaperings at home. To make sure she 
did a thorough job she had Ian roll over on his tummy and expose his 
rear end upwards. Jamie was busy inspecting the damage that Ian had put 
on the Pamper. The wetness was well over half way up the backside 
before the yellowing stopped. Timmy got his attention by tapping him on 
the arm so that he wouldn't miss a thing. Although they had seen Ian 
get changed more than once, his butt was not in plain view as this 
occurrence. The eleven year old's fanny jiggled as she rubbed it 
thoroughly with the baby wipe. Ian looked great in diapers and now they 
saw the reason because his lower back jutted in giving him the ultimate 
tight bubble but look.
	Then Christine discarded the wipe for a new one and separated his 
tight little cheeks to get at those hard-to-get-at places, and just 
like that it was done. Ian was then rolled onto his back and the bigger 
diaper was inserted into place. With a few tugs here and there the 
diaper was then taped shut on the very cute diaper boy named Ian. 
Christine was now ready to turn her little whitetails over to the 
camera man. They were very excited little boys as they went to greet 
their parents first.

Part 3C

	Ian, Jamie, and Timmy were greeted by their parents with outright 
delight. They had not seen their boys quite this cute since their 
toddler days. Ian's mom got down on her knees and spread her arms wide 
open as the dark haired youngster ran over to fill the void. After a 
tight hug and kiss by his mom her other maternal instincts kicked in as 
she turned him in every direction so she could look him over from every 
angle. The eleven year old was almost dizzy by the time she had 
satisfied her curiosity. She just couldn't make up her mind whether he 
looked cuter in front with the pronounced Harry Potter tape strip that 
held two large white tapes or from the side where the diaper formed a 
bikini cut look that had leg gathers where the diaper met those 
preciously cute boy thighs. Maybe it was from behind where the diaper 
covered the most area. His already bubble butt was now even thicker 
than before. Unlike the ultra thins in his usual baby diapers these 
were easily three times thicker. A thin baby blue paper like strip at 
the top of the back of Ian's diaper separated the thick white color of 
his diaper from the skin on his lower back. Unbelievably her boy was 
still dry as she had to prod her fingers along the smooth plastic 
backing for a quick check. Christine got tickled at the sight and told 
his mom that when those diapers get wet they look wet and she wouldn't 
have to rely so much on the sense of feel. While inspecting her son 
further from the rear, he quickly turned his head and said, 
"Mommmm!!!", quit you're embarrassing me. His big brown eyes were just 
glistening at her and she stopped her touching. Jamie and Timmy weren't 
getting the once over that their little friend was getting. Instead 
Jamie was clutched tightly by his dad's left arm while the younger 
Timmy was in his right. They kept asking him what he thought and he 
replied that they never looked cuter. Then he let go of his grip and 
playfully started tickling the ten year old. I was quick to warn him 
that tickling young boys can cause them to wet themselves. The twelve 
year old Jamie reminded me that they were in diapers, but I had to 
remind him that there was a time to be wet and a time to stay dry and 
that this was one of those times.
	"You mean, we ain't going to get to pee pee our dipes like we saw 
in the ads?" quizzed a disappointed Timmy. Christine came to my aid and 
explained it to them in diaper-boy language.
	"Well, you three guys want to be stars--RIGHT?" They all shook 
their heads yes. "Have you ever seen the Pull-Ups commercials where the 
kids keep their stars."
	Ian chimed in and said, "we hate those kind of stars cause they 
ain't no fun."
	"I know, dear, but if you stay dry you may be our TV ad stars. We 
plan on letting you wet and then take your pics but we need dry boys 
first, OK?" she added.
	They understood what she was saying and agreed that it was a 
small price to pay. Christine then broke up the group by saying, "let's 
get them to the photographer before we lose any stars in the process."
	The photographer met them and asked them if they did any acting 
in school. All three boys liked doing plays at elementary school. Jamie 
and Timmy were naturals like their dad, but Ian was a little more shy. 
While they were all together though, Ian was able to relax and be his 
natural hyper self. The boys liked the idea that this one chance at 
acting might be seen by more people than their daddy. Boy would he be 
jealous if they were chosen to be in diaper ads.
	"Christine said we are going to be stars," Timmy blurted out.
	"Maybe," replied the photographer. "Who knows, maybe all three of 
you will have your stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame." They were 
excited.
