BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 21
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Tommy woke up on Christmas morning and he looked outside through
the bars on his crib to watch the snow falling outside the window, even
though his obscured vision without his glasses on made it difficult to
see the individual flakes. He felt so warm and cozy in his new crib. He
rolled around in his wet diapers and he couldn't wait for someone to
come into his room and change him into clean, dry diapers.
A few minutes later Nancy appeared in her pajamas.
"How did you like your crib?" she asked Tommy.
"I like it," Tommy said with a smile. "I slept like, well, a
baby."
"You should, it is a crib," Nancy replied, reciprocating Tommy's
smile, "and, well, I'd say at this point you're pretty close to being a
baby, anyway."
Nancy released the gate on Tommy's crib and she let him out of it.
Assuming that Tommy was wet, she proceeded with his diaper change. The
changing table hadn't yet been built, and Tommy's old bed was now
dismantled and sitting out in the garage. Their mother was still asleep
in her bed. This left using either Nancy's bed or using the floor for
Tommy's diaper change. Nancy didn't want to be handling dirty diapers in
her bedroom and stinking it up, so she changed Tommy on the floor of his
own bedroom.
"Do you want to wear your pants today while everyone else is
here?" Nancy asked Tommy. She needed to know so that if Tommy was going
to want to wear his pants, she would only diaper him to a level that
would still allow his pants to fit.
"I don't think you'll need them, unless you and Adam go out and
play in the snow," Nancy said to encourage Tommy to just remain in his
diapers as she enjoyed looking at him like this.
"Adam will be on crutches," Tommy reminded Nancy. "I don't think
he'll be going outside."
"Oh yeah, duuuh!" Nancy said, mocking her own lapse in thinking.
"Well, Grandma and Grandpa didn't seem to mind that you were in
your diapers at their house last Thanksgiving, and everybody knows you
wear them, and if Adam sees you in them, he'll feel more comfortable
about having to wear diapers."
Tommy could very clearly sense that Nancy wanted to see him go
around in just his diapers. He didn't feel that there was any reason for
him to have pants on, so he opted to go in just his diapers like he had
gotten accustomed to wearing.
"If I sense that anyone doesn't like seeing you in diapers, then
I'll reduce the diapers and have you wear your pants. Besides, I'm sure
you'll be needing a change by then, anyway."
At this time, Nancy stacked up the usual bulky load of diapers for
Tommy to wear. She unpinned his dirty set of diapers and she was faced
with having to clean up his poopy bum again. A few minutes later, Tommy
was cleaned up, pinned up, and diapered up. She toted Tommy's dirty
diapers into the bathroom so she could dump the excess poop into the
toilet and to wash her hands.
"Let's go see what Santa brought us!" Nancy said as Tommy followed
her to the living room. As they only had a wood stove, they hung the
stockings on its pipe, which they felt was the best they could do
without having a real fireplace.
The scene at Marvin's house was not as quiet. By 9:00 A.M. the
whole family was awake and eating breakfast. The boys were both in their
high chairs being fed their bacon and eggs, still sitting in their dirty
diapers. While Max was being fed by his mother, she was talking on the
phone to her own mother, who was calling from the motel she was staying
in.
"Grandma said she'd be here any minute," their mother said as she
hung up the phone. "Heidi, go get the boys changed and dressed."
"Dressed?" Marvin questioned. "You mean, pants, too?"
"Yes, your grandmother probably wouldn't approve of seeing you two
boys romping around in your diapers," she said. "Especially after what
happened last time she visited."
"Aww, she knows about us now, doesn't she?" Marvin asked. "That me
and Max are still in diapers?"
"We discussed this already," their mother said. "As far as she
knows, you two are toilet trained, so don't let her see your room, and
keep her out of the washroom. It's been five years since she last
visited for Christmas because of all this, and she's probably going to
be upset since this is her first Christmas without Grandpa, so we need
to be as accommodating as we can."
Marvin and Max went into their bedroom and they took their turns
as Heidi changed them, diapered them, and this time, dressed them in
their overalls.
"I'll have to change you more often today, I can't diaper you as
heavily since we don't want Grandma to see that you two still wear
diapers."
"Okay," the boys grudgingly accepted.
"What if Grandma does find out?" Marvin asked. "There's stuff all
over the house. Just about everywhere you look you see diaper pins lying
around, and this house must really smell bad to others who aren't used
to it."
"She'll blame the smells on Dad," Heidi said.
"What happened last time Grandma was here?" Max asked Heidi. "I
don't remember everything, but Grandma was really mad."
"That was five years ago," she explained to Max while she started
cleaning up his messy bottom.
"Marvin was seven and you were five, and I was nine. She threw a
fit because you and Marvin were still in diapers, especially Marvin,
since he was seven back then. She nagged Mom constantly to get you two
into some rehabilitation facility or something like that and have you
guys toilet trained."
"I remember," Marvin commented. "She asked me, 'Why can't you use
the toilet like a big boy?' And I said, 'because I don't want to.'"
"It really ruined things then, and it's been a rough year for
Grandma, so let's be really nice to her, okay?" Heidi asked her brother.
"Okay," the boys said to her in unison.
Shortly after the boys were dressed, the doorbell chimed upon
their grandmother's arrival. There was the usual exchange of hugs and
kisses. Marvin become worried when his grandmother hugged him and he
feared that she would detect his diapers underneath his pants. She
didn't notice his diapers nor Max's and she moved on to greet the
others.
"Hello, mother," Marvin's father greeted her nervously. To his
surprise, she was actually being nice, and she even offered him a hug,
which was rare.
"How was the motel?" he asked her, trying to make small talk and
to break the impenetrable ice.
"It was clean, comfortable, I slept okay," she replied.
"Just to let you know, mother," her daughter Rita said, "you are
always welcome to stay here if you want."
"Oh no, dear, that's okay. You don't have the room for me, and,
well, I just think it works better this way."
"Yeah, I agree," Roger thought to himself.
After their grandmother got settled down, she reported that she
needed to use the restroom.
"It's right upstairs," Rita directed her. After she came out of
the bathroom, she questioned the sticker on the toilet lid that read "NO
BOYS ALLOWED."
"What's the 'no boys allowed' sticker on the toilet for?" the
grandmother asked, becoming highly suspicious of the boys still being in
diapers.
"Oh, uh, we just never took it off of there," Rita said nervously.
"After we moved in, Heidi stuck it on there, just before the boys were
taken into therapy, and toilet trained." Rita looked at Roger, who
winked approvingly.
"So take the sticker off, already!" she said, returning to her
usual grouchy self.
"Well, since the boys leave the lid up all the time, we never see
it!" Rita remarked, attempting to further conceal the fact that the boys
were still in diapers.
"Yeah, we don't mind the boys leaving the lid up, since they are
using the toilet now," Roger said. His mother-in-law could sense that
something didn't seem right to her.
"Are those boys back in diapers again?" she asked Rita and Roger
accusingly, sensing that Marvin and Max were wearing diapers. "And it
sure does smell in this house!"
"No mother, they're not in diapers," Rita lied convincingly. "And
even if they were in diapers, why would it matter, mother?"
"Well, I hope they're not in diapers! I'd just hate to see the
boys become like their father!"
"Here we go," Roger grumbled to himself, sighing and rolling his
eyes.
***
Back at Tommy's house, the other guests had arrived by noon. The
first to arrive were their grandparents, who were surprised somewhat at
Tommy's lack of modesty, but more surprised that he was diapered so
heavily.
"Where are your britches, kiddo?" his grandmother asked him after
giving him a hug and gently pinching his face. Tommy didn't know what to
say, but his mother spoke instead.
"That's usually all he wears," she said rather apologetically. "He
has some pants that he can wear, though."
"Oh, that's all right," the grandmother said, not minding that
Tommy was only in his diapers. "But he sure is wearing a lot of thick
diapers there," she commented as she patted Tommy's behind. "Any reason
why?"
"Tommy just likes wearing his diapers that way," his mother said.
"I'm just glad he's adjusted so well to wearing them, he doesn't mind at
all now."
"Well, I can see why you can't wear your britches with *those*
thick diapers!" Tommy's grandfather remarked to him.
Just a few minutes later, Tommy's Aunt Judy and Uncle Mike showed
up with Adam. Tommy watched from the front window as Adam was assisted
up to the door. He was set down on the couch, next to Tommy.
"How are you doing, Adam?" Tommy asked him, noting that his diaper
showed above the back of his pants.
"Fine," he said in a low voice.
"Well, from the sounds of it, you're not fine," Tommy said.
"I hafta spend Christmas break on those stupid crutches!", Adam
complained as he pointed to the set that his father carried in and
leaned up against the wall. "I was in a wheelchair at first."
"I went through almost the same thing you did not too long ago,"
Tommy said to Adam. "I hated it, too, and I didn't think I'd ever get
used to wearing diapers again. Come on, it's Christmas! You're gonna get
lots of neat toys and stuff!" Tommy said to cheer up his cousin.
"Why aren't you wearing any pants?" Adam asked Tommy as he looked
down at his well-diapered crotch.
"Do you think any pants could fit over these diapers?" Tommy asked
Adam rhetorically.
"Why are you in such a big diaper?" Adam asked Tommy.
"Why are you asking me about my diapers?" Tommy replied back,
sensing that Adam might have been exhibiting the first stages of
becoming aroused by diapers.
"It's just a big diaper," Adam said. "It's really thick."
"Actually," Tommy said, "it's *several* big diapers. Look at all
these layers in my crotch," he pointed out as he spread his legs apart.
He showed Adam the multi-layered cloth bunched up in his crotch.
Adam felt awkward about the way Tommy was showing off his diapers,
though Adam did continue to look even after Tommy closed his legs again,
at least a far as he could close them.
"Hey, let's go play on the Internet until we eat," Tommy
suggested.
"Okay," Adam said as he really didn't feel like doing much of
anything. Adam was so much different now than he was on Thanksgiving
when he wanted to play outside in the snow.
When Tommy got up from the couch he deliberately scooted his butt into
Adam's face just so Adam could get a good glimpse at how heavily
diapered Tommy was. Tommy then helped Adam up from the couch and got him
over to the chair by the computer.
Just as Tommy was getting signed on, his Uncle Mike came up to
him.
"So how ya' doin', Tommy?" his uncle asked him as he extended his
hand.
"I'm doing okay, Uncle Mike," Tommy said as they shook hands.
"You obviously aren't so shy about letting your diapers show," his
Uncle said. Tommy began to wonder if perhaps he should get some pants on
now. He couldn't easily interpret the nature of his uncle's remark as he
delivered it in a rather neutral tone.
"Now don't you boys start going to those dirty web sites," Uncle
Mike warned them. Tommy felt even more uncertain about whether to let
his cousin see the diaper web pages that he was about to bring up on the
screen as his uncle may consider this as one of the "dirty web sites."
After a couple minutes had passed, Tommy's uncle was sitting in front of
the television and preoccupied with watching football along with the
grandfather. Aunt Judy was busy showing Nancy her photo albums, and
Tommy's mother and grandmother were in the kitchen together preparing
the big Christmas dinner.
"Wanna see something neat?" Tommy asked Adam.
"Yeah, show me," he said with just a hint of enthusiasm, an
improvement over when he had first arrived.
A few seconds later the screen filled up with the images of Tommy
and Marvin in their diapers. along with pictures of Nancy in her regular
clothes.
"That's a picture of you!" Adam said, and you're in your diapers!
"Shhh, not too loud," Tommy warned Adam. "Your dad may not like
what I'm showing you."
"Who's that other kid?" Adam asked.
"That's Marvin. He's my best friend. Let's go see his page now."
The next web page showed Marvin and his brother Max in their
extremely-layered diapers, posing with their fully-clothed sister Heidi.
Tommy told Adam who the others on the page were. He then let Adam read
Marvin's story. Adam showed some interest by reading the story and
asking Tommy to scroll the text down so he could read the rest of it.
Adam tried not to show too much interest and asked Tommy to look up a
web page on the upcoming Superbowl. Tommy went into a search engine, but
then Adam intervened and typed in the NFL's web site. Adam was showing
more enthusiasm now, but Tommy wasn't the least bit interested in
football, so he patiently watched and politely listened as Adam started
rattling off statistics and the names of notable players, etc.
"Let me show you this baseball web site," Adam said after he had
viewed several other web pages on football. Tommy decided to get up and
go to his room, seeing that Adam was going to be awhile viewing web
sites on sports. Tommy hopped into his crib and he started reading a
diaper story printout.
Nancy then came into Tommy's room and told him that dinner was
nearly ready. Tommy got out of his crib and returned to the front room.
He returned to the computer and he saw that Adam had just been viewing
another diaper web site before he suddenly clicked on "home" to clear
the page.
"Let me help you up," Tommy offered as he took Adam's hand. As
Adam got up from the chair, Tommy noticed that there were some wet spots
soaked into the fabric where Adam had been sitting. He looked at the
back of Adam's pants and he saw that some leakage had occurred and there
were wet spots in his crotch and his lower butt.
"Do you need to be changed?" Tommy asked Adam.
"Don't say that!" Adam protested.
"Well, it looks like you do. Come on, Adam, I wear diapers, too."
"Gee, really?" Nancy remarked sarcastically, but humorously. "So
*that's* what those big, white things are!"
Adam felt helpless as he wanted to go to his mother and tell her
that he needed to be changed, but he couldn't break away from Tommy's
hold or he would fall down.
"Take me to my Mom," Adam said.
"Take me to my Mom," Tommy repeated as if to be talking like an
alien.
"Tommy!" Adam protested some more.
"Oh, lighten up, Adam," Tommy said and sighed impatiently.
"I wonder how they ever put up with me when I started wearing
diapers," Tommy mused as he escorted Adam to his mother, who was
standing in the kitchen.
Adam let go of Tommy and then grabbed onto his mother's arm. He
quietly told her, "I need to be changed."
"Dear," she said. "I'll take care of you in a minute. We're
handling food at the moment."
"Nancy can change you," Tommy's mother suggested to Adam. "Just
ask her."
"I don't want her to do it!" Adam protested.
"Then you'll stay in wet pants until someone does change you," his
mother replied calmly, though impatiently.
Adam then started crying. Tommy's mother went to get Nancy to tell
her that Adam needed to have his diaper changed. Nancy came into the
kitchen a moment later and told Adam that she would take care of him.
"No! I want my Mom to do it!" Adam pouted.
"Your mom is busy," Nancy replied. "Come on, I do this all the
time for Tommy."
"Adam, you need to be changed," his mother prompted him.
Adam finally resigned himself to having his older female cousin
change his diaper.
"His diapers are in the bag by the door next to his crutches,"
Adam's mother hollered to Nancy.
"Tommy, could you take Adam to your room and I'll be right in,"
Nancy said.
"Sure," Tommy replied as he helped Adam back into his bedroom. He
sat Adam down in the chair next to Tommy's crib. Upon entering, Adam was
surprised to see that Tommy had a crib set up.
"Do you sleep in that?" Adam asked Tommy as he pointed at it.
"Well, it's either the crib or the floor," Tommy replied. "Yes, I
do sleep in it."
"Why?"
"Because, uh, I wanted it," Tommy explained, feeling somewhat
embarrassed and awkward about stating his reason, however honest, for
having a crib.
"Is it because you wear diapers?" Adam asked.
"No, not necessarily, but okay, yeah, I guess it is. My friend
Marvin sleeps in one, and so does his brother. I thought it looked fun,
so I got one, too."
"Oh," Adam replied.
Nancy entered the room carrying a new diaper, some lotion and some
wipes.
"What do you think of Tommy's crib?" Nancy asked Adam.
"I dunno," Adam said. "Cribs are for babies, and so are diapers."
"Some diapers are for babies, and some are not. Same goes for
cribs," Nancy said. She helped Adam down to the floor and then she began
removing his pants.
"Oh boy, you're really leaking," Nancy pointed out. Adam looked at
her with some resentment.
"What kind of diapers are these?" Nancy asked Adam, noting that
they appeared to be inferior to the disposable diapers that Tommy wore.
The tapes weren't even holding when she removed his pants.
"I dunno," Adam said. "Do you have to do this?" he asked,
realizing that Nancy would soon see his privates.
"Well, yes, I do, Adam, but I have seen Tommy enough times to know
that you aren't any different down there than he is."
Nancy removed what was left of the tapes' adhesiveness and pulled
away Adam's wet diaper. His little penis stood erect in spite of his
embarrassment. Besides the fact that Nancy was used to handling Tommy's
much thicker diapers, Adam's diaper seemed to be barely sufficient for
much more than minor wetting.
Nancy then gently wiped Adam's skin until it was dry. She applied
some lotion and gave his genital area more time, knowing that he was
enjoying it as his penis remained stiff. Adam even hinted at smiling,
which Nancy caught. Adam felt frustrated by not wanting his penis to
stand up stiffly, but at the same time, he couldn't ignore how good it
felt.
Tommy still had some diaper doublers left over from when he was
wearing the hospital-issued diapers, so Nancy grabbed one of these from
Tommy's drawer and she placed it inside of Adam's diaper.
"What's that?" Adam asked Nancy.
"It's a diaper doubler," Nancy said. "I think it will keep your
diaper from leaking."
Nancy then taped Adam's diaper up, wishing the tapes would hold
better like they did on Tommy's diapers. She looked at Adam's pants
lying on the floor with wet spots in the legs, and she could see that
they were not wearable.
"Do you have any other pants?" Nancy asked Adam, though she
thought he looked just fine with only his diaper on.
"I have one more pair; it's in my bag," he said, disappointing
Nancy somewhat.
"Okay, let me go get them," Nancy said. She returned a moment
later and then she helped Adam get his pants on. She helped Adam back
into the chair, where he sat and watched Tommy get his diapers changed.
Adam couldn't help but to look as he watched Nancy remove Tommy's
plastic pants and then take out all the pins she used, stripping away at
the diapers until Tommy's crotch was completely naked. Next to Tommy sat
a heaping pile of wet diapers which Nancy placed in the bucket. Adam
also couldn't avoid noticing how large of an erection Tommy had, and
that he had hair stubble that had grown back from being shaved before.
Nancy wiped Tommy clean and she powdered him up generously.
Adam felt captive as he was unable to get up from the chair. He
observed how Nancy gave Tommy's balls and his dick extra attention with
her rubbing on the powder. She worked the powder into his butt crack and
she spread it all over his cheeks. Adam felt himself getting aroused by
watching, though he tried to suppress the feelings he was getting. When
Nancy pulled out a thick stack of diapers from Tommy's drawer, Adam
could not suppress his feelings or ignore watching Tommy get his diaper
changed any longer. He watched Nancy fold up the multiple diapers and
stack them up underneath Tommy's bottom. She pinned on each layer and
Adam watched Tommy's diaper become increasingly thick. He lost count of
how pins Nancy used by the time she pinned on Tommy's last diaper. She
then sealed Tommy's diapers into a huge pair of plastic pants. Adam's
eyes bulged as he couldn't believe that Tommy's plastic pants were so
big. She gave Tommy the customary butt-patting upon completing his
diaper change. Tommy went out of the room ahead of Nancy as she helped
Adam to the dinner table.
Tommy was expecting to be fed from his high chair, but his mother
felt that she was pushing things just by allowing him to go around in
just his diapers in the first place. His high chair had been set aside
in the laundry room where it would be out of the way. Tommy understood
the situation and he accepted it without protest. For the first time in
a long while, Tommy had to seat himself at the table and feed himself.
Nancy promised to feed him dessert in his high chair later on.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 22
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Meanwhile, back at the Oppenheimer residence, the Christmas
tradition there was to start with opening gifts and then eating dinner,
the opposite of the tradition at Tommy's house, which started with the
meal. Marvin's father managed to maintain his cool in spite of the cheap
shot his mother-in-law made because he wore diapers and she didn't want
his sons to turn out the same way as him. They all gathered around the
Christmas tree to receive their gifts. Heidi distributed the gifts to
everyone. She also had the digital camera while Roger operated the video
camera.
Marvin and Max knew that they would be receiving presents that
were not quite appropriate for their ages. They knew for sure the cat
would be out of the bag soon enough. They had gotten some Tonka trucks
and Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars, at which their grandma didn't even bat
an eye. She noticed, however, when they boys opened up Fisher Price toys
and books written at a first-graders level.
"Aren't you boys just a little old for those toys?" she asked
Marvin and Max.
"It's what they asked for, it's what they get," their mother said
matter-of-factly. The grandmother became even more suspicious of the
boys' behavior and she was reluctant to give the boys the presents she
had already wrapped for them. The packages were nearly identical in size
and shape.
Marvin started opening his. As he pulled away the wrap he saw that
his grandmother had given him a six-pack of white boys briefs! Max got
the same thing, only a size smaller.
"I hope those are the right size," she said. "You boys have grown
a lot in five years," she said.
Tommy looked at the underwear package, thinking about how, of all
things, his grandmother would give him and his brother underwear!
Neither of them had ever worn regular underwear as their diapers had
served as underwear all their lives.
"Well, what do say, Marvin? Max?"
"Uh, thank you, Grandma," Marvin said politely.
"Yeah, thank you, Grandma," Max echoed. Both boys were now
thinking that their grandmother had gotten them underwear just to find
out whether or not they had really been toilet trained. In fact, Roger,
Rita and Heidi could sense the grandmother's motive for offering such a
gift.
The grandmother looked at the boys, noting that they weren't
sincerely appreciative of the gifts she got them.
"You act like you don't want them," she said.
"How many kids like getting underwear for Christmas?" Marvin and
Max's mother asked their grandmother.
"Well, I wasn't sure what they liked. I mean, it's been five years
since I've visited."
"And whose fault is *that?*" Roger thought to himself.
"With all the new toys out these days, it's hard to know what to
get," the grandmother continued. "I figured underwear would work,
because all boys need underwear. I know it's something that Marvin and
Max could use."
"Yeah, and my two boys wear *diapers* for underwear!" Roger
continued in his silent thoughts. He now knew for sure that this was a
ploy for the grandmother to find out whether or not the boys had been
toilet trained.
"Thank you, Grandma," Marvin repeated again, feigning sincerity,
as did Max. "We really appreciate the gift."
The rest of the gift-opening session went by without much
incident. The boys got more sub-age-appropriate gifts, which the
grandmother dismissed at this point.
Rita had received a new sewing machine to replace her old one. She
planned to start using the new machine to make toddler-style clothes for
the boys, scaling up the patterns that were available for such clothing.
Heidi got the old sewing machine, which she planned to use for her own
sewing projects and to make more diapers for her brothers. She
immediately took it into her bedroom and, in anticipation of getting the
old machine, she cleared a corner of her room for this purpose. While
she was setting up the machine in her room, she told her brothers to go
get their underwear packages.
"I have an idea," Heidi told Marvin and Max.
The scene at Marvin's house was now much the same as it was at
Tommy's house a couple hours ago. The women were in the kitchen
preparing the meal while Roger was in front of the television watching
football after he had changed himself into a clean diaper. Marvin and
Max were in Heidi's bedroom with her.
Heidi had the sewing machine threaded and ready to go. She also
got a hold of some scraps of cotton from the diapers she had made
recently for her brothers.
"Give me those underpants," she told Marvin, who handed over his
package which still hadn't been opened. She tore into the wrap and
pulled the briefs out and separated the cardboard inserts. She unfolded
each pair and then she started sticking one pair inside of another.
"What are you doing?" Max asked Heidi as he watched.
"You'll see," Heidi said with a smile.
"You're making diapers out of them?" Marvin asked her.
"Uh huh," she replied. "I knew these scraps would come in handy
for something!" she said, looking at the big pile of otherwise useless
strips of material that had accumulated over the last few years.
She lined up the waistbands of the six pairs and then she reached
for the cloth scraps. She began stuffing these inside of the briefs in
between pairs to add extra padding. She concentrated most of it in the
appropriate areas, the front, the crotch and the butt.
"Make the butt really thick on mine!" Marvin said to her.
"Mine, too!" Max said.
"You know me by now, don't you?" Heidi said. "I always make the
butt really thick!"
The boys watched as Heidi padded up the briefs-turned-diapers with
the scrap strips of cloth, which she cut to size, and, as her brothers
had asked her to do, she added several more extra layers to the seats
and even to the sides of the briefs where padding wasn't needed, but
desired for the appearance and feel of their diapers. When the briefs
were ready, Heidi sewed each of the two sets of briefs all together into
a single, diaper-like garment and she reinforced the extra padding
inside. On each pair ran two additional seams on each side of the seat,
prominently accenting the extra padding she added in that area.
"There's one for you," she said as she handed Marvin his "diaper".
"And one for you," she said as Max received his.
Just as the boys were leaving Heidi's bedroom and carrying their
newly-made diapers, their mother approached them.
"Okay, come and eat," she said to them. She saw Marvin and Max
each carrying their makeshift diapers to their bedroom.
"What were you guys doing?" she asked. She took Marvin's set of
briefs and examined how Heidi had sewn them together.
"You guys!" their mother said, somewhat in disbelief that her sons
had Heidi sew their briefs together and made into diapers.
"Don't let your grandmother see those!" their mother warned. "Go
put them away and then join us at the table."
Marvin and Max were also forced to eat like adults for the first
time with their grandmother present, at least they had to be seated this
way. Their high chairs were moved out to the garage where their
grandmother would not see them. The boys sat in regular chairs at the
designated kiddie table with their sister. This arrangement seemed very
awkward to the boys as they were used to being in their high chairs. The
grandmother was seated at the kitchen table with her back turned the
opposite way and out of view of the kiddie table. Heidi still spoon-fed
her brothers like they were more used to doing when eating. Heidi
glanced up every so often into the kitchen to make sure that their
grandmother wouldn't catch her feeding the boys like they were babies.
So far, there had only been a couple of close calls in having the
grandmother find out about the boys still being in diapers: the sticker
on the toilet seat the toys Marvin and Max received for Christmas, plus
the fact that Heidi spoon-fed the boys literally behind their
grandmother's back. At this point all seemed well. The evening hours
would set in and their grandmother would return to her motel room for
the night.
There was one serious oversight that was not considered and
therefore, not caught beforehand. There were a couple large stacks of
freshly-washed diapers sitting in the washroom on top of the dryer, but
because of the dim lighting in the washroom and the grandmother's poor
eyesight, she did not notice the diapers as she went out to the washroom
to dispose of some turkey bones in the garbage container.
Even though the boys mostly wore cloth diapers, they also wore
disposable diapers in school. In the garbage container were, among
several used diapers, the brightly and prominently labeled packaging in
which the boys' disposable diapers came.
The grandmother lifted the lid off of the garbage can and tossed
in the bones. Her eyesight, however, was still good enough to detect
what else was in the garbage, and her sense of smell was fairly keen,
too. The first telltale sign was the odor of stale urine and feces mixed
with a hint of powder. At first, the diapers appeared to have been worn
by Roger, but the wording on the empty diaper package said it all: YOUTH
SUPER ABSORBENCY BRIEFS. A picture of a boy donning the diapers to model
them smiled happily on the package, but the grandmother did not share
the model boy's photographed facial expression. She gasped and then she
shut the lid. Disgusted, she went up to Rita and called her back out to
the washroom to look in the garbage.
"Can you explain to me what this is?" Rita's mother asked as she
pointed to the diaper packaging, now covered with turkey bones.
"Oh dear," Rita said.
"You said those boys were out of diapers and they had been toilet
trained!" their grandmother snapped.
"I'm sorry, mother," Rita said with guilt.
"You lied to me, Rita, you lied!" the grandmother shouted.
"I'm sorry, mother, but I just couldn't handle your nagging me to
get the boys into therapy any longer," she cried. "You called me week
after week about it, so I fabricated a story about having the boys
treated last summer."
"Well, I thought something smelled funny, no pun intended," their
grandmother said. "The sticker on the toilet seat, the toys that Marvin
and Max got, the way they acted when I gave them new underwear!
Obviously they do not need it anymore!"
"Well, no mother, they don't need it," Rita said.
"So I want them to give it back. If they want diapers for
Christmas instead, I'll exchange them at the store and get them some
diapers!" their grandmother hollered.
"Mother, please," Rita to calm her down.
"Go tell those boys to give me their underwear back right now!"
the grandmother said.
Rita had thought about what had become of Marvin's and Max's
underpants since they were given to them. She tried everything she could
to avoid having her mother demand them back.
"Well, I can exchange them myself," Rita offered.
"Not in any of the stores here!" she said. "These big corporation-
owned retailers have pretty tight return policies! At least in my town
back home, they remember your name when you walk in, and they give you
your money back without a receipt. I'll just take them back and then
I'll mail the boys some diapers, how does that sound?"
"Well, okay, the boys' mother resigned, She went up to the boys'
room and she told them what had happened.
"The cat's out of the bag," Marvin's and Max's mother said to them
as they were pushing their Tonka trucks around the room.
"What do you mean, Mom?" Marvin asked.
"Grandma found out that you two are still in diapers," she said.
"She's sore about it, especially that we lied to her and all. Now you
know what happens when you lie to someone," their mother said with
guilt. "Take a lesson from Mom. I want to apologize to you boys."
"What, for not getting us potty trained?" Marvin asked.
"No, because I didn't tell your Grandma the truth. Even us adults
get caught in lies. At least the big secret is over now."
"How did she find out, anyway?" Max asked his mother.
"She went out to the garbage when she was helping me clean up the
kitchen, and she found a package from your disposable diapers."
"Oh," both Marvin and Max said.
"Grandma wants your underpants back," their mother added.
"Uh oh!" the boys said in unison.
"I know, I know," their mother said. "Just give them to me and
I'll explain it to your Grandma."
The boys handed over their sewn-together sets of underpants to
their mother. They followed her to the stairs and they sat at the top of
the stairway to listen to the dialog that was to follow. Heidi got up
from her room and joined her two brothers.
"Well, here you are, ,mother," Rita said as she showed her mother
the boys' underpants.
"Good gracious!" the grandmother shouted. "Who did this?"
"Heidi," Rita said. "She took them and made them into diapers for
the boys."
"No sense returning them now!" the grandmother snapped as she
tossed them back at Rita. "Let the boys wear them and soil them, for all
I care! Just don't come to me when your boys tell you they need therapy!
I mean, mental therapy! There's probably no hope of having them
rehabilitated at this point, being in diapers since birth! They'll turn
out just like their father!"
Roger had heard the comment about him over the football game he
was watching. He wasn't able to hold his tongue. He jumped in the ring
and defended himself.
"Mother!" the irritated man shouted. "Look at me! I am a
professional architect, I make a good living for my family, I'm
respected by my co-workers, even by those who know I wear diapers, and
the boys get along just fine at school, and nobody but their friends
know they wear them! It doesn't make any difference to most people that
I wear them, and most people don't know!"
"You're one of the lucky ones, Roger" she said. "Your kids might
write a book about you someday when they grow up!"
"They already have," Roger said. "Well, a story, just some
background information. It's on the Internet on their web page."
After some tense, awkward silence had passed, the boys' father
went upstairs to get Marvin and Max. Seeing that the father was
approaching the stairs, they all fled and returned to their rooms.
Roger went to the boys' room and told them that he was ready to go
to Tommy's house to put together the changing table, deciding that this
was a good time to get out of the house and away from his mother-in-law.
He also wanted some time alone with the boys to talk about the latest
turn of events with their grandmother.
***
While Marvin's family was eating dinner, Tommy's family was
opening presents. Tommy received, for the first time, some brand new
toddler toys just like the ones he wished he had played with when he
really was a toddler. They were so bright and colorful, These toys did
not know their user's actual age and they didn't care that a twelve-
year-old boy was handling them instead. If the toys could talk, they
would welcome the opportunity to allow an older boy relive his younger
days, Tommy thought as he enjoyed his new playthings. Tommy still got a
couple new science-fiction books from his mother, who explained to him
that she felt that there was still a little bit of his "old self" in
him, no matter how involved he got into wearing and enjoying diapers and
being a little boy. Tommy agreed that he needed a little balance between
his predominant "little boy" interests and his existing "big boy"
interests.
While the presents were being opened, Adam needed to poop. He had
eaten a big dinner, which caused the food that was already processing in
his body to complete its digestion cycle. He was unable to get up and he
was stuck on the floor, confined to his seated position by his
temporary, slowly-healing handicap. Adam knew he would have to dump in
his diaper eventually. He tried to at least hold it until he was
finished opening presents. Then he would ask his mother to take him into
the bathroom and remove his diaper and set him on the toilet.
He didn't even realize how badly he needed to go until he felt his
bowels churning and ready to produce. Within a few seconds, his diaper
became filled with a large load of poop. Adam knew it was too late for
the toilet now. The guilty, embarrassed expression on his face indicated
what he had done, as did the smell of his poop as it escaped from his
diaper and it spread to everyone's noses. The smell was too strong to
have been thought of as coming from Tommy as he was often so heavily
diapered that most of his poop odors were masked.
"Do you need to be changed?" Adam's mother asked him. Adam nodded
silently.
"I'll do it," Nancy volunteered, seeing that her Aunt Judy was
still in the middle of opening her gifts.
"Okay," Adam's mother replied to Nancy. "Could you, please, dear?"
Adam was guided into Tommy's bedroom where he was laid down on the
floor and stripped of his pants. As Nancy pulled away his pants she
noticed that his diaper had leaked again, and poop had also spilled out
of it and into the pants. Adam began crying in shame when he realized
what had happened.
"Don't cry," Nancy said to Adam in a soothing voice. She gently
wiped up a tear from Adam's face with her finger.
"I'll get you all cleaned up and taken care of, all right?"
"Uh huh," Adam replied.
Nancy got Adam's poopy bottom clean and ready for another diaper.
Nancy went out to Adam's bag in the living room to see if he had any
more clean pants. Seeing that he had no more clean pants, she knew that
he would have to spend a couple hours in just his diaper. Seeing that
his diapers were so inferior, she didn't want to take any chances of
having him go around in them and having them leak onto the floor or the
furniture, especially with Adam's state of immobility. Nancy left behind
the diaper that she originally intended to take back with her to Tommy's
bedroom. Instead, she was going to put some of Tommy's cloth diapers on
Adam. She looked forward to doing this, anyway.
"Do you have any more pants?" Nancy asked Adam.
"No, they're both dirty, huh?" he said.
"Yeah, so you know what that means," Nancy said, trying to sound
sympathetic to Adam, but looking forward to seeing his little bum
wrapped up in cloth diapers fastened shut with several pins.
"I hafta to wear just diapers around," Adam said, accepting the
circumstances. "I'll just stay in here," he said.
"But you still have presents to unwrap," Nancy said to him.
"Just bring them to me," Adam said.
"Okay," Nancy said to him. "But if your mother wants you out here,
I'll have to come get you."
Nancy went to Tommy's diaper drawer and she folded up several
diapers, adjusting the folds so that the diapers would fit around Adam's
smaller waist. She knew that Tommy's plastic pants would never fit Adam,
but she figured that by diapering him up as heavily as she did Tommy,
his urine would not likely penetrate through all of the diapers within
the few hours he was expected to wear them and plastic pants would not
be needed.
Nancy stacked the diapers up and then she put them underneath
Adam's butt.
"Why are you putting those on me?" Adam asked Nancy.
"Because those other diapers are cheap," she said to her little
cousin. "These diapers will hold more, but they'll be a lot thicker,
too."
Adam felt he had little choice but to comply with his older
cousin's wishes. He watched as Nancy brought up the first diaper and
pinned it in place, following with the extra layers of cloth. When Nancy
was done diapering Adam, he lay there with his crotch bulging out by a
couple inches of solid cloth packed in between his legs. He felt the
tight diapers circle his body far above his waist. He looked down at his
stomach and all he could see of it was a white panel of cloth tightly
stretched across him, feeling many more layers underneath it. Adam felt
his butt elevated off from the floor by the amount of diapering he had
on his behind. He felt the edges of the wide crotch brushing his inner
thighs. He couldn't help but to feel his unabated erection pressed
upward inside of the massive diapers. He had never worn diapers of this
magnitude before.
After Adam was diapered, Nancy took Adam's pants to the washroom.
After she washed up she returned to the Christmas tree and she resumed
handing out gifts.
"Where's Adam?" his mother Judy asked.
"Tommy's room," Nancy said to her Aunt Judy.
"He still has presents to open," Judy said.
"His diaper leaked and he has no pants to wear now," Nancy told
her aunt. "So he's in just his diapers now."
"Well, big deal, look at Tommy! Now he's in diapers and them
some!" Aunt Judy said as she looked at Tommy sitting on the floor with
his diapers bulging out from his crotch.
"So is Adam," she said. "I put some of Tommy's diapers on him."