	The man then opened a box and handed them some plastic fake 
swords and big hats that almost swallowed their tiny heads with fluffy 
plumes of feathers extending from them. Timmy and Ian immediately 
started a sword fight, while the man pulled out three pairs of black 
boots with silver buckles that would reach near their knees. They were 
accurately sized since they already know the size of the boys from 
their previous application. Then they were fitted with jackets that 
made them look like little Cavaliers. The brothers were fitted with red 
ones and Timmy got to wear a blue one. These jackets were tailor-made 
and intentionally left short so that their diapers would remain fully 
exposed for the cameras. Just the slightest movement of their arms as 
they drew their swords caused three belly buttons to shine. Jamie was 
the last boy to get outfitted. All that was left now was refocusing the 
other two's attention on the task at hand.
	The boys were then put on a stage that looked like it came from 
any school play. Pictures were then taken in random fire as the boys 
were left to just act like little boys and play fight with each other. 
Video was also captured. The last shoot was that of all three boys arm 
in arm with Ian in the middle to make the color scheme work best. All 
three swords were raised high in the air as if they were defying their 
enemies. While they held those poses the cameras stopped. Then 
Christine came in and placed underpants on the tips of each of the boys 
swords. Regular white boys underpants were now hanging limply from the 
brothers' swords, while a pair of cartoon boxer shorts graced Ian's. 
Christine then came over to the side just out of camera's view and told 
the boys to announce proudly, "We defy underwear!!!!!!!!" Soon three 
prepubescent boys were protesting, "WE DEFY UNDERWEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!" and 
immediately all of them broke down with a hard laughter that ended the 
dry session with the producer yelling, "CUT!!!"
	Christine then came over to her Musketeers and informed them that 
they had worked very hard and were now due a break. Jamie was ready to 
do another shoot. For someone that had supposedly worked very hard he 
didn't feel tired. It didn't seem any more like work than loading the 
dishwasher at home dressed only in his cute diapers. Christine then 
clarified that it was more like an intermission between them being dry 
and wet.
	"You mean we FINALLY get to wet our DIPES", asked a intrigued 
Ian. The older woman confirmed that it was time for their diaper 
change. Jimmy was really puzzled. The only time a dry diaper was 
removed from his plump little fanny was when his dad gave him and his 
older brother a bath together. Like his brother, he wasn't thinking he 
had worked hard enough to get all dirty and sweaty. Before the words 
hit Jimmy's tongue, Ian asked "Are we going to get a bath now?"
	"No, silly, I have to change you guys into some wet diapers."
	"HUH????" asked Jamie. This just seemed so opposite to the boys. 
It sure didn't make any sense to get changed out of a perfectly dry 
diaper into a wet one without having all the warm and exciting feelings 
that naturally occur when you actually make wee wee in your diaper. 
Walking back to the changing room seemed to be a waste of valuable time 
since they all had the ability to make their diapers wet on their own. 
Christine told them to knock it off with all the questions and just 
keep walking. Before the last boy in line was given those instructions 
he decided to take matters into his own rainmaker. The dark-haired Ian 
had stopped cold in his tracks in the middle of the aisle. The eleven 
year old was already about to pee and now he was looking down at the 
front of his DIPE like a fascinated four year old as the first squirts 
of fresh warm pee invaded his thirsty diaper. The wet spot appeared 
after about a two second delay and began to spread. It was not a big 
spot at first as it continued to expand slowly. Then another gush that 
was a little longer and powerful was released and the spot grew bigger 
as he felt some trickle down towards his marbles. That sensation caused 
his muscles to freely give in and now he was peeing like any other boy 
his age. Only difference was he wasn't making a splashing sound with 
his pee pee hitting water a few feet away. Instead a steady hissing 
sound was muffled through a thick diaper that was easily containing the 
flood within it's plastic outer shell of the disposable. Jamie looked 
back and told Christine that they needed to wait up for Ian.
	"Why is he dragging behind?", she asked.
	"Give you one guess!!", announced Timmy.
	"BOYS! BOYS!! BOYS! What is it about boys that makes them think 
that going wee wee in their pants is the greatest thing on Earth?" the 
blonde bombshell asked as she turned around and motioned for Ian to 
catch up. The dark haired youngster broke into a run as he hurried to 
catch up to the group.
	"Ian, honey, you weren't supposed to do that just yet," she told 
him as she looked down and saw that he was indeed a very wet boy. The 
kids and Christine arrived back to the changing room moments later. 