"You mean, the cloth ones?" Judy asked.
"Yeah, I figured they'd work better," Nancy said.
"I'll never buy Adam those cheap diapers again," Judy grumbled,
admitting that she had made a mistake in purchasing them.
"I'm just glad we didn't find out how they worked while Adam was
in school," Uncle Mike added.
"Can you go get Adam?" Judy told Nancy.
"Sure," she said. She went to Tommy's room and told Adam that he
was wanted out in the front room.
"I can't go out there like this!" Adam complained.
"You have to, Adam," Nancy said a she took his hand and helped him
up.
"Just think of how Tommy is diapered. You're not the only one."
"Aww, do I have to?" Adam whined.
"You won't get the rest of your presents opened if you don't,"
Nancy reminded him.
Without saying anything, Adam got up with Nancy's aid. He waddled
alongside her as she helped him back out to the front room.
"I can hardy walk like this," Adam complained as he was not used
to being diapered so thickly. He looked around at everyone, who was
looking at him and noting how many diapers Nancy had put on him.
"Just don't take any pictures of me," Adam told everyone as he was
set back down next to Tommy. Nancy looked at the two sets of huge, wide-
crotched diapers on the two boys as they sat together with their bare
knees touching each other. She hoped to sneak in a photograph of them
sometime before the gift-opening ended in spite of Adam's wishes.
Tommy had one more gift to open. There was a large box, neatly
wrapped and cubical in shape. It had baby Christmas wrapping on it with
a baby Santa Claus holding a rattle printed all over it. Tommy removed
the wrapping and then he recognized the box, which he remembered seeing
along with the recent Fed Ex delivery. It even still had its shipping
label.
Tommy opened this box and discovered that it contained diapers,
which he didn't mind getting and in fact, enjoyed getting them,
something he never imagined when he was first put into diapers a few
months ago. He thought they were just ordinary diapers until he pulled
one of them out. He was surprised to see that the large box could only
hold four of these diapers as they were so thick!
He read the slip of paper that had been inserted inside of the
plastic wrap around the diaper. It read THICKIES- ABSOLUTELY THE
THICKEST DIAPERS EVER MADE.
Tommy didn't see any reason to refute the manufacturer's claim as
these diapers were, indeed, very, very thick! He remembered seeing them
on a web page, but he didn't think that he would ever actually get any
himself! Tommy couldn't believe that he could get this excited over
getting diapers for Christmas. Everyone could see that Tommy was happy
to get them, but also a little embarrassed as his blushing face
indicated.
Adam just sat there and stared at the enormous diaper as Tommy
held it up in front of him. Seeing that the boys were so pre-occupied,
Nancy quickly grabbed her camera that she had handy, and took the
picture. It was a quiet camera, and the lighting near the window didn't
require the flash to go off, so Adam never knew that he had been
photographed in the thick cloth diapers he was wearing.
Tommy pulled the diaper out of its packaging. As he pulled it out
he saw two more smaller packages drop to the floor from inside the outer
packaging. Inside of each package were eight very large, long diaper
pins, specially made for use with the Thickies diapers.
Tommy continued to read the information that came with the
diapers. Tommy then looked at the large, heavy diaper itself. It was
hourglass-shaped, and the entire diaper was very thick all the way
around, and there were even more absorbent layers in the front, the
crotch and the rear. The description stated that twelve layers were used
in the center panels.
"If that isn't the thickest diaper ever made, I don't know what
is!" Nancy remarked. She looked into the box and noticed that in
addition to the four diapers were two sets of plastic pants. These pants
were even larger than the ones that Tommy was wearing, and also made
from a heavier vinyl material. Tommy held them up to his nose to enjoy
the distinct smell of newness to the plastic pants.
"You like them?" Tommy's mother asked.
"I, I , I love them," Tommy said, knowing that his other family
members would acknowledge his reaction to them. He figured there was
nothing to hide from anyone in his family anymore, except perhaps, his
bedroom.
"Thank you, Mommy," Tommy said as he hugged her and kissed her on
the cheek. She patted Tommy on the rear as she held him.
Tommy couldn't wait to show his Thickies diapers to Marvin. He
didn't have to wait long as Marvin's father called to tell them that
they would be on their way over to put together the changing table.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 23
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Marvin's father appeared at the door just after he had called
Tommy's family to let them know he was coming. Marvin and Max were there
with him as the three entered the house. They were introduced to Tommy's
family members who were gathered around the living room visiting.
Marvin's father went out into the garage to assemble the diaper
changing table where it had been set so it would be out of the way.
Marvin and Max ran back into Tommy's bedroom to join him. Adam was
sitting there on the floor with a solidly packed bunch of diapers in
between his butt and the floor. Tommy introduced his friends to his
cousin and vice versa. Marvin and Max each extended their hands for a
handshake, but Adam did not reciprocate. Instead, his hands were
occupied as he vainly tried to hide his diapers from view. They were
much too big and prominent on his body to cover them up.
"Hey, relax, man!" Marvin said to Adam. "We wear diapers, too!"
"Yeah, see?" Max said as he pulled his overalls down and exposed
his diapers. Marvin did the same to help put Adam at ease. They turned
around and displayed their well-padded rear ends so Adam could see how
comfortable the two boys were with wearing diapers.
"This is nothing compared to what we normally wear," Marvin said
proudly. "We're only diapered thinner so my Grandma wouldn't tell we
were wearing diapers," he said.
Both Marvin and Max had gotten tired of having to wear their
overalls for much of the day, so they both decided to remove them
completely and spend their time with Tommy and Adam, all of the boys now
in just their diapers.
"By the way," Tommy asked Marvin as he tossed aside his overalls,
"How did things go with your grandmother? Did she think you guys had
been toilet trained?"
"She found out," Marvin answered, "and I figured she would. Even
with everything we did to hide the evidence, there were some close
calls. She spotted that NO BOYS ALLOWED sticker on the toilet seat first
thing!"
"No kidding, really?" Tommy commented.
"Yeah, and get this! She gave me and Max *underwear* for
Christmas!" Marvin continued as he laughed and told Tommy about the day.
"You know, underwear that 'big boys' are supposed to wear? Me and Max
have never even *worn* underwear before! Unless you consider diapers to
be underwear, of course," he smiled. "Anyway, Heidi took them and..."
Marvin finished up telling Tommy about his day, closing with the
events that led up to his grandmother's discovery that he and Max were
still in diapers all this time. Marvin's tone had turned from amusement
and laughter over what Heidi had done to their underpants to make them
into diapers-- to seriousness and concern for how his grandmother felt
about being lied to about him and Max being toilet training.
"Well, the truth is out now, and you won't have to keep it a
secret from your grandma any longer," Tommy said to Marvin. "Maybe your
grandma will get over it and end this big hang-up of hers about your dad
wearing diapers, and you guys wearing diapers, too. People eventually
learn to accept things they know they can't change."
The late afternoon of Christmas Day passed into evening. The
discussion amongst the boys led to talking about the other toys they had
all received for Christmas. Tommy showed them to Max and Marvin and they
passed them back and forth to play with them. Even Adam got in on the
play session and he nearly forgot that he was sitting in his diapers
that were fully exposed to the two boys he hadn't met before, but
quickly adapted to their presence, seeing that they were in diapers like
he was.
Tommy then showed Marvin the Thickies diapers that he got for
Christmas. Tommy handed the massive, heavy garment to Marvin, who took
it in his hands and virtually drooled over it.
"Oh man!" he exclaimed. "This is fantastic! I can't believe you
got these!"
"I can't wait to wear them," Tommy said, "Nancy will probably put
me in them tonight," he said.
Marvin felt himself almost lose his boy juice in his already wet
diapers as he handled the bulky diaper-- complete with its soft, virgin
white fabric-- and thought about having the Thickies diapers pinned onto
him, how they would be so exciting to wear. Marvin knew that Tommy was
going to enjoy the diapers more than he could ever anticipate and hoped
to get some for himself someday. Max also got his chance to handle the
diaper and the accompanying diaper pins. Max wanted to wear it over the
diapers and plastic pants he already had on. Tommy figured they wouldn't
get wet since Max already had plastic pants on, so Tommy had Max lie
down on the floor. Tommy put the diaper around Max and covered up his
other diapers. The Thickies diaper only fit him because of the added
bulk of the other diapers underneath. Tommy felt himself get hard as he
realized that putting diapers on someone else was as stimulating as
having them put on him. Tommy felt like ejaculating into his diapers
when he started putting in the pins and securing them shut. The
anticipation of getting put into this incredibly thick diaper later on
was too much for Tommy to resist, and without any aid from his hands,
Tommy shot his balls-load into the front of his diapers. He then began
rubbing the front of his diapers to further elicit the erotic sensation
and the resulting flow of semen.
"What are you doing, Tommy?" Adam asked, puzzled as he watched his
older cousin massage the front of his diaper and moan. Adam thought
Tommy was in pain and he became worried until Tommy stopped and told him
that it was a sensation that he got from wearing diapers.
"When you get a little older, Adam," Tommy explained, "this will
be the best feeling of your life, I guarantee it."
"Oh? It will?" Adam asked. "You know, it does kinda feel good when
you wear diapers for awhile," he admitted.
"Yep! It sure does!" Marvin agreed. "I bet you can't wait for
puberty, can you, Max?" Marvin said to his younger brother.
"If it's as good as you say it is, I can't," Max replied.
"Especially seeing what you've started doing in your crib every night!"
"Speaking of crib," Marvin said to Tommy, "how did you sleep in
yours last night?"
"I never slept better," Tommy replied with a smile. "I felt so
warm and secure."
Somebody then knocked on the door, which was unusual as Tommy
rarely closed his bedroom door, especially now that he had no need for
privacy by being in diapers and having others change him. It was
Marvin's father, announcing that he got the table assembled and was
ready to move it into the room. He mentioned that he would need some
help carrying it in because of its awkward size. Marvin followed him out
to the garage. Marvin casually walked by everyone in the front room and
in the kitchen, knowing that they all saw him in his diapers.
Marvin and his father carried the table into Tommy's bedroom. They
set it up against the wall underneath the window. The dresser had been
moved over to make room for it. It looked so appropriate with the crib
as the two fixtures were a matching set. Tommy got up and looked at his
changing table. He felt himself slipping further back into his vicarious
babyhood as the table was yet another reminder to him of the fact that
he was a little boy at heart.
Tommy's mother and his sister came into the room to look at the
table. Tommy got up on top of it to get a feel for it. The table
included a strap to be placed over the change-ee's body, though Tommy
didn't expect it to be used, at least used out of necessity. Still,
Nancy put it on over him just for fun. She then released it.
"Thanks again," Tommy's mother shook Marvin's father's hand.
"It was a pleasure," Roger said.
"Not to mention that I got away from my mother-in-law for awhile,"
Roger thought to himself.
"Max had remained in the corner for much of the time enjoying the
extra diaper he had on him. He sat next to Adam and played with toys
some more. Nobody had noticed he was wearing the extra diaper until his
father said, "okay boys, get your pants back on so we can go home."
"Max, were you diapered *that* thickly?" his father asked him.
"How did you get away with wearing that all day?"
"I put an extra diaper on him," Tommy said to Roger. "I showed him
and Marvin the new diapers I got for Christmas, and he wanted to wear it
over his other diapers."
"That's okay," Roger said. "You'll just need to take it off of Max
so we can get going."
"Aww, okay, Daddy," Max said to his father.
Roger paused and thought about telling the boys about the gifts
they still had waiting for them after their grandmother left, but he
decided to hold off until the appropriate time and make it a big
surprise for his sons.
"Why don't you hop up on that table, Max, and somebody will take
those pins out and that diaper off of you."
Nancy helped Max up to the newly assembled changing table and she
strapped him down. Max wasn't used to being strapped down as the table
he had in his bedroom did not have such a feature. Because it was deemed
unnecessary, Roger removed it after he put it together for his own boys.
Max decided to have some fun with being strapped down on the
diaper changing table. He mockingly tried to escape from the strap. He
used a fake shouting voice and bellowed, "help, I'm strapped to a diaper
table!" He was kicking his legs and waving his arms about and pretending
to try breaking loose. Everybody laughed at his playful scene, even
Adam. Nancy then removed the pins and the outer diaper. She handed the
diaper back to Tommy.
The boys put their overalls back on and then they left to return
to what they had hoped would be a quiet and peaceful house with
everybody in a good mood. Upon their return, they were relieved to see
that their grandmother was settled down.
"We did some talking while you were gone," Rita said to Roger.
"I'm sorry about what I said about you, Roger, and about your
boys," the grandmother apologized. "I guess I'll never understand why
you all wear diapers, but I figured that it hasn't hurt any of you guys
to wear them, and as long as you enjoy wearing them and you can manage
wearing them, then that is your business. I love all of you very dearly,
I really do. You boys really are some of the nicest boys I know."
The grandmother then turned to Marvin and Max and continued
talking.
"So many kids your age get into drugs and gangs, they get girls
pregnant, and when I think about it, wearing diapers really isn't such a
bad thing. I know I was lied to about you boys being toilet trained, but
I have forgiven your mother for this. We all know the truth now, nobody
has to lie or keep secrets anymore, and we all know what to expect from
now on."
After their grandmother finished talking to the boys and their
father, she gave each of them a hug and a kiss. She even hugged Roger
and gave him a kiss as well, which he reciprocated.
"Will you be back next Christmas, Grandma?" Marvin asked her.
"Of course, dear. I've missed watching you boys grow up-- well, at
least in age, that is-- and I don't want to miss it anymore. In fact,
I'll try to make it out over the summer."
Their grandmother was then driven back to her motel room. She had
been invited to stay there at the house that evening, but she declined
the invitation. It was not because she did not want to stay at the
house, but because her belongings were still in her motel room, for
which she had already paid for that evening. Roger assured her that she
would be welcome to stay at the house on her next visit. Marvin, Max and
Heidi said goodbye to their grandmother as she left to be taken back to
her motel. She would be back in the morning to have breakfast with
everyone, and she told the boys not to worry about getting dressed for
her and they could run around in their diapers in front of her and she
would not mind if they did.
When the kids' parents returned from taking their grandmother back
to her motel room, they presented the boys one more gift each, a gift
they didn't want to give the boys in the presence of their grandmother
at the time they were opening their other gifts.
The boys were very surprised and pleased to see that they had also
received some Thickies diapers of their own. They jumped up and down and
they virtually did cartwheels all around the room when they found out
that they would both have the pleasure of wearing more of these diapers.
Heidi looked forward to the chance to put her brothers into them.
When it was time for the boys to get their diapers changed, Heidi
put them both into their new Thickies diapers, and like Tommy's sister,
she doubled up the diapers and pinned them on very tightly. Marvin and
Max couldn't have been any happier if they had each gotten a million
dollars.
***
The company that had been visiting Tommy's family was getting
ready to leave as the evening settled in. Adam's pants had been washed
and dried and he was ready to be changed back into his disposable
diaper. Nancy helped him up onto Tommy's new diaper changing table. She
started to fasten the strap over him, but he told her, "don't put that
over me!" He was claustrophobic, and being strapped down made him
uncomfortable, so Nancy released the strap.
Nancy then removed Adam's plastic pants and his diapers. Adam had
pooped some more into the cloth diapers while he had them on. Nancy was
glad he didn't have his cheap diapers on him as they would have most
likely leaked on him again.
Adam's mother returned to the room with Adam's pants and his bag.
Nancy decided to use two of the disposable diapers on him so they would
have a better chance of holding his wastes. She put the diapers on Adam
in such a manner that the crotches of each diaper overlapped in the
middle and were pulled out from the center and spread to both sides,
thus creating a wider crotch that would reduce the chances of having
them leak. His pants could barely fit over the double set of diapers he
was wearing, but Nancy, accustomed to fitting Tommy's plastic pants over
his massive diapers, knew how to get his pants to fit. He was then
handed his crutches and assisted out to the car.
"Thank you for taking care of Adam today," Nancy's Aunt Judy told
her. "Next time you're over, I'll just leave the diaper changes to you,
if you don't mind," she said.
"Not at all," Nancy said. "I actually enjoy getting to change
diapers, and even the messy ones don't bother me anymore."
"I know I'll need to get used to them again," Nancy's Aunt Judy
said. "I feel like a new mother all over again."
Shortly after the others left, Tommy was changed into his brand
new Thickies diapers as he had been waiting for all evening. Nancy knew
how much he would enjoy them and she looked forward to getting to put
them on him, and to change him on the changing table for the first time.
Nancy helped Tommy get up on the table and then she removed his
plastic pants and his dirty and smelly diapers into which Tommy had
dumped a good-sized poop load. After she got him cleaned up she got out
the big, heavy white Thickies diaper and put it over Tommy's body. He
felt the thick layers pull up into his crotch all at once. Tommy was
used to feeling his diapers slowly build in thickness as each layer was
added to the stack, so the sudden transition from being naked to being
very heavily padded up in diapers felt different, but still very
stimulating, especially with the new, soft cloth brushing up against his
genitals. Nancy inserted all eight of the big diaper pins this time,
four on each side of the diapers, spacing them out evenly along the high
rise of the side panels. Tommy almost came in his diapers again.
Before Tommy had his plastic pants put on him, Nancy thought about
putting a second Thickies diaper on over the first one. She went back to
the drawer and got out another Thickies diaper. Tommy couldn't believe
that he was going to be *double*-diapered in the Thickies diapers! He
knew it would definitely be the thickest set of diapers he had ever
worn, even thicker than the ten diapers he wore when he had a diaper
endurance contest with Marvin one night when he stayed over with Tommy.
Nancy barely got the second Thickies diaper to fit over the first one,
but she could still get the other set of eight new diaper pins into the
outer diaper.
Nancy wasn't sure that the plastic pants would fit over the double
set of Thickies diapers, but at least she would try. She had to work to
get the plastic pants to go up over the diapers, but she got them to go
on.
Tommy spent the rest of the evening on the Internet. He wrote an
e-mail message to Marvin and Max and he told them about how he was so
diapered up that evening. He had received e-mails from all of his other
diaper pals from the Internet and they talked about the gifts they had
received themselves. Some of them got more diapers and things like
sleepers and onesies, while others who kept their diaper interests a
secret from their families could only fantasize about getting diapers
under the tree.