Christine knew that changing three boys was going to take a little time 
so she decided to do them like an assembly line. While the boys were 
told to sit on a bench, she opened a fresh package of DIPES and spread 
three out on the changing pad as she turned it 90 degrees to 
accommodate her plans. Then she filled a beaker up with saline solution 
and proceeded to warm it up on a heater that wouldn't cause the boys to 
go into shock. Christine's plan was about to be met with a dilemma. As 
Jamie's and Timmy's bladders were under some pressure, the blonde young 
woman couldn't seem to find what she was looking for. She couldn't find 
the coloring tablets that would give the water she was warming a 
yellowish tint. Little did she know that earlier while she was 
diapering Ian that Jamie had picked them up and had flicked them at his 
younger brother. Now there was no telling where they had rolled off. 
When Jamie confessed to his crime Christine told them that she guessed 
they would have to go with the back up plan.
	"What's that?" quizzed Timmy.
	"Looks like you guys will have to do it manually."
	"HUH?" asked Jamie.
	"Just make pee pee in your diapers like Ian," she instructed. The 
brothers thought she would never ask as they could almost feel the 
relief coming. Like Ian, the boys stood up and began to take aim. While 
Christine gathered up the diapers that were going to not have any use 
at this time, the brothers let loose at almost the same time. Many of 
times the boys would see who could wet first. Kind of like the game you 
play as a kid when you pretend to be a cowboy and see who is the 
quickest at drawing their guns. Of course you need a referee and Ian 
just got into position to make the call out of pure instinct. This was 
one diaper game where the watching was equally as fun as the 
participants. According to Ian, the younger Timmy was the first to pee 
into his diaper.
	Later, Jamie protested and Ian admitted it was close but the 
younger kid was declared the fair winner. As the pee pee filled the 
brothers diapers a sigh of relief emitted form each youngster's ruby 
red lips. Although Timmy was the first to break water, the older Jamie 
peed just a little longer. The wetness in the seat of Timmy's diaper 
was barely wicking up the back. Ian's was quite noticeable and Jamie's 
was more soggy than both of the younger kids. Christine finished her 
cleanup and asked if the boys were ready to take care of their wetting. 
Ian informed her that waiting for either of his friend's to make wee 
wee was like asking a fat kid if they could manage to eat another piece 
of cake. Now it was up to Christine to inspect the damage that boy had 
done to his DIPE.
	She liked the way Timmy's diaper looked. It had that distinct 
wet/dry line one quarter up the back and was slightly separated in the 
crotch area. She couldn't have done better with the scientific fake pee 
that she had failed to prepare. Ian's had a very nice wet look to it. 
Since he was wetter longer the diaper had that more sunken in look in 
front. The back had a nice moon shape to it where he sat down on the 
bench and pressed his butt cheeks down onto the wet diaper. She pulled 
back on it so it wouldn't look as flat. Ian loved the feeling of the 
young woman tugging and prodding the back of his diaper. It made him 
giggle. Jamie's diaper was just not too her liking. It was wicked with 
pee pee half way up the back.
	While it was nice to be able to see that the boys diaper was wet, 
the company didn't want them to appear that they might leak. She 
likewise prodded her next victim all around but still couldn't get it 
to look satisfactory. Christine instructed the boys to remain standing 
while she went to see if they had any spare tablets of yellow coloring. 
Once Jamie saw that a new diaper was inevitable he pointed to a tablet 
that had rolled into the corner. Christine then put the tablet into the 
beaker of warm saline solution and it was now just a matter of it 
dissolving.
	A fresh DIPE was prepared. Jamie soon found his twelve year old 
rear end gracing Harry Potter's face and the woman quickly ripped open 
his diaper. Unlike their dad that gave long nurturing diaper changes 
full of kisses, Christine was ripping open tapes, removing the diaper, 
and replacing the new one and refastening the tapes as if she was a pit 
crew member for the Indy 500. It sure felt weird having a pre-soaked 
diaper pulled up between Jamie's tender legs. A few quick measurements 
and thorough diaper inspection and it was now time to get back to work.
	Jamie felt as if he had been ripped off. He knew that while his 
diaper was wet that his two buddies had the real thing in their 
diapers. The hint of the perfume mixing with their boy pee made him 
jealous. Back at the shoot they were asked to do exactly the same set 
ups as before. They had their playful sword fights as the cameras 
rolled and photos were taken in rapid fire succession. The final pose 
was that of all three of them mooning the camera man with their 
diapered butts. This signified "The End" to the movie clip. It also 
served a good magazine release where on one side they were proudly 
announcing that they defied underpants. On the other side it was to 
read "To the End." Since diapers are supposed to feel uncomfortable, 
this would look very good if the boys looked very happy about their wet 
condition. The public was going to be led to believe that they couldn't 
even tell they were wet, though the truth was which of the boys were 
wet and they were all enjoying that feeling much better than a dry 
DIPE.
	Their tryout was now over. They greeted their parents and each 
one had two sample packs of DIPES to carry out with them. While the 
shoot had been a lot of fun the boys could hardly wait to get back home 
and get diapered like big baby boys. Ian's mom asked her son if he 
wanted to go to McDonald's to eat. Ian didn't want to go. He was 
wanting to go straight home so he could show off his diapers to his 
loving momma. The brothers dad suggested that they could all go to 
McDonalds.
	"How would you guys like to play in the indoor playground today?" 
The kids eyes widened as they could imagine following each other 
through the tunnels with DIPES sticking out the tops of their shorts 
just like the little toddlers that usually played there. Timmy 
commented, "I wonder how many diapers go through those tubes each day?"
	Jamie laughed and said, "maybe a hundred."
	Ian stated, "But I bet we'll be the first with DIPES on our 
butts."

Part 4- Danny

	It was very late in the day as I looked through 36 applications. 
It was a hard decision. I knew that I was only limited to a few more 
interviews and I didn't want to pass up on the perfect boy without 
getting a firsthand look. To this point the first three interviews had 
yielded some very unique results.
	Trip was an absolute knockout from a looks standpoint. He was the 
perfect age of eleven and had beautiful blonde hair that most any girl 
would envy. The only knock against him was he looked a little shy and 
our product was one that had to be delivered with full confidence.
	Nicky had the perfect demeanor in that area. He had the 
confidence that gave you the impression that he could walk out in the 
street with just a DIPE on and dare someone to say anything. While 
Nicky was a big-time cutie, he just looked a little too tough. His 
Massachusetts accent limited him to just being a photo boy if selected.
	The last three boys were something else. They were cute enough 
and confident, but the knock on them was that they didn't follow 
directions and almost drove Christine crazy. Like Nicky before them, 
their Texas drawl would limit them strictly to photos. I really had not 
taken into account the significance of the audio qualities.
	I had been more preoccupied with finding the most adorable boy 
out there visually that had the confidence that wearing diapers was the 
most normal thing for any kid no matter what the reason. Now that I was 
more aware of the audio part, I had no choice but to be very careful 
about considering any boy that hailed from the deep South or had a New 
England, or New York/Jersey tone in his voice. I had six possible 
California candidates, five from other western states and eight from 
the Midwest. On paper the boy that looked the best was from Alabama but 
I just knew I would be faced with the same dilemma as the previous two 
candidates so I passed.
	The boy that really caught my attention the most was a kid named 
Danny. He was nine years old. Nothing spectacular jumped out about his 
looks on paper. Brown hair, brown eyes and average build that leaned 
slightly to the pudgy side. Being that he lived in Idaho, I felt that 
his speech would be safe. He made good grades, so following directions 
might be fine. The thing that really stood out to me was he wore 
diapers fulltime and the reason listed was he simply loved them. My 
eyebrows raised as I added up the situation. He goes to public school 
and he wears diapers fulltime. YEAH RIGHT. I guess it was to be 
expected that someone would submit a false application.
	I moved on to the California boys as I tossed Danny's application 
out of the way. The only one of them that was a fulltime diaper wearer 
was homeschooled. I just wasn't impressed with any of them and I found 
myself staring at Danny's application. The thought hit my mind. "If 
this boy wears diapers to school simply because he loves them, he has 
to bleed confidence." No picture was submitted either, raised my 
curiosity. He sounded like as average as they get in looks, but then 
again, maybe this wasn't such a bad thing. After all, we were trying to 
capture the average boy that needs bigger diapers. Just because he had 
average looks on paper didn't mean he wouldn't be cute. I decided that 
I better call this family before I look any harder.
	The phone rang and a young girl of about twelve answered. I asked 
if her mom was there and she asked me who was calling instead. I 
informed her that I was the advertising director for DIPES and I was 
calling to ask her mom a few questions about Danny. She said that her 
mom wasn't home but started saying "Danny will be so excited" over and 
over. To me it sounded like she was the one who was excited. I even 
heard her yell, "Hey Danny, Guess What!!" I laughed to myself as she 
carried on. You would have thought Ed McMahon had called in behalf of 
Publisher's Clearinghouse. I then asked her to take a message and write 
down my number and have her mom call me back. She then volunteered to 
tell me everything I needed to know about Danny but I opted to wait for 
her mom to call me.