Tommy got a message from the boy who had mentioned that he
purposely peed and pooped his pants so that he could be diapered. He
mentioned to Tommy that he confessed his diaper interests to his mother,
so she and his sisters pitched in and bought him several new diapers for
Christmas. As it turned out, they, too, were the Thickies brand,
complete with very large and heavy plastic pants and big diaper pins.
Tommy wired off several more e-mail messages to the other boys who
had e-mailed him that day. Even the girl from Arizona wrote to Tommy and
asked him what he got for Christmas. Tommy couldn't wait to give her his
answer: "a crib, a diaper changing table, a high chair, and more
diapers!" He also told this girl about his new diapers and what his
sister did to him that evening. Nancy was taking a bath and his mother
had left the room to change into her nightgown. Tommy took advantage of
his momentary solitude and he masturbated again while sitting in the
chair in front of the computer.
When the late evening hours descended on the holiday and brought
Christmas to a close for another year, Tommy was sent to bed. This time
his mother tucked him into his crib and kissed him goodnight. Nancy
followed her in and she also gave Tommy a goodnight kiss. Tommy's mother
then locked the gate of his crib into place and then they left the room.
Tommy lay there in his crib and enjoyed his doubled-up Thickies diapers
that were pinned onto him. He looked through the slats of his crib and
through his blurry, unaided vision, he watched the snow gently fall in
the glow of the street light outside his window. He had tired himself
from jacking off earlier and he let himself drift to sleep.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 24
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Over the next few months, things didn't change much for Tommy nor
for the others with whom he associated. Every day Tommy was always
diapered by either his mother or his sister, and they usually fed him
all his meals. Tommy got used to the ever-present smells of his diaper
usage as did his mother and his sister. Sometimes Nancy would play with
Tommy and join him in playing with his toys, as would Dee Anne whenever
she was there. Dee Anne also volunteered to change Tommy's diapers and
Tommy didn't mind her doing it anymore. Dee Anne especially enjoyed
putting Tommy's Thickies diapers on him. She made sure to use plenty of
diaper pins as Tommy had developed a sort of sub-fetish that branched
off of his diaper fetish with the use of excessive pinning of his
diapers.
Tommy still liked reading his science fiction stories and he
would browse various web sites on the topic in between diaper sites, and
he even began checking out some books from the library again that were
better suited for a boy his age. Still, when Tommy looked back upon the
way things were before his bicycle accident and the way things were now,
Tommy knew that he would never quite be the same boy again, not that he
was complaining.
Tommy and Marvin spent many of their days after school together,
and on weekends they usually had sleepovers at each other's houses, each
of them sharing their cribs with their guests. Heidi always read a
children's story or two to them, followed by a diaper story, or at least
part of one as these were typically much longer. Even Nancy began
reading children's stories to Tommy and Marvin whenever he was there.
Nancy even began reading diaper stories to them while they were snuggled
together in Tommy's crib, though she was embarrassed about reading some
of the things in the stories out loud to them, and like a good girl, she
skipped over or substituted the dirty words wherever they occurred. The
boys would sometimes go outside and play and ride their bikes around
town, but most of the time they stayed indoors wearing just their
diapers like they both enjoyed doing more than anything else.
It was the Friday afternoon that started the long-awaited spring
break. It was only a half-day at school, which gave Tommy and Marvin an
extended afternoon together. Tommy went over to Marvin's house to spend
some time with him before he and his family took off for Arizona for
much of the coming week.
Upon getting home, Heidi changed Marvin and Max into their cloth
diapers, only this time, they were about to be surprised by what they
were going to wear. Heidi had been working on sewing more diapers for
her brothers, and after she saw how the Thickies diapers were designed,
she was inspired to design the diapers she made for her brothers to be
even thicker than the Thickies diapers and their claim to be the
"Absolute Thickest Diapers Ever Made."
Between homework and visiting friends, Heidi spent the cold winter
days working on her answer to the Thickies diapers. Before she began her
daily after-school diaper changing duties, she brought out and unveiled
the diapers that she had been working on. All three of the boys were
astonished by how thick they were! She handed one to Marvin and another
one to Max. The diapers weighed heavier than Marvin and Max expected
them to be as they contained so much material. They both looked at their
new diapers and they noted the extra layers of cotton that ran the
entire length of the virgin-white diapers with even more padding sewn
into the rear of each of the diapers. They both held their diapers
around them with their pants still on.
"Good God!" Marvin exclaimed when he saw that the diaper he was
about to be wearing would go up so high on him, coming to a stop just
below his chest.
"Can't wait to get 'em on, eh?" Heidi smiled to her brothers as
she watched them try "wearing" their diapers before they actually had
them pinned on.
"How does *twenty* layers strike you, boys?!" she said, placing
emphasis on the number of layers she used as she smiled at her brothers.
At this point Marvin and Max were both virtually drooling over the
enormous diapers, to say nothing of the effects these diapers had on
their private parts without even actually wearing them yet.
"I put another five layers in the butt!" Heidi said with a smile,
knowing her brothers would greatly appreciate this addition.
After Marvin looked his diaper over for awhile, Tommy wanted to
look at it.
"Look at Max's diaper for now," Heidi said to Tommy. "I'm going to
put Marvin in his diaper right now!"
"Uh, you don't have another one...for me to wear, do you, Heidi?"
Tommy asked her.
"Sorry, Tommy," Heidi said. "These took a long time for me to make
and it took a *lot* of material," she told him. "I plan to make more of
them when my Mom can get me more material," she said.
"Okay," Tommy sighed. Sensing his disappointment, Heidi promised
Tommy that she would let him wear a double set of Marvin's Thickies
diapers for the afternoon. Tommy agreed and he accepted this
consolation.
Marvin stripped off his pants and handed them to Heidi as she
ceremoniously folded them up and put them away for the day. She took off
Marvin's disposable diaper, which was beginning to look more like a pair
of bikini briefs when compared to Heidi's latest homemade version of her
brothers' diapers. She was just as eager to have the pleasure of putting
her latest diaper creation on Marvin as Marvin was eager to have it
pinned around his waist for the next several hours. Heidi quickly wiped
Marvin's butt and balls dry, the sensation of which was teasing his
erect penis. Marvin's pubic hairs were shaved off recently and his
genitals would be maintained to remain hairless like Tommy's.
Marvin's penis stuck straight up, erect as ever with the veins
showing through the skin and on the verge of ejaculating without it even
being touched. He could barely resist ejaculating as Heidi rubbed powder
all over his crotch and his butt. When Heidi started putting the
extremely thick diaper on him, he shot his semen straight up, surprising
Heidi as well as Max and Tommy. Max was freaked out by it since he had
never seen his brother actually come since he was always diapered when
he jacked off.
"I take it these diapers meet your approval," Heidi smiled to
Marvin as she wiped the white, sticky goo off of his stomach as well as
her shirt. She then resumed putting the diaper on Marvin. As she pulled
the front of it up over his still hard penis, he ejected more semen into
the diaper. Marvin felt the cloth layers fill up his crotch as Heidi
pulled the diaper into place, stretching the front of it over his
stomach. The pressure of the tightening diaper against his balls
finished off his ejaculation. Heidi fastened up his diapers, using six
pins on each side of him. His plastic pants were pulled up over the big
diaper.
As Tommy hopped down from the changing table, he noted the stark
contrast between the way Heidi's butt looked in tight blue jeans and the
way Marvin's butt bulged out with his diapers on. Tommy noted how Heidi
had used black thread on the seams where she had sewn in the extra
layers in the rear of the diapers, apparently to accent the appearance
of the additional layers she put into the seat. Marvin waddled as he
walked away from the changing table.
Max then took his turn at getting diapered. His pants were folded
and placed with Marvin's pants to be taken out of the room and locked
away in Heidi's bedroom. Their pants would be placed in a locking box
that Roger had bought for his boys for this purpose. The box itself was
locked inside of Heidi's bedroom, which also required a key to open its
door. Heidi made sure to let her brothers see her tuck the key to her
bedroom as well as the box deep down inside the back pocket of her pants
as she knew they enjoyed this.
Max was still a couple years away from being able to produce semen
and he could only imagine what it felt like to be able to come like his
older brother. He penis was, of course, fully erect and tingling from
the extreme visual and sensual stimulation of the diapers. Max had a big
poopy mess in his diapers, which Heidi immediately took care of. She
gave Max's butt and crotch a good dose of powder and then she wrapped
the thick, white hourglass-shaped diaper around him and pinned it up,
each pin clicking into its position as they were shut.
Tommy could barely withstand watching Heidi put Marvin and Max in
the diapers she made for them without having an accident of a different
sort in his own diaper. He couldn't wait until he had his wet and
recently pooped-in disposable diaper removed and replaced with the
doubled Thickies diapers that Heidi promised to put on him in lieu of
the homemade diapers.
Tommy lay on the changing table and he waited in anticipation as
he watched Heidi bring two Thickies diapers over to the changing table.
She cleaned up his stinky mess and powdered him before she pinned each
diaper on him very tightly. By the time she was done diapering Tommy, he
was just about as thickly diapered in two of the Thickies as Marvin and
Max were diapered in their sister's custom-tailored diaper creations.
Heidi left the room and she took all three of the boys' pants with
her and she locked them up in the box. Marvin and Max had also left the
room. Tommy was still lying on the changing table as he satisfied
himself and released the long-awaited ejaculation that had been building
up ever since Heidi brought out the diapers she made for Marvin and Max.
Heidi then left the house to visit her friend Lani. Because of the
way some of Heidi's friends treated her for the way she treated her
brothers where they had lived before, Heidi had brought no friends over
to the house up to this point. She didn't want her friends or anyone
else in her school to know about the way she diapered her brothers and
enjoyed doing this to them very much. She also didn't know what they
would think of the fact that her father also wore diapers.
Heidi had only known Lani since the beginning of the school year, but
she felt that she could trust Lani enough to invite her over after they
got back from Arizona. She had told Lani that she could have no friends
over because of her family, which made it so she wasn't lying, yet it
implied that her family was highly dysfunctional. The Oppenheimer family
was actually better off than many other families. The mutual enjoyment
that the boys and their sister and their parents shared with their
respective roles with diapers promoted more unity among one another.
During the remainder of the afternoon, the three boys lounged
around in their diapers as always. She told the boys they could have
some snacks while she was gone since they hadn't had lunch yet.
While they were online, Marvin introduced Tommy to online chat. He
showed him the various teen diaper chat rooms that were listed. Marvin
then engaged in a short chat session with one of his regular online
diaper buddies. There were only a few people in the chat room as it was
early in the day and most kids were probably still in school or doing
other things at that time.
Marvin then received an alert to chat through another chat system
called ICQ. It enabled users to type messages back and forth in "real
time", and it didn't require the users to initially meet in a public
chat room. Marvin was alerted for chat from another one of his diaper
friends. Tommy watched Marvin converse via his keyboard to the other
person. They got to talking about things like summer camps that were
offered specifically for diaper-wearers. Marvin mentioned that during
the summer he and his family would go to their cabin up in the mountains
and he and Max would spend the entire time there in their diapers.
Marvin continued to chat for a couple minutes before signing off
from the computer. Marvin then engaged in a discussion with Tommy about
inviting him to the cabin that coming summer.
"Sure," Tommy said. "I'd love to go!"
"Will you mind going around in front of others?" Marvin asked him.
"You mean, in just diapers?" Tommy asked hesitantly.
"Me and Max do it all the time!" Marvin said.
"Well, I don't know. I've never even worn shorts out in public,
let alone diapers."
"Everybody up there knows my Daddy and our family and they know
that Me and Max wear diapers. You'd fit right in as long as you were
with me and Max!"
"Well, I'd like to know more about this place," Tommy hemmed and
hawed.
"Ever heard of Silver Shores?" Marvin asked Tommy.
"Yeah, but I never been there," Tommy replied.
"It's a resort community where people have cabins or summer homes.
There's a lodge, a swimming pool, a sauna, tennis courts, golf, a little
store, it's a really neat place!"
"Does everybody go around in diapers?"
"So far, just me and Max and these other two boys whose family
also has a cabin up there."
"Do you know these boys?" Tommy asked.
"Oh yeah, we get together all the time and we go swimming, riding
our bikes, we have a blast with each other! It's a lot better than
summer camp!"
"I was going to go to a science-fiction camp last year," Tommy
said. "But I didn't go."
"Why not?" Marvin asked him.
I just didn't want to go around in shorts and have to undress in
front of other boys."
"Well, if you go with us, you'll won't have to worry about
undressing; Heidi will take care of that for us, perhaps Nancy, if she
goes, too."
Tommy got out his photo album and showed Tommy several pictures
that had been taken of him and Max in their diapers at their cabin.
There were pictured in various places such as the swimming pool where
they were donning special swimming diapers, plus there were pictures of
them in the lodge, by the tennis courts, walking across the golf course,
and riding their bikes that they took up to the cabin with them. He
showed Tommy several pictures of the cabin itself and the bedroom they
had in it. The bedroom had the same wallpaper as their bedroom at home,
and it also featured two cribs just like the ones they slept in at home.
When Tommy was looking at the pictures he noticed that there was a
regular bed in the room, too.
"That's Heidi's bed," Tommy explained. "She doesn't mind the
wallpaper. The cabin only has two bedrooms, so my Mommy and Daddy sleep
in one and me, Max and Heidi all sleep in the other."
"So, what do you think?" Marvin asked Tommy.
"Well," Tommy said, mulling over the invitation.
"Will I have to go around in just my diapers, like you guys?"
"Well, no, we won't make you do it, but after you've seen us in
our diapers you may change your mind and lose the pants. Man, that'll be
a blast if you come with us and we can all just go around in our diapers
the whole time!"
"Don't we do that all the time here on weekends, anyway?" Tommy
asked Marvin.
"You haven't lived until you've actually gone around outside and
in front of others in your diapers! It's kind of like being a nudist, I
suppose, but you're wearing diapers instead. We even go to the lodge in
our diapers!"
"You're kidding!" Tommy gasped. "Really?"
"We get a few stares from visitors and first-timers, but like I
said, most of the people know us there. The other two boys are sometimes
with us whenever me meet them there, so yeah, we stand out, being the
only ones in diapers, but the fun thing is that we can get away with it!
Who knows, when others see us in diapers, it might encourage them to all
try it, too!"
"Well, I'll think about it," Tommy said.
"It'll be a couple months away," Marvin said.
When Tommy's mother showed up to pick him up she saw that he was
diapered up in Marvin's Thickies diapers. Most of the time Tommy
remained in his disposable diapers whenever he went over to Marvin's
house after school. Tommy explained that he wanted to wear the cloth
diapers this afternoon as he would be there longer and he wanted to
enjoy wearing them. Tommy thought that he might be in trouble now, but
he was relieved to find out that his mother didn't mind him wearing
Marvin's diapers, just that she was in a hurry to get home.
"Uncle Mike and Aunt Judy will be at our house soon to drop Adam
off with us," she said. "I need to get them to the airport right away
since their flight leaves at 7:00."
"How long will it take you to change him?" Tommy's mother asked
Heidi.
"Quite awhile, I've got him really pinned up in his diapers."
"Oh," Tommy's mother said as she sighed. "Well, we really need to
get going now. Shoot, I have Nancy waiting out in the car. I'll run her
home and then I'll be back."
"Okay," Heidi said as Tommy's mother left. While she ran Nancy
back to the house Heidi took Tommy out of the Thickies and put him into
one of the disposable diapers that Tommy carried in his school bag.
Tommy had only wet the Thickies a couple of times, just barely enough to
make it worth changing him as the Thickies had a very high capacity for
wetness. She handed Tommy his pants. At this time Tommy said goodbye to
everyone and he wished them all a fun and safe trip to Arizona.
When Tommy got back to his house, his Uncle Mike and Aunt Judy
hadn't yet arrived, but did so just shortly afterwards. They left their
car in the garage at Tommy's house while they were driven to the airport
just in time to catch their flight. Tommy and his family saw them off
and then they headed back for home.
Tommy's cousin Adam was going to be with him for much of the
coming week off from school. Tommy hoped that Adam was doing better in
dealing with having to wear diapers. If not, then perhaps this would be
Tommy's opportunity to make a diaper boy out of his cousin, just as
Marvin had made a diaper boy out of Tommy.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 25
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Adam appeared to have gotten more adjusted to wearing diapers, at
least as far as Tommy could tell. He was still quite shy and uneasy
about having to go to Tommy's mother to tell her that he needed to be
changed, but he knew that this was the only way he would ever get his
wet and poopy diapers changed.
Adam was taken into Tommy's room and he was placed on the table.
Out of habit, Tommy's mother reached for the strap and she started to
put it over Adam until he hollered and told her not to do it.
"Sorry," she said as she let the strap drop back down. She then
took off his pants and exposed his diaper. She was glad to see that he
was wearing some decent-quality diapers now and not the cheap ones that
kept leaking on him when he was there for Christmas. They were thicker
than the first ones he wore, though these were not anything like the
disposable diapers Tommy wore.
She tore off the wet and soiled diaper and she dropped it into the
bucket down below. She gently cleaned his bottom and his balls which
made his little penis stand up. This reminded Tommy's mother of the
times when Tommy was seven years old and diapered for bedwetting. She
knew Adam was enjoying the feeling of it but she knew he was embarrassed
and still sensitive about wearing diapers, so she didn't give his
genitals quite the amount of attention she gave Tommy.
Adam was only given a few disposable diapers to start him out
while he was at Tommy's house. Adam's mother explained that she wasn't
sure how many diapers he would need, and she didn't want to have to
bring several of the large, bulky packs of diapers over all at one time,
so she left Tommy's mother some money to buy more diapers as needed.
The diapers that were supplied were another off-brand, though they
were supposed to be better than the first ones that Adam had been
wearing at Christmas. Tommy's mother opened Adam's bag and pulled out
one of the diapers and then she wrapped it around Adam's body and
fastened up the tapes. She then left the room without putting Adam's
pants back on him as she wasn't used to doing this for Tommy, so Adam
put them back on himself after his diaper was changed.
As Tommy had just been changed back at Marvin's house before his
mother picked him up, he didn't need to be changed right away. In fact,
he went around for most of the evening in his disposable diaper, which
he rarely did since he usually got put into his cloth diapers right
after school.
By the time evening came around, Adam was stripped of his wet
diaper and sent to the bathroom with Tommy to take a shower with Tommy.
Adam was used to baths instead of showers, and he recently started
taking baths unsupervised and he had the privacy he wanted. Adam didn't
like having to stand before his older cousin without any clothes on as
this seemed even more embarrassing to him than having to go around in a
diaper.