The next day his mom called. I told her I was the advertising director 
for DIPES and we were considering Danny, but I needed some 
clarification on some items on his resume. I asked her if Danny liked 
school. "Oh yes", she replied.
	"So he goes to public school there?"
	"Oh yes," she said.
	"Now, it says here that he wears diapers fulltime. Is that 
correct?"
	"I'm afraid so," she revealed.
	"So, are you telling me that Danny even wears them to school?" I 
quizzed.
	"I'm afraid so," was her answer to that one, too. I couldn't 
believe what I had just heard. Danny's mom had just verified what I 
thought was simply too good to be true.
	Now that I was intrigued, I just had to hear the story behind 
Danny. His mom started by telling me that he was the youngest child and 
had two older sisters. Their potty training was very typical and fairly 
easy. Danny, on the other hand, was a mom's worst nightmare when it 
came to giving up his diapers. She had tried when he was three but he 
was as stubborn as they come. "We would take them away and he cry and 
cry and cry. This was usually shortly followed by an accident in his 
undies."
	She decided to give it a few more months but it was still the 
same. "We tried everything. Big boy undies, Cheerios in the potty, you 
name it. As kindergarten neared I was about to panic. My mom suggested 
putting several pairs of undies on him and throw away all the diapers 
'til he got the hang of it. Danny did settle down some as far as the 
crying and pleading for diapers, but he refused to sit on the potty and 
he just did whatever whenever in his thick layers of undies. We even 
let him go around for long periods with stinky pants hoping that he 
wouldn't like the feeling, but he would go on without a care in the 
world."
	I then said, "Wow that must have been a lot of work on you."
	"Well luckily, his sisters help me out with that and change him 
now," she admitted.
	"Are they OK with diapering him?" I asked.
	"They actually like having a real baby brother so I just shake my 
head," she admitted.
	"So, what does the school think about Danny wearing diapers?" I 
just had to ask.
	"Well at first we just explained that he had a damaged nerve and 
was incontinent, plus he never goes stinky in them at school.
	"Does he get teased about wearing diapers?" I asked.
	"Sometimes, but the teachers try to keep an eye on him when those 
situations arise. Most of his friends just accept that he has to wear 
diapers, so to them they would think it strange if he showed up wearing 
undies under his clothes," she commented.
	"Lately he has started drawing cute pictures of boys in diapers," 
she added.
	"You're kidding!" I commented. I had already heard all I needed 
to know about Danny. It was very evident that this was possibly the 
most hardcore diaper-boy in the country. All I could do now was hope 
that he was cute.
	One week passed and Danny's family came knocking at the door. I 
was only expecting our little diaper boy and his mom but his sisters 
came along to provide moral support. The interview part was basically 
skipped since I had already heard his life story. I just asked Danny a 
few unimportant questions just to get him used to talking. To my 
surprise, Danny came off as rather shy and a bit timid. Every time I 
would ask him a question his sister Cindy wanted to answer.
	"I hear you are quite the little artist," was one of the 
questions. I was surprised that he revealed that he was also keeping a 
diary. It was apparent that Danny was a very sweet and sensitive child. 
He was very lucky to live in a family that cultivated his softer side 
rather than prohibiting it.
	"Do you play Little League?" I asked.
	"No, I really don't like sports much," he said.
	"So what do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.
	"I dunno, maybe a doctor or something that involves diapers," he 
said. I suggested that maybe he could become a pediatrician and have 
the best of both worlds. Danny was incredibly smart for his age. He 
knew the definition of pediatrician and cracked a funny quip that gave 
me a good look into his wonderful personality.
	"YEAH that would be so cool if a mom came to see me about her 3 
year old son still being in diapers and wondering if something was 
wrong."
	"Oh yeah? What would Dr. Danny prescribe?" I quizzed.
	"Buy two jumbo packs of Huggies and call me when he goes through 
them."
	"OK, when he uses up the Huggies, then what?", I asked. Danny 
said he would advise three jumbo packs of Luvs and call me when they 
are full. I had to dare ask, "what then?"
	"Buy four mega size count Pampers size 6 and call me when they 
are used."
	I could detect a trend here so I had to amuse myself as all the 
women in this sweet boy's life were laughing as well.
	"OK it's like this---I'd tell her that her boy needs to wear 
diapers until he says stop."
	"OK serious question now Danny--When are you going to say STOP?"
	"NEVER! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
	His mom then said, "Do you understand now what we hear in Danny?"
	I admitted that I had a very good idea. Not only did we have a 
big-time diaper-boy before us, but he was a real cutie as well. In 
fact, a close resemblance of Alex D. Linz, just with glasses. Of course 
Danny's glasses could be removed easily enough. Then again maybe we 
wouldn't want to remove them. The glasses gave him that Harry Potter 
look. Very ironic that of all the boys we had viewed to this point, 
Danny held an eerie resemblance to the boy that has become unbelievably 
popular to boys his age and older. In fact DIPES was hoping to cash in 
on the Harry Potter theme by having him and his magical world on the 
tape strip of their babyishly designed diapers that would soon be 
available in big kid sizes.
	Danny's hair was more of a lighter brown than dark brown. When 
you got right down to thinking about it the boy that played Harry 
Potter wasn't exactly your typical boy model and he was as loved as any 
child superstar of our time. Another neat thing about Danny's looks was 
his clothes. Not exactly typical of today's young boys. He was wearing 
baby blue shorts that almost fully exposed his thighs. The legs were 
loose. They looked like they were even designed to fit over an older 
boy's diapers while giving him that four-year-old look. The neatest 
thing about these cute shorts was it exposed his diapers. I could tell 
that he was wearing plastic pants since they were clearly visible 
through the legholes.
	Danny sat there slumping down in his chair with his legs spread 
wide apart. His shorts also gave a big diaper bulge look. Anyone could 
tell that this boy was obviously diapered. My guess was he was wearing 
several pinned together. He also was wearing a dark blue casual shirt 
that wasn't tucked in. It only came down just below the top of his 
shorts. No doubt when Danny bent over you could get a good look at his 
diapers in back that couldn't possibly be confined within his shorts. 
Brown sandals exposed the cutest little boy feet you could imagine. His 
skin had a medium color.
	It was now time to take our young star to see Christine. His 
sisters wanted to accompany him to the changing room and were 
permitted. They wanted to diaper their baby brother but Christine made 
them sit and observe. She had him lay on the blue changing pad. Danny's 
shirt and sandals were the first articles to be removed. The girls 
watched in giddy excitement as the young lady inserted her fingers 
inside Danny's waistband to remove his shorts.
	"Oh you are adorable!" she commented upon discovering that Danny 
was wearing good old-fashioned cloth diapers covered by plastic pants. 
On her other diaperings, Christine had discovered underwear and diapers 
of every style but this was clearly her favorite outside the baby DIPES 
about to grace the little star's fanny.
	"Uh oh, looks like Danny gone pee pee in him dipee," in baby-talk 
fitting to what the average two year old might expect. Young Danny's 
plastic pants had that yellowish color that was adhered to the wet 
diapers beneath. His sister's giggled because they loved talking baby 
to Danny as well. This kid really ate it up, too. His grin was so wide 
he was about to bust a cheek. His plastic pants were removed and his 
diaper was quite wet. It was a good thing that five Birdseye diapers 
had been installed under Cindy's brother's butt by her. He had double 
wetted in his pants and the large coke at McDonald's didn't help any. 
Danny's pudgy little tummy made him look just like a wiggly toddler 
boy. His blue teddy bear diaper pins were removed and the wad of soaked 
sweet smelling cloth was slid out from beneath his rear. Then Christine 
lovingly took the Huggies baby wipes and cleaned the incredibly cute 
boy as if she was her own natural son. Danny's older sisters giggled 
with delight. Any other boy his age might have been mortified at the 
happenings but Danny was loving and savoring every aspect.
	Then Christine reached into the pack of open diapers and pulled 
out a DIPE. This was the biggest yet babyish looking diaper Danny and 
his sisters had ever seen. She tantalized the youngster by waiving it 
slowly in front of him as she continued the baby talk.
	"Does widdle boy want a fresh diaper?" Danny could smell the 
perfume and shook his head with short quick snaps of approval.
	"Now you can be a Harry Potty pants boy!", Danny's oldest sister 
exclaimed, causing all the girls to giggle, including the gorgeous 
Christine. The diaper was unfolded and spread out. All it needed now 
was a cute boy's fanny to invade the comfy confines. Danny obliged and 
Christine pulled the sides and taped them to the main body of the 
diaper along the Harry Potter tape strip.
	It had been a couple of years since Danny had experienced a 
genuine baby disposable diaper and he was now in heaven. The last time 
had occurred when he was almost seven on a long car trip and it wasn't 
as big as it should have been. Christine took the fitting measurements 
and declared him ready to shoot. She instructed him to stay dry until 
it was over. Cindy chimed in and said, "Yeah Danny don't be a pissy 
boy!" her older sister told her to not say that word or she would tell 
mom on her.