While the two boys were getting themselves cleaned up Adam
couldn't help but to notice the fact that Tommy had such a large penis,
especially since it was erect. Adam then realized his was starting to
get stiff, too. While they were showering he saw that Tommy began peeing
right there in the shower.
"Why are you peeing in the shower?" Adam asked Tommy.
"I can't control it," Tommy said. "Don't you have the same
problem, too?"
"Yeah," Adam admitted as he thought about the times he peed in the
bathtub back home since he lost control of his bladder. The boys
lathered up the soap and got themselves washed up. Tommy rubbed soap on
Adam's back, watching it trickle down to his butt and flow into the
crack. Adam did the same to Tommy, and the boys didn't mind sharing the
shower by the time it was done. They emerged from the bathroom, each of
them with a towel around their naked bodies. They went back into Tommy's
bedroom to be diapered for the night.
The changing table was large enough to accommodate both of the
boys at the same time, so both Tommy and Adam got up on it. Nancy
diapered Tommy while Tommy's mother diapered Adam. Adam's diapering was
not nearly as involved, so he was already diapered and ready for his
pajamas while Nancy was busy layering up several cloth diapers and
pinning them onto Tommy.
"Can I have my pajamas, Aunt Ellen?" Adam asked Tommy's mother.
"Sure, dear, let me get them for you," Tommy's mother replied.
She rummaged through Adam's supply of clothes and located the tops
to his pajamas, pulling out a powder blue shirt with a picture of all
the NFL football teams' helmets emblazoned across the front. She
continued searching for the bottoms, but she was not able to produce
them.
"Oh dear," she said.
"What's the matter?" Adam asked his Aunt Ellen.
"I can't find the bottoms," she said, "unless you don't wear
them."
"I do," Adam said. "Aren't they there?"
She kept looking and going through the various pockets and other
compartments in his bag.
"They're not here," she said.
"You mean my Mom forgot to put them in there?" Adam asked.
"That's what it looks like, I'm afraid," his Aunt Ellen said
resignedly as she stopped rummaging through the bag and zipped it back
up.
The truth of the matter was that Adam's mother deliberately left
his pajama bottoms behind when she packed his clothes and Tommy's mother
had been told about it ahead of time. The reason was so that Adam would
hopefully learn to be more comfortable with going around in diapers and
this setup would force Adam into such a situation. Nancy had also been
told ahead of time not to offer him any of her sweat pants or pajama
bottoms that she may have. Hers were all pink and girlish in their
design and knew that Adam would never want to wear these, and Nancy
wanted to see Adam wearing just his diapers, anyway.
In fact, Tommy's mother had been told ahead of time to do
everything she could to promote the idea that diapers can be fun to
wear, after seeing what it difference it made in Tommy over the last few
months. Tommy's Aunt Judy had cited in her phone conversations with his
mother that she noticed that Tommy seemed happier and more confident
about himself after he was put in diapers and that he found a good
diaper friend to help him along. She wanted to get Adam to attain the
same level of confidence and self-esteem, and she felt that Tommy's
constant diapered presence would do this.
"So what am I going to do?" Adam asked, realizing that he had no
pajama bottoms available to him.
"It looks like you'll have to just wear your diapers to bed every
night," his Aunt Ellen told him. She knew Adam would be embarrassed
about this, but at the same time she knew it would do him some good in
the long run.
"Look at your cousin Tommy!" she said, pointing out how Nancy was
still busy diapering him, inserting the last few pins in the last diaper
before putting his plastic pants on him.
"He goes around like that all day, Adam," she said, "to say
nothing of the fact that he wears so many diapers at a time! If he had
his way, he and his friend Marvin would probably go to school like
that."
Tommy smiled to himself as he acknowledged his mother's comment.
Nancy caught his modestly amused look and she smiled back at him,
patting him gently on the forehead.
Adam resigned himself to his situation as he pulled the pajama top
on, leaving his diaper completely exposed with the absence of his pajama
bottoms.
"Okay, boys," Tommy's mother said. "Let's go have some ice cream,
how does that sound?"
"Yeah!" Tommy cheered. Adam just said, "sure" as he followed Tommy
out to the kitchen, looking at the excessive amount of diapering that
was covering Tommy's butt.
Adam took his seat at the table where he was handed a dish piled
high with Neapolitan ice cream. He began eating it as he watched Tommy
get into his high chair. Adam had never seen Tommy in his high chair
before as it had been put away last Christmas for the sake of the others
who were visiting. Adam watched as Nancy began spooning the ice cream
into Tommy's mouth and eating from her own dish as well.
"Why do you eat from a high chair?" Adam asked Tommy.
Tommy wasn't prepared to furnish an answer for Adam's question,
and he wasn't sure how to explain it to Adam so that he would
understand.
"I just like to, I suppose," Tommy answered.
"But why?" Adam asked, sounding more like an overly inquisitive
three-year-old.
"I was at my friend Marvin's house and he was using one, so I
decided I would use one, too."
Adam still didn't feel that his curiosity had been satisfied, but
he surmised that it was because Tommy was wearing diapers and that he
liked them so much.
"Is it because you wear diapers?" Adam asked Tommy.
"Well, yeah, that has something to do with it," Tommy answered
just before Nancy shoved another heaping spoonful of ice cream into his
mouth.
"And is that why you sleep in a crib?" he asked.
"Mmm hmm," Tommy answered and nodded while his mouth was still
stuffed with ice cream. It had dribbled down all over his chin and onto
his bib.
"Do I hafta sleep in the crib, too?" Adam asked.
"Of course you do," Nancy said as she smiled to him. "Where else
are you going to sleep. Adam?"
"On the floor, I suppose," he said.
"That'll make your back sore," Nancy said. "I used to do it at Dee
Anne's house."
"Who's Dee Anne?" Adam asked.
"She's my best friend," Nancy replied. "Do you have any friends?"
she asked him.
"Just one, his name is Peter," Adam said.
"What do you and Peter like to do together?"
"We like to play baseball and stuff like that," Adam said.
"Do you guys ever have sleepovers?"
"No, because he says he can't have anyone come over, and besides,
now that I wear diapers, I don't want to go over there or have him come
over to my house."
"Do you know why Peter can't have anyone come over?" Nancy asked
Adam.
"No, he just said he doesn't want other kids staying with him."
"Maybe Peter's a bedwetter," Nancy suggested. "Lots of kids are,
especially boys."
"I dunno, I don't want to ask him if he is and then find out he's
not."
"Does Peter know you wear diapers?" Nancy asked Adam.
"No, I'm afraid to tell him," Adam said.
"Do you trust Peter?"
Adam didn't quite understand the question, so Nancy asked Adam how
long he had known Peter.
"Since kindergarten, why?"
"Well, that's a long time," Nancy said. She started to think some
more, hoping to give Adam some suggestions in finding out more about his
friend.
"Do you ever go to Peter's house?" Nancy asked.
"Sometimes," Adam replied, "but he likes coming over to my place."
"Have you ever been in his bedroom?"
"A couple times, but he said he didn't want anybody to go in
there."
"It sounds like he may be hiding something from you," Nancy said.
"Well, you'll have to figure it out on your own, Adam, but I'm sure that
if he's been your friend since kindergarten, then he wouldn't laugh at
you for having to wear diapers."
"Yeah," Tommy jumped in after sitting quietly and listening to the
dialog between Nancy and Adam.
"Yeah, it's more common than you might think," Tommy told Adam.
"I'll show you some web pages on bedwetting sometime," he said. "Not
just diaper pages like I showed you before, but pages on bedwetting. In
fact, let's go look at those web sites right now," Tommy suggested.
"Don't stay on long, boys," Tommy's mother told them. "Your
bedtime is coming up soon."
"Okay, Mommy," Tommy said as he signed on. He received the usual
barrage of e-mail messages that he got from his fellow diaper friends
who always wrote to him on the weekend. He let Adam read the e-mail
messages. Adam couldn't believe that there were so many kids like Tommy
who enjoyed wearing diapers so much. As Adam read some of the messages
he felt his penis poking up in the front of his diaper, forming an ever
so slightly visible tent as the diaper was fairly thick.
One of the messages came from someone Tommy had never heard of. He
called himself "Closet Baby", and for good reason as he explained in his
message.
hi
i am 12 years old like you and i am a boy. i was reading your web page
and i liked it. do you realy like to wear diapers? i do but i cant tell
my family cuz theyll think i am wierd i dont know what to do. should i
tell them and get it over with or try to deal with this and keep it a
secrit? i think my mom would be cool but my dad would get mad and my
brother would beat me up for it. i have to by my diapers at the store
and it really imbarases me i wish my mom wood know and she cood by them.
please write me back. i want to talk about this some more with you.
Tommy was annoyed somewhat by his poor spelling, but he figured
that perhaps the kid was developmentally challenged and had legitimate
reasons for his writing difficulties. Tommy wanted to write back to him
but he didn't have the time to do it at the moment, so he moved on to
check out the other web sites and show them to Adam. He brought up the
web page on Goodnites, and then he went to several parenting pages that
discussed bedwetting from a more clinical point of view.
"See? A lot of kids have to wear diapers," Tommy tried to assure
Adam.
"But they just wear them to bed," he said.
"Not all of them, did you see my e-mail messages? Most of those
guys are in diapers all the time, like me and Marvin and his brother
Max."
After Tommy showed Adam some more web sites Adam wanted to look up
some pages on baseball, but by that time they were told it was time for
bed.
"But I want to look up just one thing," Adam said.
"It'll be there tomorrow," his aunt assured him. "It's past you
boys' bedtime as it is, and from the looks of your diaper, I can tell
you need to be changed again."
"How is your diaper, Tommy?" Tommy's mom asked him.
"A little wet," Tommy said. "I'll be fine overnight."
"Oh yeah, that's right, you're the one who likes to wear six sets
of cloth diapers at a time!" his mother grinned.
"Okay, boys, time to get those butts in bed!" Tommy's mother said
as she patted Tommy on his behind before she marched them back to
Tommy's bedroom. Tommy got up into the crib and lay there on top of the
sheets. Adam was then set up on the changing table and taken out of his
diaper and put into another one.
"Look at it this way, Adam," Tommy's mother said to her nephew as
she taped up his diaper. "Without your pajama bottoms I can see when
you're wet and I can change you sooner."
"Okay, into the crib you go!" she said to Adam.
Adam hesitated as he thought about having to sleep in the crib.
"I don't wanna go in there," Adam said.
"Oh come on, Adam, so it's a crib," his aunt said. "It's not like
everybody will know about it."
"I'm afraid," Adam said.
"What are you afraid of, dear?" she asked him as she knelt down to
him to give him some comfort.
"That I won't be able to get out. My Mom says I'm
claustro...claus...cl..." Adam said as he tried to remember the word to
describe his fear of confinement and closed spaces.
"Oh, you mean, you're claustrophobic? I'll just leave the gate
down then," Tommy's mother said.
"Okay," Adam sighed, "but I still don't want to sleep in a crib."
"It's just a bed with slats around it, that's all," Tommy's mother
said.
"Yeah, and it's got teddy bears and stuff all over it, too," he
said. "That's all baby stuff!"
"At least Tommy has his Star Trek sheets on it this time. His
other set is Winnie the Pooh," Adam's aunt said to him.
"Now come on, just get up there. Just think of how comfortable
you'll be when I tuck you in and then you can go to sleep and by
tomorrow you'll think, 'wow, I slept in a crib last night! That wasn't
so bad after all!'"
"Up you go!" Tommy's mother said as she gave Adam a boost into the
crib, enjoying the opportunity to push on his diapered butt. He crawled
into the crib and got underneath the covers with Tommy lying right next
to him. She tucked the boys in and then she kissed them both goodnight.
At that time, Nancy came in to read a bedtime story to the boys.
"Are you kidding?" Adam asked as he couldn't believe what was
going on. He sat up and looked at Tommy.
"No, I'm not kidding," Tommy said.
Adam stared at Nancy as she stood in her pajamas at the bookcase
and selected a story.
"Oh here's a good one," Nancy said as she walked back over to the
crib and sat down in the chair with the book she was about to read. She
turned off the overhead light and turned on the lamp on Tommy's dresser.
She began reading the story to them. Adam felt so awkward, feeling like
he was being treated like a baby. After awhile, he got into the story
and he started listening to Nancy read it. Her soft voice soothed him
and lulled him into tranquillity. It turned out to be one of Adam's
favorite stories that he could remember his own father reading to him.
He hadn't heard it in over three years. Because he missed the first part
of it, he asked Nancy to read it again, which she did.
After Nancy finished the story she kissed the boys goodnight and
turned the light off. She then shut the door.
Tommy lay there in his crib with Adam next to him, knowing that
Adam was still wide awake, as he was. Tommy could feel one of Adam's
knees pressed up against his diapered butt and his feet touching the
back of Tommy's legs.
Tommy tried to think of a way to break the awkward silence, but he
didn't know what to say to Adam. Finally, he asked Adam, "are you
comfortable?"
"I'm okay," Adam said back. "I think I'd be more scared if you
weren't in here with me," he said.
"Really?" Tommy said as his interest perked up some.
"I'm afraid of being in small places where I'm afraid I can't get
out, and I'm afraid of the dark and I have to use a night light," he
said.
"Oh, so you want big, brave cousin Tommy to scare off the
Bogeyman, eh?" Tommy joked.
"Don't talk about the Bogeyman!" Adam said, feeling scared. "He'll
hear us calling him!"
"Relax," Tommy said as he patted Adam on his shoulder. "There's no
such thing as the Bogeyman!"
"There is, too!" Adam said. Tommy thought for a moment how to
convince Adam otherwise, and then an idea came to him.
"The Bogeyman doesn't like smelly diapers, so he stays away from
kids who wear them," Tommy said, trying to have some fun with the topic.
"Really?" Adam replied. Tommy decided to keep going with this
little story he was making up.
"Yeah, he goes up to some kid and sees him sleeping, and then he
smells his dirty diaper and then he doesn't want to attack him anymore."
"What does he do if you have a clean diaper on?" Adam asked.
"Well," Tommy thought for a moment. "When he sees a kid in a
diaper, the Bogeyman just assumes he's probably already peed and pooped
in it by the time he's gotten to him, so he leaves him alone."
"Wouldn't he take the diaper off first?" Adam asked.
"Well, then he'd have to clean their butt, too," Tommy said,
almost laughing, "and the Bogeyman doesn't have time for that, and he
thinks poop is stinky and gross, so he moves onto the next house that
doesn't have a kid wearing diapers in it. You see, you're safe from the
Bogeyman if you wear diapers!"
"But what if you just pee in it?" Adam asked.
"He doesn't like the smell of pee, either," Tommy said. "Like I
said, he just thinks your diaper is dirty when he sees you wearing one.
As for me, well, he'd never have the time to take all my diapers off and
take out all the pins and stuff!"
"Oh, okay," Adam said. "You're kind of funny," he said to Tommy,
laughing just slightly. Tommy liked how he was now starting to amuse his
younger cousin with his little story, and most of all, he was putting
him at ease about the Bogeyman.
"Can I ask you something?" Adam said to Tommy.
"Well, you already did, but go ahead," Tommy replied.
"I already did what?" Adam asked.
"You go, 'can I ask you something?", and you see, when you say
that, you already are asking me something, get it?"
"Whatever," Adam sighed as he had no idea what Tommy was talking
about.
"What did you want to ask me?" Tommy asked Adam.
"Why do you wear your diapers so thick?"
Tommy felt his heart racing. He wanted to explain how wearing
diapers the way he did made him really excited by the way he looked in
them and how they felt, the way he enjoyed watching Nancy layer them on
him and pin them up and all the other aspects of wearing diapers that he
enjoyed. He had to keep in mind that Adam was only seven years old going
on eight.
"Well, when you get older," Tommy started, "you sort of get these
uh, 'feelings' about yourself, and some things that you do make you feel
really good."
"So does wearing all those diapers make you feel good?"
"Uh huh," Tommy replied, though not as emphatically as he was
thinking of telling Adam.
"They make your butt look really big!" Adam said. "Even my diapers
make my butt look big," he said.
"They're supposed to make your butt look big," Tommy said.
"They're designed that way and for a reason, that's what I like about
wearing them this way."
At this point the conversation trailed off and Adam eventually
fell asleep. Tommy was still wide awake, his dick having been hard
inside of his diapers for the last forty-five minutes as he thought
about some of things he told Adam about wearing diapers and a lot of the
things he would have liked to tell Adam if he were old enough to
understand.
While Tommy masturbated in his diapers nightly now, his urges were
especially strong now, having his diapered cousin lying there in his
crib with him and talking about their diapers. Tommy slowly started
massaging the huge bulky pack of cloth over his front. He didn't want to
wake Adam, but at the same time, Tommy knew he would never get to sleep
until he relieved himself of his urges. He began rubbing himself more
vigorously and within a couple minutes his cock was spurting semen all
over the inside front of his diapers. He continued stroking and
extracting every bit of joy juice he could get out of him.
When it was all over with he stripped off his covers and lay in
the crib with his diapered body exposed to the cool air of the room. He
was breathing heavily as he came down off of his thrill ride in his
diapers. Adam was awakened and scared that Tommy was sick or something.
"Tommy, are you okay?" Adam asked.
"Uh yeah, I'm fine," he said.
"You're breathing really hard," Adam said.
"Oh uh, well, I just had a really wild dream and I just woke up
from it."
"It was a bad dream?" Adam asked.
"No no, not a bad dream," Tommy said, "just a really wild one."
"You were moving around and you woke me up," Adam said. "I sure
hope I don't ever have the dream you were having."
"You will when you get older," Tommy said to him. "Trust me, you
will-- and it will be the best dream you'll ever have!"
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 26
------------------------------
Adam woke up the next morning to the realization that he had slept
in a crib the night before, and as Tommy's mother had told him, it
really wasn't that bad just as long as the gate was left down for him.
He left Tommy to continue sleeping while he got up.
Adam was hoping to go outside and play baseball and other outdoor
games. He looked out the window and he was disappointed to see that the
sky had clouded up and it appeared that rain was on its way. The wind
was also blowing and it didn't look like this would be the day to go
outside.
The first thing Adam wanted was to have his wet diaper changed.
The gels in his diaper made the diaper feel soggy and heavy between his
legs. He sat up and looked down to see that some of the contents of his
diaper spilled into the mattress. He noticed that some of the tapes had
come loose, too.