	Danny was taken out to visit us briefly before moving on. His mom 
hugged him and told him that he was absolutely precious. She rubbed her 
hand over the plastic baby diaper backing. While caressing the form of 
her only son's diaper covered butt, she said that she thought they 
would have the cloth-like feel of the baby diapers on the market today. 
I explained that the reason was that kids her son's age never wore that 
kind and that they want their diapers to be an exact duplication of the 
baby diapers that they wore as a rule. Danny just loved the crinkle 
sound of his kid-sized Pampers. His mom said, "I guess we'll end up 
going broke buying DIPES if he loves them better than his cloth 
diapers." I told her that the good news was he was guaranteed a 
lifetime supply for being a candidate. She informed me that we would be 
the one's going broke cause Danny could sure use them up fast.
	Danny was very excited when they broke out a BMX bike.
	"Is this for me?", he shouted. That was confirmed but Danny was 
told that they needed to take some pics of him and the bike first. 
Danny was given a blue long-sleeved lycra top with red and white 
wording. The kid asked, "Is this it?" Then he was handed a helmet but 
was instructed to not put it on and to just hold it to his side. Then 
he was told to suck in his tummy and smile and the flash went off and 
the sound of, "GREAT! Let's take another" invaded his ears before he 
knew what was happening.
	It then occurred to Danny that they were taking pictures of him 
in an exposed DIPE and he then got tickled. This was better than the 
dream he imagined of being selected to be a diaper model. Then he was 
instructed to mount the bike and ride it around a natural background as 
the movie cameras rolled. After that part was over Danny was instructed 
to read off a cue as he stood there assuming his first pose. "SOMETIMES 
WHEN YOU ARE IN COMPETITIVE BIKE RIDING YOU CAN'T MAKE A NEEDED PIT 
STOP."
	Everyone was highly impressed with Diaper Danny and now it was 
time to go back and get him in a wet diaper. Christine demanded that he 
make a real potty stop and Danny was complying to everyone's wishes. It 
seemed so unfair to not be allowed to pee in his very first disposable 
baby diaper in years but he figured there would be another chance.
	After coming out of the hated bathroom Christine laid him down on 
a diaper that contained warm yellowish food coloring. He was taped up 
and his sisters teased him for peeing in his diaper though that was 
hardly the case this time. Back at the photo shoot the kid was put 
through the exact same scenarios. the only difference was he was 
wearing what looked like a wet diaper. The kid's hair was wetted with 
plain water so that it appeared that he had been sweating from all the 
bike riding. At the end he got to read the final part to his cue. As 
the brown haired cute youngster smiled exposing brilliantly white 
teeth, he read, "BUT WHEN YOU ARE IN THE WINNER'S CIRCLE, NO ONE LOOKS 
DOWN TO NOTICE HOW YOU DID IT, AND I'M NOT TELLING, EITHER."
	With that everything was complete. Danny had been a huge success. 
It was now back to Idaho to await the call to fame. As the family 
boarded the plane Danny experienced his first pee pee in his brand new 
DIPE. He could hardly wait to sit down and enjoy the feeling. He 
noticed a diapered 3 year old in front of them. He wondered if that kid 
really wore undies but was protected only for the plane. This 9 year 
old smiled because he knew that the plane trip was not the end of his 
diapers. Only a BRAND new beginning.

Part 5

	It was a hard choice, but the winner of the diaper modeling 
candidates turned out to be Danny. He just came off as the most natural 
boy to wear exposed babyish diapers on our national advertising 
campaign. The staff could really tell that he loved wearing diapers 
from the way his eyes lit up. The camera had verified our own instincts 
about this special little boy from Idaho.
	To make sure that Dipes got out on the right foot or should I say 
cheek, the parent company Pampers had allowed us to ink a celebrity boy 
to go along with our All-American Diaper Boy. Pampers decided to invest 
in the Dipes campaign full tilt. No longer the only choice of baby 
diapers, Pampers was now hoping to corner the bigger kid market and 
blow Goodnights off the map for good. The data that was gathered 
suggested that the average kid that needed diapers thought that baby 
diapers were far cuter than adult diapers, Molicares and Goodnights.
	The first part of the business was to call up Danny's parents and 
let them know that he was the choice and that his family would be 
receiving all the perks that went with his winning. Danny's mom was 
overwhelmed that her son was going to be on TV and in magazines. She 
knew that Danny would be so excited he'd probably wet his pants. It was 
a good thing that he would be fully protected when he would receive the 
wonderful news. His sisters would probably go nuts as well when told 
about their little brother about to become a star. When I told her that 
the family would be furnished with a brand new one million dollar home 
in Beverly Hills she couldn't believe it. Dipes was going to require 
the family to move away from Idaho so that they would be on location 
for Danny's commercials. She and her husband would be given other 
financial support until they settled into new jobs in the Southern 
California area. All these years of changing a nine year old boy's 
diaper was about to pay off big time for the family of five.