"Oh no!" Adam said to himself. "I was afraid this would happen. I
knew I shouldn't have drank so much soda last night!"
It was early in the morning and nobody else had gotten up yet to
change him. He couldn't do anything but to wait until either his Aunt
Ellen or his cousin Nancy was awake to change him. He hoped his Aunt
Ellen would be up first, but Nancy was out of bed first, instead. Adam
watched as she came out from her bedroom, rubbing her eyes. She said
"good morning" to him in a scratchy, groggy voice as she went into the
bathroom. Watching Nancy go into the bathroom reminded Adam of how
things were before he was in diapers and how he used to use the toilet
in the morning.
Adam stood near the bathroom door and he waited for the sound of
the toilet flushing to indicate that Nancy was going to be out of the
bathroom soon. He peed more into his already soaked diaper when he heard
the water running in the sink while Nancy was washing her hands. His
diaper began to leak some more and its contents were dripping down the
sides of his legs and onto the floor.
Nancy came out of the bathroom and she could see that Adam had
really soaked his diaper well. It was sagging from the weight of its
contents.
"I see you need a diaper change," Nancy said to him. "Just go into
Tommy's room and I'll be right there."
Adam went back into Tommy's room and waited for Nancy. He stood in
the middle of the room, looking at the crib and watching Tommy as he
continued sleeping. He went up to Tommy and took a closer look at him.
He was curious to see how thick Tommy's diapers really were.
Adam took a cautious glance behind him to make sure Nancy wasn't
coming into the room just yet. He then pulled back the covers and
revealed Tommy's diapered bottom. He crawled up onto the crib and took a
closer look at Tommy's diapers. He noted how the cloth layers were
bundled together and stacked so neatly over his behind. He looked at
where Tommy's diapers covered his crotch and he could see that
underneath the plastic pants were six thick white bands of cloth bunched
up into his crotch with several layers of diaper material in each of the
white bands. A solid line of diaper pins showed through his plastic
pants as Adam noted that Tommy was very well pinned up in his diapers.
Adam got a little closer and he stuck his finger underneath
Tommy's plastic pants. He could detect that Tommy had wet his diapers.
He was curious to see if Tommy had pooped in them, too, but his diapers
were far too thick to provide any visual indication of what he had done
in the seat of his diapers. Adam thought of himself being diapered like
Tommy was, but he didn't want to ask anyone to do it for him.
Adam got back down from the crib. He had left behind some wet
spots on the sheets where his diaper had leaked out some more. Nancy
then came into the room, having changed out of her pajamas and into her
day clothes.
"Okay," Nancy whispered to Adam to avoid waking Tommy. "Up on the
table."
She noticed that Adam's diaper had leaked quite a bit. She saw
that these diapers were the same cheap diapers that he had been wearing
before when he was visiting for Christmas. Nancy knew ahead of time that
Adam would be wearing them as this was part of Adam's mother's plan to
get Adam to enjoy wearing his diapers. The idea was for the cheap
diapers to be determined inadequate for Adam's wetting, which had
increased in volume and frequency in recent months. Because of this, he
would be switched to cloth diapers like the ones Tommy wore, hence the
real reason for the short supply of cheap diapers and the money that
Adam's mother left with Tommy's mother.
The entire diaper was soaked all the way up into the butt, as
Nancy noted.
"Adam, I think you need some better diapers than these," Nancy
said quietly. "I thought your Mom said she was going to get you some
better diapers."
"My Mom just bought some more cheap ones before we came over,"
Adam said.
"Yeah, and you get what you pay for," Nancy said to him.
"She normally buys me the good kind," Adam said to Nancy.
"Oh, well, I guess she didn't feel you needed the good ones if you
weren't going to be wearing them in school," Nancy remarked.
Nancy wiped Adam's skin dry and then she put the diaper around him
and taped it up. She knew Adam would want his pants, so she gave these
to him, even though she would have rather seen him in just his diaper.
She intentionally put his diaper on more loosely so it would leak and
get his pants wet, though not enough for Adam to notice.
Tommy got up a few minutes later. He saw that Adam was already
awake and out of the room. He started to crawl out of his crib when he
set his hand down on his mattress and detected the wet spot that Adam's
leaky diaper had left there when he was examining Tommy's diapers close
up while Tommy was asleep. Tommy knelt down to smell the wet spot and he
confirmed that it was what he had suspected.
"Great," Tommy groaned. "Adam's diaper leaked on him."
Tommy got up and then he went out to the kitchen where he saw Adam
munching down a bowl of cereal.
"Mornin' Tommy," Nancy greeted her brother. "You ready for
breakfast?"
"Uh huh," Tommy said in the middle of a yawn. He got up into his
high chair and then Nancy put the table over the top of his lap. She
tied the bib around his neck and she began feeding him his cereal.
Tommy's mother had been in the bathroom taking a shower. She later
came out with a towel around her head and her nightgown draped over her.
"Good morning, boys, good morning, Nancy," she said as she started
a pot of coffee. "How did you both sleep in the crib together?"
"Okay," Adam said. "It wasn't too bad."
"See? I told you so," she said to him with a smile.
"Uh, Mommy," Tommy called his mother over to him.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"I think Adam's diaper leaked last night, my bed is wet where he
slept."
"Oh, okay, I'll go change the sheets."
"I'm sorry, Aunt Ellen," Adam apologized, embarrassed that he had
gotten Tommy's bed wet.
"It's okay, dear," she assured him. "It happens. I'm going out to
do some errands today, and I'll pick up some better diapers for you."
When Adam wasn't looking, Tommy's mother winked at Nancy to let
her know that she was going to be buying the cloth diapers when she went
out on her errands. In the meantime, Nancy was to check Adam's diaper
periodically.
Over the course of the morning, Nancy went up to Adam and checked
his diaper frequently. Adam became annoyed by the frequency at which she
checked him. She had him take his pants down each time.
"I'll tell you when I need to be changed," Adam insisted.
"Well, okay, but I know you are embarrassed about telling me when
you need to be changed, and I'm afraid these cheap diapers will leak on
you, so just leave it up to your cousin Nancy, okay?"
"Okay," Adam said, grumbling as he had to remove his pants yet
again.
"You could make things a little easier for me by just leaving your
pants off," Nancy suggested to him.
In spite of the inconvenience Adam dealt with when Nancy kept
checking him, he still wanted to have his pants on. Soon he wet his
diaper and it leaked as Nancy was expecting it to do. Adam began crying
when he realized his diaper leaked and his pants got wet as a result.
Nancy came running to Adam and got him to stop crying.
"Look, Adam," she said. "They're cheap diapers, my Mom is out
getting you some better ones that won't leak, okay?"
"Okay," he said.
"Now, let's get you changed," Nancy told him. She took him back
into Tommy's bedroom and she took off his dampened pants and his soaked
diaper. When she re-diapered him she told him that she was going to use
two of the diapers this time, explaining that a second diaper would
catch the leaks from the first one.
After Nancy got Adam double-diapered she handed him his other
pants from his bag and told him he could wear them if he wanted to, but
suggested that it would be easier for both of them if he didn't have his
pants on.
"But you shouldn't have to keep checking me if you put two diapers
on me!" Adam contested.
"Well, I still need to see when you need a change," Nancy said.
She handed Adam his pants and watched him try putting them on. She
knew they wouldn't fit over two diapers.
"I can't get my pants on!" Adam complained, frustrated that his
pants would not fit over his diapers now.
"Well, I can take one diaper off, and I can start checking you
more often and risk having your pants get wet, or you can just wear two
diapers and I'll leave you alone for awhile. Besides, you don't really
need to wear pants today, it's raining outside, so you probably won't be
leaving the house."
"So then why are *you *wearing *your* pants?" Adam asked Nancy,
trying to put the shoe on the other foot, so to speak. Nancy couldn't
provide a plausible explanation that would not reveal the reason she was
trying to get Adam to go around without his pants on and let his diapers
show. Nancy remained silent as she tried to think of a good answer.
"You just want to see me wearing diapers, right?" Adam pouted.
Nancy still remained quiet as she was at a loss for a way to back
herself out of this one. Feelings of guilt began to set in when she
could see just how upset Adam was becoming now.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Adam cried.
Nancy was beginning to feel that perhaps it wasn't fair to Adam to
put him through all of this planned treatment without letting him know
the reason behind it. She told him what was going on.
"Well, Adam, I think you need to know something," Nancy said as
she put her hand around him.
"Your parents want you to feel better about wearing diapers, and
we are trying to get you used to wearing them."
"I *am* used to wearing them!" Adam interrupted Nancy. "I haven't
used a toilet once since I got into that accident!"
"Okay, but it seems to still bother you that you have to wear
them. Does it?"
"I wish everybody didn't have to know about it!" Adam shouted.
"Well, some people *do* have to know about it, Adam. The ones who
take care of you and anyone who is close to you will know. This is how
it is, Adam. You wear diapers now and you need to learn to deal with it
like Tommy did. Six months ago, you would have never seen Tommy wearing
six cloth diapers a time like he does now, and you know why he does it?
Because he likes wearing diapers now, and maybe you'll learn to like
wearing yours, too."
"Well," Adam said. "It's not that I *don't* like wearing them, but
it just, it just..."
"It embarrasses you," Nancy said to help him finish his sentence.
"Tommy went through the same thing," Nancy told him. "Tell him,
Tommy."
"Look Adam, I never thought I would like wearing diapers, but the
fact is, I love wearing them now. My friend Marvin and his brother Max
helped me get through this. I remember when I didn't even want to hear
the word 'diaper' and I hated being called a baby for wearing them. I
hated it when Nancy's friend Dee Anne found out I was wearing them and I
hated it even more when she saw me in my diapers for the first time.
I've learned to deal with it all since then, and I've learned to enjoy
it."
"But everyone at your school doesn't tease you about it, do they?"
"I've been lucky that nobody has found out yet," Tommy said. "I
don't know what I would do if they did."
"I used to have friends until they found out," Adam started crying
again.
"You don't need friends like that anyway," Tommy said. " Why don't
you talk to that one kid you were telling us about last night?"
"I guess I don't have a choice," Adam said.
"He might have a few gross habits, but that doesn't mean you can't
be friends with him," Nancy added. "He probably feels the same way as
you do."
"Let's go check out the Internet," Tommy said. "Maybe that will
help you to feel better."
Tommy then went over to the computer. Adam stood still and watched
him try walking while wearing his thick stack of diapers. Adam resigned
himself to spending the day without wearing his pants and he joined
Tommy at the computer.
Before Tommy signed on he wrote out his answers to the e-mail
messages he received the night before. He spent a particularly long time
writing his reply to "Closet Baby." After he finished his reply he
queued it up in his outgoing mail and then signed on.
When Tommy checked his new messages he received an e-mail from
whom he originally thought was the girl in Arizona. Instead, the message
was from Marvin, who had apparently gone next door to the girl's house
to write an e-mail from her computer. It was a fairly long message,
which read as follows:
Hi Tommy!
How are things up there?
It's 85 and sunny today! Betcha you can't say that there! Anyway, me and
Max are over at Tammi's house and she just changed our diapers! She
really liked putting our Thickies diapers on us and she really liked
putting the diapers that Heidi made for us on! We've been in just our
diapers since we got to my aunt's and uncle's house. Max got diarrhea
last night and it's a good thing he was wearing diapers because we were
in my grandparents' guest bed. It's kind of weird to sleep in a bed when
you're used to sleeping in a crib all the time! I'm sure you'll find
that out sometime, crib boy!
Marvin went on to talk about some of the other things that he and
Max were doing. He also asked Tommy about Adam and asked if Adam was
getting to like wearing diapers. Tammi also wrote a message of her own
to Tommy, She told Tommy about what she was having Marvin and Max doing
and how she hoped to see him someday.
Marvin also attached some photos that Tammi had taken of them with
the digital camera that they had apparently taken with them. Tommy
viewed the pictures, re-read the e-mail message and then looked at the
pictures again before he closed the message. He then he went on to check
out web sites and newsgroups with the intention of returning to answer
Marvin's e-mail later and to comment on the images. During his session
he got a message back from "Closet Baby." It was riddled with errors as
was the last message, but it was still understandable. Tommy also
planned to answer this message after he signed off.
Adam turned away from the computer and looked outside to see that
it was still raining.
"I'm bummed," Adam complained. "I wish it would stop raining so I
could go outside and play some baseball."
"I don't mind the rain," Tommy remarked. "Actually, I like it. I
don't see what's wrong with rain and I hate it when everybody complains
about it. It doesn't make me gloomy like most people say it does."
"Will you play with me when it gets sunny?" Adam asked him.
"Well, I'm not really into sports," Tommy said.
"We can just play catch or something like that," Adam said. "I
just want to get outside."
"Well, tell you what, I'll play catch-- or even baseball with you-
- but you have to answer one question for me first."
"Is it about wearing diapers?" Adam asked.
"What else?" Tommy answered.
"What do you want to know this time?" Adam asked in defense.
"I just want to know if, do you like wearing them?"
"Well..." Adam hemmed and hawed.
"You didn't say 'no' right away," Tommy was quick to point out.
"Why do you want to know?" Adam asked Tommy.
"Because I think I know the answer, and you're keeping it a
secret. If you tell me your secret you'll feel better."
Adam sat silently as he watched Tommy browsing a diaper story he
had just found. Adam caught himself reading it and enjoying it. When
Tommy scrolled the text down, Adam told him, "wait, go back."
"Were you reading that story?" Tommy asked his cousin.
"Well, yeah, I guess I was," Adam replied, sounding embarrassed.
"What do you think the answer is?" Tommy asked Adam.
"Well, I think I should tell you something," Adam said.
"Go ahead, I'm listening," Tommy said as he scrolled back up to
the top of the story he and Adam were reading. Tommy was expecting Adam
to reveal what he had already known, but Adam's revelation came in a
more roundabout way.
"This morning, when you were sleeping and I was awake, I pulled
the covers back and looked at the diapers you were wearing."
"And why did you do that?" Tommy asked, not surprised that Adam
did this.
"Well, I just wanted to see how thick your diapers really were,"
Adam said.
Tommy got up and bent over in front of Adam, sticking his well-
diapered butt in his face.
"Well here, take another look, Adam!" Tommy said, patting his own
butt. "They're *thick*, believe me, they are!"
"Well, I thought that, well, maybe I could wear mine like that."
"Then I take it you like wearing diapers," Tommy said, satisfied
that Adam was starting to open up about his hidden, developing diaper
interests.
"Yeah," Adam said. "I do, I guess, but I don't know why I do, or
if I'm supposed to like them."
"You see all these web pages?" Tommy pointed out on his lengthy
list of bookmarks to various diaper web pages.
"You see all these stories? You see how many people I e-mail back
and forth? These are the people just like you and me who wear diapers
for one reason or another, and they *all* learned to like wearing them!
Some of these kids were spanked and beaten up every day for wetting
their beds and got put in diapers for it. In fact, that's what I went
through. It's perfectly okay to like wearing diapers, Adam, because it
turns out that most people who end up wearing diapers eventually enjoy
wearing diapers."
"Can I tell you something else?" Adam said.
"I'm all open," Tommy said.
"I want to wear thicker diapers tonight," Adam said, sounding
embarrassed. "I want to wear them like you do."
"Well, it's a good thing you do, because that's what my Mom is
going to be bringing back for you to wear."
Adam found out soon enough that his secret wish that he revealed
to Tommy was about to come true. Tommy's mother came in the door and
presented to Adam the cloth diapers that she had bought for him.
Adam had only gotten so far as to trust Tommy in telling him about
wearing diapers. He didn't want to share these feelings with Tommy's
mother or with Nancy, at least not yet.
Adam feigned his reluctance to wear the cloth diapers when he was
shown them.
"Do I have to wear those?" Adam asked.
"Well, since I bought them for you, I do expect you to wear them,"
his Aunt Ellen said.
"But, they're cloth diapers," Adam pointed out.
"Yes, your mother wanted me to get you some while you were here.
She can't get any in the town you guys live in, and she felt that with
your increased wetting problems you would do better in cloth diapers
since they can be layered on thicker and she won't have to be constantly
be buying the disposables."
"Let's go ahead and change you into some," Adam's aunt said as she
led Adam back to the diaper changing table in Tommy's room. "You're
smelling pretty ripe, boy."
Adam couldn't wait to get his new cloth diapers put on him, but he
didn't want to express his anticipation and continued to feign his
hesitation to be wearing them.
"I see Nancy had to use two of these diapers on you," his Aunt
Ellen said as she noted the use of double disposable diapers on Tommy.
"Maybe she was just trying to use up these cheap diapers quicker,"
Ellen said.
Tommy's mother took off the two diapers and tossed them into the
bucket, one of which had taken the brunt of the loose and messy bowel
movement Adam just had in his diapers a little while ago. She wiped up
Adam's poopy bottom and got him cleaned and powdered for his new
diapers. She began folding together three of the two dozen cloth diapers
she picked up from the store.
"I think you'll need to be triple diapered for the way you're
wetting your diapers now," she said. "And for the way you poop in them,
too," she added.
Adam watched as his aunt layered the diapers into one fluffy stack
and prepared it to put up around his waist. He felt the soft, virgin
materials pulling up into his crotch as the diapers went around his body
very tightly. The diapers were triple-pinned to ensure a tight, secure
fit. They went up past his stomach and far up on his back just like
Tommy's diapers did. Adam was secretly enjoying the diapers even more
than he anticipated.
Ellen noticed that Adam wasn't putting up a fuss nor whining like
she expected him to when she diapered him in the cloth diapers.
"Well, Adam, you seem to be taking this quite well. I really
thought I'd have to strap you down for this," she said. Adam tensed up
as she mentioned the strap, but was relieved that she never used it on
him.
"I hope you won't mind that you'll have to stay in just your
diapers while you're wearing the cloth ones," Ellen said to Adam, this
time expecting him to object. "No way those pants of yours will fit!
You'll wear the disposable diapers that are left whenever we go out, and
you'll wear your pants then."
"What if I want to go outside?" Adam asked.
"You can play in the backyard if you want, it's fenced all the way
around, and there are shrubs to keep people next door from seeing you."
Adam wasn't convinced of this and he wasn't about to go outside in
his diapers, even if the weather had permitted him to do so otherwise.
"But I wouldn't count on it for a couple days, though," his Aunt
Ellen added.
"Why's that?" Adam asked her.
"The forecast says it's supposed to keep raining into next week."