	While Danny's family prepared for the future, I had to move on 
and get into contact with the agent of the celebrity boy that we had 
selected to act with Danny. Haley-Joel Osment was our choice. He was 
the perfect age and his light brownish blonde hair and plump cheeks 
made him look like you wouldn't expect anything but a diaper to grace 
his tiny bottom. In fact Haley had not even done a live model for us, 
but we knew that he had a nice body to accentuate a Harry Potter 
cartooned diaper for kids his age. All we knew was that we had sent out 
several letters to the most pronounced child stars and his came back 
expressing a strong interest. We didn't know it, but Haley-Joel had 
even admitted to his agent that still wore diapers on occasion and 
wasn't the least bit ashamed to admit it. The child star even wore 
diapers during the filming of Star Wars and The Sixth Sense.
	After dinner that night, Danny's mom explained the wonderful news 
with her husband and the kids. Danny started bouncing around like a 
rubber ball when he learned that he was the All-American Diaper Boy. 
His sisters wouldn't have been more excited if they were named Ms USA. 
Danny started running around the house screaming "YES" before his mom 
could get to the even more surprising news of the family moving to 
Beverly Hills. It was a no-brainer and within a couple of weeks the 
family was packed up and ready for a new chapter in their lives.
	Upon arriving at their new residence the whole family was 
awestruck. It was bigger than they had imagined. Danny was the last to 
get out of the family car. The whole trip he had been sandwiched in 
between his two older sisters in the back seat. This was so that both 
of them could make equal fuss over their special little baby brother. 
Unlike his sisters who were attired in very short shorts for the 
southern California climate, the boy was dressed only in a blue striped 
casual shirt and an exposed diaper. He was diapered up thickly for the 
long car ride from Idaho. The nine year old's plastic pants really 
poofed out from the five cloth diapers pinned to his fanny. Fortunately 
for the family in their close confines he was only a wet boy. While the 
rest of the family had made potty breaks along the way, Danny had the 
option of doing it anywhere and at anytime. Twice he had peed in his 
diaper while his sisters had engaged him in a tickle war. Danny loved 
to instigate tickle wars, because he knew that his stronger, more savvy 
siblings would get the best of him and before it was all over his 
diaper would be getting warmed up in a fun way. Danny emerged from the 
car last just like the star he was about to become. His plastic pants 
had that look of adhering to a wet diaper underneath. They were 
slightly discolored as well. Then they were met by the real estate 
agent. Danny was somewhat shy about being seen in an exposed diaper in 
front of a total stranger that for all he knew was not connected to the 
DIPES people. When the lady exclaimed "Oh my God, that is the cutest 
little boy I have ever seen", the boy started hamming it up as if it 
was the most natural thing for a boy his age to be seen in a diaper. 
"Wow plastic pants, I hadn't seen them on a kid in years." Southern 
California seemed like the perfect place to be for a preteen baby like 
Danny. He could hardly wait to see his room. Unfortunately for Danny he 
had to wait until the whole house was demonstrated. He kept anxiously 
asking, "Where's my room?" Cindy came back with "Don't pee in your 
pants, Danny we'll see it." The quick minded boy said, "Too late on 
that one", which caused everyone to laugh. Then the lady opened the 
door to the best boy's room in the USA. The wall paper was done in 
Disney. His bed had protective rails, just like a crib. A changing 
table built to fit a teenager was right in front of the window. The 
carpet was also done in Harry Potter. He had surround sound and an 
entertainment center to die for. Then the lady told Danny's sisters to 
go downstairs for a moment. Then she instructed Danny to hop up on the 
changing table. His blood pulsed as he saw the underneath was stocked 
with more DIPES than he had ever seen in one place. OK dear now say "Uh 
oh, I'm wet" Danny did as she instructed. He could hear his sisters 
giggling downstairs and there running up the steps to their baby 
brother's room. "Did you hear?" the lady asked. "Yeah Danny apparently 
has gone pee pee in him dipee" in a babyish voice his older sister 
acknowledged. Now the lady had shown the family everything and it was 
now time for her to go. All that was left now was for the family to 
unpack their belongings. Danny wanted to be lazy and just enjoy his new 
room.