"Aww," Adam sighed, feeling disappointed, feeling trapped inside
the house with nothing but diapers to wear the whole time, though in
some ways, he looked forward to this, too.
"I did get you boys this, though," she said as she showed Adam a
computer baseball game that she had picked up while she was out.
Adam's diapering was finished up and he was sent out of the room
waddling in triple-thick cloth diapers and his shirt. He couldn't keep
his legs together as he walked. He wondered how Tommy could handle
walking around in six diapers as three was a challenge enough for Adam,
who was well on his way to becoming a "diaper boy" himself.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 27
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The cloudy, cool and rainy weather continued through half of the
week of spring break, which kept everyone indoors for much of the time.
Tommy and Adam wore just their diapers and shirts each day and they
found enough to do in spite of their confinement to the house. Mostly,
they played the computer version of baseball that Tommy's mother had
bought for them. Tommy really liked playing the baseball game in spite
of his general aversion to sports. Adam became antsy at times and he was
getting cabin fever and wanting to go outside, but between the inclement
weather and the fact that his diapers were too thick for his pants to
fit, Adam resigned himself to spending his time inside the house.
Adam was beginning to get used to being in just his diapers for
the entire day and he had started to get over his embarrassment of
wearing them in the presence of others. He adjusted to being pinned into
and wearing triple-thick cloth diapers all day long, which were always
wet and often loaded with poop by the time he was changed in the middle
of the afternoon by Nancy. She began to notice that Adam was starting to
slowly overcome his negative feelings about wearing diapers, just like
Tommy had initially learned to overcome the same feelings he used to
have. Adam did acknowledge that he felt better and more secure to have
thicker diapering on him than before, and not having to worry about
leaks anymore.
The sun didn't make its appearance until Thursday of the spring
break week. The temperature was noticeably warmer that day, too. Adam
was glad to see that the weather had finally cleared so that he could
get outside and play some real baseball with Tommy. While Nancy diapered
Adam in his cloth diapers that morning, he asked her if he could wear
his pants that day and not be diapered so heavily that his pants
wouldn't fit.
"You haven't needed them all week," Nancy said to Adam, trying to
encourage him to stay in just his diapers. "You've gotten along fine in
just your diapers."
"I feel like I've been going around in my underwear the whole
time," Adam said.
"Well, you have been in your underwear, more or less," Nancy said.
"Just that your diapers are your underwear now."
"But I want to go outside, it's nice out, finally."
"We can go in the back yard," Nancy said. "It's private, nobody
will see you there. Trust me."
Nancy then led Adam over to the sliding glass door and showed him
the high fence and the thick shrubbery growing alongside it.
"Nobody will you see you back here," Nancy said as she escorted
Adam onto the wet lawn, the ground softened by days of seemingly nonstop
rain.
"What about those houses up on the hill?" Adam asked as he pointed
up to the row of houses that ran along the hillside behind their house.
"Ahh, they're too far away," Nancy told Adam as she waved her hand
to gesture her dismissal of such a concern. "Who'd think to be looking
down here from up there to see you two boys playing around in your
diapers, anyway?"
"You just want me to wear my diapers around so you can see them,"
Adam said to Nancy. Nancy felt that she should confess some more, seeing
that Adam was beginning to get more comfortable being around her in just
his diapers.
"Well, I do think you look kinda cute in your diapers," Nancy
admitted to Adam, but in such a way to not embarrass him and to assure
him that she meant it in a positive way.
"What do you think Tommy looks like in his diapers?" Nancy asked
Adam.
"Well, his butt's really big-looking," Adam said shyly. "He wears
a lot of diapers."
"He does, doesn't he?" Nancy said to Adam. "So do his friends
Marvin and Max. They like to wear them that way."
"But why so thick?" Adam asked.
"I think it makes them feel like little boys," Nancy said, "and
they like to feel like little boys because they all wear diapers. I've
seen some of the stories that Tommy likes to read. They're all about
boys like him who wear diapers."
"Yeah, Tommy was showing them to me," Adam said.
Nancy continued to talk to Adam in a frank, open manner about him
wearing diapers. After awhile, Adam asked her a question.
"Why are you talking to me about diapers so much?" Adam asked her.
"Would you rather I didn't?" Nancy asked him.
"Well, I don't know, I was just wondering why you were asking me
so many questions about wearing diapers and telling me about Tommy
wearing them and you changing him and stuff. Do you like to talk about
diapers?"
"I do, if it makes boys like you who have to wear diapers feel
better about it. You have been answering my questions and sitting here
with me-- in just your diapers-- I might add. Does that mean you like to
talk about them, too?"
"Well, I will have to wear them for the rest of my life," Adam
said. "So I'll have to talk about them quite a bit."
"Do you feel more comfortable about wearing them around me than
when you had them on before?" Nancy asked Adam.
"Well, yeah," he said. "I'm still a little nervous, though."
"Nothing to be nervous about," Nancy assured Adam as she put her
arm around his shoulders. "I'm a lot nicer to you and Tommy than a lot
of girls are to their brothers who wear diapers, at least compared to
the ones in all the stories I have read to Tommy."
"You read diaper stories to Tommy?" Adam asked Nancy.
"All the time," she said. "I'll read you guys a story tonight, if
you want me to, that is."
"Maybe," Adam said.
"So, you still want to wear your pants today?" Nancy asked Adam.
"Well, I don't suppose I really need them," Adam said. "You know,
I think I like being in diapers."
"Not so bad after you get used to it, now is it?" Nancy said.
"As long as you trust everybody who knows you wear them," Adam
said.
"So does that mean you trust me?" Nancy asked Adam.
"Yeah," he said.
"Would you trust my friends if I brought one of them over?"
"I don't know your friends," Adam said. "Who are they?"
"I'm just having one come over later today," she said. "Her name
is Dee Anne, and you can trust her," Nancy said.
"I don't know who she is," Adam said.
"She's seen Tommy in diapers plenty of times," Nancy said. "She
even has a cousin who wears diapers, and he's fourteen, I believe."
Meanwhile, Tommy had been inside the house watching television. He
wondered what had happened to his sister and his cousin. He got up and
looked around the house and hollered for them. He went into the kitchen
and then spotted them outside the glass door sitting at the picnic table
on the patio. He joined them later and he was filled in on what they had
been talking about. Tommy felt satisfied that his cousin was starting to
come out of his shell and becoming a "diaper boy."
Later in the day, Dee Anne came over, and with her was her
fourteen-year-old cousin Dennis. He and his parents had come over to Dee
Anne's house to spend spring break with Dee Anne's family. Dee Anne had
not been able to visit until this day as she was busy with her own
family all week.
Dennis was the cousin that Dee Anne mentioned to Tommy several
months ago when she was trying to get him to be more comfortable around
her in just his diapers. Tommy had nearly forgotten about him until he
overheard Dee Anne mentioning that her bedwetting cousin who wears
diapers was going to be coming up over spring break. Tommy didn't expect
to ever meet him, much less have Adam meet him. Adam became uneasy when
he watched Dee Anne and Dennis come into the house. He tried to close
his legs together to hide the bulky, wide crotch of his diapers from
view, but he quickly realized that his diapers were so prohibitively
thick, he resigned himself to letting them show in their entirety.
Nancy introduced her friend Dee Anne to Adam as he was sitting on
the couch with thick diapers fully exposed as they wrapped over his
belly. Dee Anne then introduced her cousin Dennis to everyone. He went
around and shook hands with everyone.
"Pleased to meet you all," he said in his boyish-sounding voice.
"Where's the bathroom?" Dennis asked Nancy. Tommy looked at Dennis
strangely, wondering why he wanted to know where the bathroom was if he
wore diapers.
"First door on your right," Nancy told him.
Dennis was carrying a bag with him as he entered the house. He
carried the bag into the bathroom. It contained his supply of diapers
and other items he needed to keep with him at all times. He had gone
into the bathroom to change out of his wet diaper.
Tommy expected Dennis to look older. Fourteen sounded like such a
big age to Tommy, even though he was only a couple years younger. He
asked Dee Anne about Dennis' age.
"He's fourteen, fifteen this September," Dee Anne said. "I know,
he looks a lot younger. In fact, when we went to the movies this
weekend, they thought he was twelve, so he got in for half price!"
"How long has he been wearing diapers?" Tommy asked Dee Anne.
"All his life. At first he used to wear them just for wetting his
bed, but then he started pooping his pants, so he got put into diapers
for good. So yeah, he wears diapers all the time, just like you, Tommy,
and your cousin, right?"
"This is Adam," Nancy reminded Dee Anne.
Dee Anne could sense that Adam was tensing up by her presence. She
told him that she had seen Tommy in diapers many times as well as her
own cousin, so he had no reason to hide from her what he was wearing.
This helped to put Adam at ease a little. He also felt a little better
when he saw Dennis emerge from the bathroom carrying a wadded-up
disposable diaper to dispose of in the garbage.
"Where's the garbage?" Dennis asked Nancy.
"Out in the garage," she said. "We've got a container out there
just for diapers."
Tommy and Adam were both quite surprised at Dennis' openness about
wearing diapers. He, too, appeared to have overcome any bad feelings he
may have had earlier in his childhood for wearing diapers.
"See, I wear diapers, too!" Dennis said as he held up his used
diaper in front of Tommy and Adam. "Dee Anne told me about you two
before we came over."
Dennis took his diaper out to the garbage and then he disposed of
it. As he walked, Tommy and Adam both noticed the way they could hear
his diaper crinkling noisily inside of his shorts. They were high-cut
jogging shorts that barely covered his butt. His diaper's bulge could be
seen through his shorts and the diaper itself could be seen through the
legband.
The fivesome got together in the kitchen to have lunch. Tommy
thought that he had completely overcome his own inhibitions about his
wearing diapers and the related behavior, but even now, he was hesitant
to sit in his high chair in the presence of Dennis. Nancy prompted Tommy
to take his seat in the high chair, so Tommy felt that he was expected
to sit there. Between bites of food being shoved into his mouth, Tommy
carried on a conversation with Dennis. They were hitting it off well
with each other.
"You have a high chair?" Dennis pointed out. "How cool! I saw
something like that on the Internet!"
"You have the Internet?" Tommy asked Dennis.
"Oh yeah, you wouldn't believe all the stuff I find about diapers
on there!" he said.
"Me, too," Tommy said. "I've gotten stories and pictures and
stuff."
"So do I," Dennis said. "I have a list of about 20 web pages that
I always visit."
"Do you happen to know of a page called 'Toddler Tommy's Page?'"
"Yeah, I do!" Dennis said. Tommy then pointed back to himself.
Dennis' eyes became very wide and his mouth was agape. He pointed at
Tommy.
"*You* are Toddler Tommy?! I *thought* you looked familiar! Dude,
I mean, wow, I finally get to meet one of you diaper boys on the
Internet!"
"What's your e-mail address?" Tommy asked Dennis.
Dennis gave Tommy his e-mail address. Tommy thought back for a
moment and he recalled getting e-mail from somebody under that name.
"I think you wrote to me a couple times," Tommy said.
"I think I did, this is so cool!"
"I wish you could meet my friend Marvin and his brother Max,"
Tommy said. "Do you know 'Baby Mo?'"
"Yeah, is he your friend?"
"He is," Tommy said. "He really helped me get into liking diapers.
He's in Arizona for spring break, or I'd call him over. By the way,
where are you from?"
"California, Sacramento," he said.
After everyone finished eating, Tommy and his newly-formed friend
Dennis went over to the computer so Tommy could show him some of the
diaper stuff he had found on the Internet. When he logged on he checked
his e-mail for new messages.
"I know some of these guys," Dennis pointed out some of the names
that were listed on the screen.
"Small world," isn't it? Tommy said.
"There's probably a lot more of us around than you think," Dennis
said as another diaper dialog was exchanged between the two boys. Dennis
got to talking about how he got into wearing diapers.
"I had to keep wearing them at night because I always wet my bed,"
he said, repeating the story his cousin Dee Anne had already told Tommy.
"I also started having pooping accidents, so I was kept in diapers for
that, too. After awhile, I wasn't using the toilet at all and my parents
decided that I should just stay in diapers forever. Now I have to wear
them because I don't use my bowel or bladder muscles anymore."
After they visited several web sites they got offline.
"Wanna see my room?" Tommy offered to show Dennis, knowing that he
would appreciate it.
"Sure," he said.
Tommy led Dennis back into his room. Dennis couldn't believe that
Tommy had a crib and a changing table in his room.
"This is so cool!" he said. "I gotta tell you, Tommy, you are for
real! Some of these guys who e-mail me I think are lying or faking or
exaggerating, but I know that you are for real! Do you always wear just
your diapers like that?"
"Most of the time," Tommy said. "My pants won't fit over them, for
one thing."
"I wouldn't think so!" Dennis commented. "You sure are thickly
diapered there!"
"I've got six of them on," Tommy said.
"Six? Geez! Do you put them all on yourself?"
"My Mom or my sister Nancy diapers me," Tommy said.
"You are so cool, Tommy! I mean, you're real!"
"Thanks," Tommy said. "Wanna see some stories?"
"Sure, I probably have some of the ones you have, but let's see
them," Dennis said.
Tommy got out one of his diaper story binders and handed it to
Dennis. While Tommy had his diapered rear end turned to Dennis, he
reached down into his shorts and began to stroke his hard-on through his
diaper. Tommy then returned and offered to let Dennis sit in the crib.
"Sure, this might be a lot of fun!" Dennis said.
The two boys sat across from each other and read stories aloud to
each other. About five minutes later Dennis got out of the crib and took
his shorts off, revealing the thick, fluffy disposable diaper he had on.
He then returned to the crib in just his diaper.
"You're pretty cool about diapers yourself," Tommy remarked,
seeing how quick Dennis was to shed his shorts after having only known
Tommy in person for an hour or so.
"I'd rather just be in my diapers like you are," Dennis said. "I
wear just my diapers and my shirt at home, and like you, I also wear
cloth. I'm only wearing disposables while I'm visiting."
The two boys continued to read stories aloud to each other. They
both had big hard-ons inside of their diapers and they were each tempted
to start stroking themselves, but under the circumstances, neither of
them was willing to take things this far.
Nancy came into the house to check up on Tommy and Dennis. She
suddenly appeared at the door.
"Well, isn't this cute!" she said as she admired the two boys
sharing their crib.
"Dee Anne come here!" Nancy shouted.
"So, what are you guys doing?" Nancy asked them.
"Reading diaper stories," Dennis replied.
"Hold on there a sec," Nancy said as she left the room for a
moment. She returned with a camera and took a picture of the two boys in
their diapers sitting in the crib. Adam was also standing there and
looking at Tommy and Dennis.
"Why don't you get in there and join them?" Nancy told Adam. "This
will be really cute!"
Adam reluctantly complied and he got up into the crib and posed
with Tommy and Dennis.
"I can't wait to see how these turn out!" Nancy said.
"Come on and join us outside," Dee Anne said to her cousin.
"Yeah, come on Tommy, it's a really nice day out!"
Tommy and Dennis followed Adam and the two girls out to the back
yard. Dennis left his shorts off and went out to the back yard in his
diapers just like Tommy and Adam.
They had arranged an impromptu game of baseball. Because of the
odd number of players, Dennis took a neutral position as pitcher for the
two teams, one of which was Tommy and Dee Anne, the other, Nancy and
Adam.
They only played to four innings and nobody was keeping score,
anyway. The girls on each team scored most of the runs and got most of
the outs against the other team, as neither Tommy nor Adam could not run
as fast while wearing their thick diapers. Everybody was having fun,
even Tommy, who typically did not enjoy playing baseball at school among
his classmates. Tommy figured that not being with his classmates made a
big difference.
Throughout the warm, sunny day, they played hide and go seek and
other games in the back yard. They were all alone in the privacy of
their little world, its boundaries defined by the high fence and dense
shrubbery around the yard. Nobody else knew that there were three
diapered boys accompanied by two girls playing together in the yard.
Or so they thought.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 28
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At the top of the large hill that ran behind Tommy's house was a
row of homes overlooking the rest of the neighborhood down below. Here
is where Tommy's former friends Carl and his brother Mitchell lived.
Carl had a treehouse in the large tree at the edge of their
backyard. This was Carl's own little world and he often came to this
place to escape from his tormenting older brother Mitchell. Here, Carl
could do just about anything and everything he wanted to do, and it was
nobody else's business what he did here.
On this sunny, warm afternoon-- the first such afternoon during
Spring Break-- kids all around the neighborhood were outside enjoying
the weather they had been waiting for all week long. It was the first
time that Carl had been in his treehouse since late fall of the previous
year. He had gone up to his treehouse to sweep out the leaves and other
debris that had accumulated over the winter and to enjoy it on the first
fair-weather day of the season. He looked down to the houses below and
he could see kids playing in the streets and in their back yards.
Tommy's house was almost a straight shot down the hill from where Carl
lived. As he looked down, he could see five kids playing in the yard at
Tommy's house. He knew that this was Tommy's house as he used to visit
there.
What caught Carl's attention was that three of the kids appeared
to be playing in the yard in what looked to be their underwear as he
observed three white-seated kids running back and forth, all of them
oblivious to Carl's focus on them from several hundred feet away. Carl
knew that one of the kids was Tommy, but he had wondered who the other
two were. He knew from overhearing conversations at school between Tommy
and Marvin that Marvin was going to be gone this week.
Carl also knew that Tommy wasn't running around in just regular
underwear. Carl had found out about Tommy wearing diapers by accessing
his web page one day when nobody was home. Carl got on the family
computer and he started searching for web sites on diapers, hoping to
find something that reflected his own hidden, secret interests. He also
spotted Marvin's web page, and then he knew that this was the common
bond that kept Tommy and Marvin as such close friends to each other.
Carl set up an anonymous e-mail account and signed himself on as
"Closet Baby." He then wrote Tommy an e-mail message to explain his
situation, wanting to wear diapers but having to keep it all hidden from
his family. For obvious reasons, Carl did not want to reveal to Tommy
who he really was.
Carl didn't know what to do. After having found out what happened
to Tommy, he felt guilty about causing Tommy to get into that bicycle
accident several months ago, and he wished he could have stayed to help
Tommy get home safely. Carl didn't even realize until he spotted Tommy's
web page and recognized the pictures on it that he knew what had become
of his former friend. He had read Tommy's story that explained the
incident that caused him to lose control of his bladder, and then he
knew that this was the Tommy that was once his friend. Carl recalled how
he had teased Tommy for his lack of confidence and courage to go down
that steep hill, and he didn't think he could ever approach Tommy again.
He felt that Tommy held some bitter and resentful feelings towards him
and felt that Tommy would never forgive him for what happened.
Ever since Carl found out that Tommy wore diapers as a result of
the accident, he wanted to become friends with Tommy, knowing that he
would have someone to talk to about his own interests in wearing
diapers. His only means of communication with Tommy at this point was
through the anonymous e-mail account. He had written to Tommy and Marvin
a couple of times. Both of them, especially Marvin, who has answered
dozens of e-mails of this nature from other "closet babies", tried to
give him advice and support in dealing with his situation, but Carl felt
so awkward talking to somebody he knew, about something he had never
shared with anyone before.
Carl got down from his treehouse and ran into the house to
retrieve his father's binoculars to get a closer look at Tommy and the
other boys in their diapers. He went back up the rope ladder that led to
his treehouse and then he pulled the ladder up with him, assuring him of
the privacy and security he wanted, especially now.
Carl looked through the binoculars and focused them on the back
yard where Tommy lived. He zeroed in on Tommy, who was bending over to
pick up a baseball and unknowingly exposing his thickly diapered butt to
Carl. Carl could see that Tommy was just as heavily diapered as always,
at least as what the pictures on his web page indicated.
Carl continued to watch Tommy as well as the other two boys in
their diapers, neither of whom he recognized from school. He was
especially puzzled when he looked at Dennis as he appeared to be about
the same age. Perhaps he was a new kid, Carl thought, or a kid who
didn't go to his school because he wore diapers.
Carl could barely contain his excitement as he continued to watch
the show down below. His penis, still a ways from attaining pubescent
traits, became hard underneath his pants. He stripped off his pants and
then he began to play with his hard-on through his underwear. After a
couple of minutes of this activity he decided this was a good time to
try wearing a diaper.
Carl kept a wooden box with a lock on it in his treehouse. He
didn't have much use for the box until he went to the store last summer
to buy some diapers. He had to settle for baby diapers as it would seem
more plausible to the cashiers that he was buying them for his younger
brother. He had made up a fake shopping list that looked like his mother
had written it. The list included pop, potato chips, candy, and "diapers
for Mitchell." This way when he went around the store, it would look
like he was running an errand for his mother, and the otherwise lone
purchase of diapers wouldn't look as obvious. It would also supply him
with the food he liked to keep stashed in his treehouse.
Carl retrieved the key he kept hidden in his treehouse and opened
up the box. Inside was a half-consumed bag of potato chips that had gone
stale by this time and would need to be thrown out. He put his printouts
of diaper stories and pictures in the box, and then he picked up the
package of diapers, only to realize that there was only one of them
left.
"Damn! I need to get some diapers today!" Carl said to himself. He
took the last diaper out of the bag and shoved it down into his
underpants, the sensation of which brought his little penis back to an
erect state. Standing at the edge of his treehouse and leaning on the
plywood wall that ran across the front of it, he picked up the
binoculars and watched Tommy and the other boys as they were now playing
tag. Carl had just his underpants and a diaper on underneath as he began
stroking himself while watching Tommy and Adam playfully wrestle with
each other in their diapers.
Suddenly, a voice came from down below.
"Hey Carl!"
It was Carl's brother Mithcell.
"Just what are you doing up there?" Mitchell asked his brother.
"What's with the binoculars?"
Carl had to think quickly.
"Uh, there's some nice...girls out playing in their bikinis!" he
said.
"Really? Let me come and look!" Mitchell said.
"Uh, sure, it'll be just a minute," Carl said, realizing that he
needed to get his pants back on.
"Aww come on, Carl! Drop the ladder down to me!"
"Hold on!" Carl said as he bent down and pulled the diaper out of
his underwear and put it away in the box. He then grabbed his pants and
put them back on. Mitchell could hear Carl sliding his pants onto his
legs.
"Are you playing with your weenie again?" Mitchell asked his
younger brother.
"Why? You do it, too, Mitchell!" Carl said.
"I do not!" Mitchell denied.
"You do, too! I can hear you banging your bed against the wall
every night!"
"Just let me up there, okay?" Mitchell asked, trying to change the
subject.
Carl made sure his diaper box was locked and then he dropped the
rope ladder down to Mitchell. He came up into the treehouse and then he
abruptly took the binoculars away from Carl, snatching them out of his
hands.
"Gimme those!" Mitchell said. He started scanning the panorama of
the neighborhood to find the bikini-clad girls he had been told about.
"Where are they at?" Mitchell asked.
"Over that way," Carl told him, directing him away from Tommy's
house.
"Where?" he grumbled. "I don't see anything."
"Can't you see them?" Carl asked his brother, further convincing
him that the girls were there.
"No! They must have gone inside or something," Mitchell said as he
took the binoculars away from his eyes.
"Yeah, they must've," Carl replied. "Can I have those back?"
"What for?" Mitchell snapped. "There aren't any girls now! Say, I
wonder what our old friend Tommy is up to! Isn't that his house down
there?"
"Yeah, I think it is, can't tell, they all look the same from up
here," Carl said.
Carl could see without the binoculars that everyone in Tommy's
backyard had gone back inside the house and he knew that Mitchell would
not see Tommy and the other boys in their diapers. Adam them came out of
the back door a few seconds later to get something he had left out
there.
"I wonder who he is?" Mitchell said as he watched Adam walk into
the back yard.
"Who?" Carl asked, acting as if he hadn't known what had been
going on in Tommy's back yard.
"Some kid," Mitchell said. "Looks about eight or nine...and he's
in his underwear, or...my God! He looks like he's wearing a *diaper!* A
really big, thick diaper!"
"Who?" Carl asked again. "The kid? A diaper?" Carl was trying his
best to play dumb about the whole thing.
"I dunno, he looks like he's eight or so! Geez, don't people potty
train their kids anymore?"
"Well, some people probably don't," Carl said to Mitchell as he
thought back to reading Marvin's story on his web page.
"Others may have to wear them because they wet their beds, or they
got hurt and their bladders got injured or something like that."
"How do *you* know all this, Carl?" Mitchell asked his brother as
he handed back the binoculars.
"I dunno, I was just thinking about why some older kids would have
to wear them, that is, when you asked me why, I mean, I don't think
about it, like, all the time, you know."
"Are you okay, Carl?" Mitchell asked him in a suspicious tone.
"I'm fine!" Carl asserted.
"I'm going back in the house!" Mitchell said as he demonstrated
how loose the board along the front of the treehouse was.
"You might want to nail this board down before somebody leans on
it and falls!"
"Yes, Mitch," Carl groaned.
Carl went back to his diaper box and got the diaper out of it
again. He put it on underneath his underwear and felt the tantalizingly
soft absorbent material rubbing against his dick and his balls. He
grabbed his made-up shopping list and stuffed it into his pocket. He
then took the empty diaper packaging and stuffed it into the bag of old
potato chips so he could dispose of them without anyone seeing the
evidence. Carl came down from the treehouse and then stuffed the potato
chips into the bottom of the garbage before going into the house and his
room to get some money.
"Where are you going?" Mitchell asked Carl.
"Just for a bike ride, why do you wanna know?"
"So if you get lost I'll know where to tell Mom to go looking for
you!"
"Shut up, Mitchell!" Carl said as he left the house.
Carl hopped on his bike and coasted down the hill and attained a
high velocity by the time he reached the bottom. As he was speeding
along he decided to make one other stop before going to the store. He
took a sharp turn into the alley that ran behind Tommy's house. Before
he got to Tommy's house he stopped a couple houses away so nobody in
Tommy's yard would hear him riding his bike. He parked his bike and
started to get off of it.
Suddenly a dog spotted Carl and he started barking loudly. The dog
continued barking and he wouldn't stop, so Carl got back on his bike and
rode past Tommy's house and then stopped his bike by the fence to the
yard next door on the other side. He walked back to Tommy's house and he
tried to be as quiet as he possibly could.
He went up to the gate that led into their back yard and he peered
through the narrow crack between the gate and the fence. Tommy and the
other boys were back out playing in the yard, still in just their
diapers and shirts. This time the three of them were kicking a soccer
ball back and forth to each other.
"I thought Tommy didn't like playing sports," Carl thought as he
watched Tommy and observed how heavily diapered he was. The ball came
rolling towards the gate when Tommy ran up to it. He bent over to
retrieve the ball, his butt facing Carl, only about ten feet away on the
other side of the fence. Carl felt the adrenaline surge through his body
like most boys felt when they see a girl naked in the flesh for the
first time. The effect on Carl was the same.
Tommy continued to stand in this corner of the yard, giving Carl
an extended view of Tommy's thickly diapered rear end. Carl put his hand
down into his pants to massage his hard-on as he thought about what it
must feel like to be wearing so many diapers like that. He looked at how
all the diapers were bunched up and gathered in the lower seat where it
met with his crotch. He imagined what such diapers felt like when they
got peed in and pooped in several times.
Later on the ball came towards Tommy. He missed it and the ball
slammed right into the gate. Tommy turned around to pick it up. Carl
thought for sure he would be caught spying in Tommy's back yard, so he
ducked out of view, hoping his presence wasn't detected.
Later on the ball ended up sailing over the fence into the
neighbor's yard.
"Good job, Adam! Now you can go get it!" Tommy said to his cousin.
"I'm not going over there in my diapers!" Adam said.
"Just go through the gate, and then go through their gate, and get
it!" Tommy said.
"No! You get it!" Adam said.
"They're not even home!" Tommy said to Adam. "They're both at work
right now!"
"What if somebody sees me in the alley?" Adam whined.
"Tell you what, I'll go check the alley, if there's nobody there,
then will you get it?"
"Oh shit!" Carl thought to himself.
This was the last that Carl had heard of the conversation from
behind the fence before he quickly ran to find a place to hide. There
was a large utility pole just down the alley. Carl quickly ran over to
it and stood behind it. He watched as Tommy opened the gate and looked
in each direction. Tommy spotted the bike and questioned why it was
there, but he assumed it belonged to some kid visiting next door.
"There's nobody here, Adam! The coast is clear!"
Carl watched as Adam came running out from the gate and quickly
opening the neighbor's gate. He grabbed the ball as quickly as he could
and then returned to the yard at Tommy's house. While Adam was over
there, the dog in the yard next door to them began barking loudly,
scaring Adam.
After the commotion was settled, Carl decided that his fun was
over with for now. He went back to his bike and rode the rest of the way
out of the alley and back around to the street in front. He peddled past
Tommy's house, hoping he wouldn't be spotted while passing by. He then
turned onto the street that led into the main part of town where the
nearest supermarket was located.
Carl felt his heart beating rapidly as he anticipated what he was
about to do. He tried to coach himself and tell him, "you're running an
errand, you're running an errand..."
He pulled out a shopping cart and then he began his purchases. He
started with the other things he meant to buy along with the diapers so
that the diapers would not stand out alone in the cart. Once he had a
six-pack of cola, two bags of chips and some candy, he went to the
diaper aisle. There were a couple other shoppers standing there, so Carl
decided to get out his phony shopping list. While he was preparing to
make his purchase, he caught part of the two ladies' conversation.
"I'm so proud of Ashley!" said one the women, whose daughter was
with her. "She's hardly two and already potty trained! It's so nice to
not have to buy diapers anymore!" the lady smiled as she proudly patted
the smiling girl on the forehead.
"I wish I could say the same thing about Cody," the other lady
grumbled as she patted her son on the bottom. Carl could hear his diaper
crinkle beneath the little boy's shorts.
"He's going to be four soon, and I'm still buying diapers for
him!"
"Just be patient with him, boys usually don't train as early as
girls do," said the girl's mother, trying to console the other lady. "No
kid ever went off to college in diapers, you know."
"Oh yeah, wanna make a bet?" Carl thought to himself, having
perused a few web pages that corroborated his thinking.
"If Cody doesn't start using the toilet soon, he may end up doing
just that!" the little boy's exasperated mother groaned.
"Good idea!" Carl thought, wishing that he could have told the
ladies what he was thinking.
Carl held his list prominently in front of him so the two ladies
would see it, as if they cared, and he grabbed the boys' version of the
extra-large-sized diapers that he intended to get. He had to reach
towards the back of the shelf to grab them, satisfied that sales for
such diapers appeared to be rather strong. Carl threw the diapers in the
cart and then he went up to the checkout to make his purchases. He
watched the display tally up his total as the cashier ran the items over
the scanner. The words BOYS XL DIAPERS, which only quickly appeared on
the register display, got him all the more excited. Carl made sure the
cashier would see the list that his mother had supposedly given him.
"How are you today?" the cashier asked Carl in a friendly voice.
"Fine, just running some errands for my Mom," he said, drawing the
cashier's attention to the list.
"I see, are you enjoying your spring break?"
"Yeah, I am," Carl said, hoping she'd cut the small talk and just
give him his change.
The cashier gave Carl his total, and then he shakily handed over
his money. She handed him back his change and wished him a good day.
Knowing that he was embarrassed to be buying diapers, she smiled at him
as he trotted out of the store.
Carl then hurried home as he couldn't wait to get another diaper
on as he was about to pee in the one he already had on inside of his
underwear. He peddled his way up the hill and got to his house, tired
and exhausted from the climb. He went straight to the back yard and up
into his tree house where he put his stuff away.
He stripped off his pants again and tossed them aside, and then he
sat on a small stool he had in his treehouse. He grabbed one of the
diaper story printouts he had gotten from the Internet and he began
reading it while he peed in his diaper. He felt the pee swelling up the
gels in the diaper. He stroked himself through the puffy, wet diaper
while reading about a boy who was locked in his bedroom until he used up
all the diapers that he had been caught with by his parents.
After he used the diaper and enjoyed its wetness he pulled it out
of his underwear. Having some plastic grocery bags stashed from his
previous purchases, he threw the diaper into one of these and took it
down with him and stuffed it in the trash, again at the bottom, right
alongside the potato chip bag with the diaper packaging inside of it.
After Carl returned to the house he saw Mitchell getting ready to
leave.
"Where are you going?" Carl asked him in such a way as to mock
what Mitchell had done to him earlier.
"None of your business! You won't tell me where you're going, so
why should I?"
"In case you get lost!" Carl fired back. "Actually, I don't care
if you get lost, Mitch!"
"Screw you, butthole!" Mitchell said as he left the house.
Carl had the house to himself for a little while, so he decided to
get on the computer and check out some diaper web sites and see if he
could locate another story to print. He then wrote another message to
Tommy to tell him what he had done that day. He mentioned buying the
diapers, but he refrained from mentioning that he was spying on someone
who was playing in his backyard in diapers, as this would seem much too
obvious.
It was late in the afternoon when Carl decided to return to his
treehouse retreat to read his latest story printout and to wet another
diaper. Mitchell had gotten back home and his mother had got off from
her work. He got back up into his treehouse and picked up the binoculars
to see if anything was going on. This time he saw Nancy and Dee Anne
hanging diapers up on the clothesline that was stretched across their
yard. There must have been dozens of diapers from what he could see as
the entire line was filled from end to end with diapers! On the end of
the line were some plastic pants, too.
Carl thought that this provided him an opportunity to have a free
run at getting a hold of some of those wonderfully thick cloth diapers
that he had his eyes on earlier when he observed Tommy donning them so
heavily on his behind. While the binoculars distorted Carl's
perspective, it appeared that the clothesline ran near the back fence
where he could sneak into the back yard and get some diapers for
himself.
He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, and if he were to get
caught it would cause him untold embarrassment, but he couldn't stand it
any longer and he had to do something. He didn't know what to do to make
sure nobody from inside the house would see him in their back yard. When
he saw that a car had backed out from the driveway of Tommy's house, he
knew that this was the time.
Without even telling his mother where he was going, Carl quickly
hopped back on his bike and raced down to the bottom of the hill. He
first rode to the front of Tommy's house and then he went up to the
door. He rang the doorbell and then ran off and hid, a prank he and his
brother were notorious for, though this time he just wanted to confirm
that nobody was home.
Seeing that nobody answered, he went back around to the alley and
went to Tommy's house. He couldn't open the gate as it was locked from
the other side, so he tried to scale the high fence. He had to stand on
his bike to boost himself high enough to get over the fence. He just
barely got himself over it and then he leaped down on the other side.
The theme to "Mission Impossible" began running through his mind.
Carl was now in Tommy's back yard where, in front of him, were the
diapers he had been drooling over. There were two lines running parallel
to each other. All of the diapers put together on it would cover well
over a hundred square feet as there were so many of them! He figured
that nobody would miss just a couple of the diapers.
Carl knew that he had to act quickly in case they came home while
he was there. He reached up to the first line and grabbed the diaper on
the end as to not leave a more noticeable gap in the middle. He decided
that he should sneak away a second diaper while he was at it, and a pair
of plastic pants. After he got a hold of his looted diapers he opened
the gate and quickly fled from the backyard. He tried to fold up the
diapers and plastic pants the best he could so that he could sneak them
back home without being caught. It was starting to get dark and he
hurried home, knowing that his mother would be expecting him for dinner.
Tired from the uphill bike ride home, Carl ran out to the backyard
with the diapers in his hands. Just as he got to his treehouse, his
father came out to the yard and confronted him.
"Carl! Where the hell you been, boy?!" his father shouted.
"I was just out riding, uh, I just sort of lost track of time."
"Oh, is your watch dead?" his father asked him sarcastically.
"No," Carl answered, realizing that his excuse was futile.
"Get in the house! Mom's had dinner waiting for the last ten
minutes! We had no idea where you were!"
"Sorry, Dad," Carl said, resenting his father's scolding.
After Carl had eaten dinner he went back out to his treehouse to
put his newly-acquired diapers away before anyone knew that he had them.
While he was out there he wanted to put one of them on. He quickly
realized that he was missing one important item for his diapers-- pins.
"Dammit!" Carl muttered to himself. He put the cloth diapers and
the plastic pants in his box for now while he went back into the house
to find some safety pins. He also wanted to get a flashlight as it was
dark by this time.
He started rummaging through various drawers and closets and any
other place he thought he might find some safety pins. After a couple
minutes of this his parents became curious as to what their son was
looking for.
"Son, what are after?"
"Uh, some batteries," Carl answered. "And a flashlight," he said.
"You're not going outside again," his father told him.
"Aww, Dad, it's a nice evening and I want to sit in my treehouse
and look over the city."
"Why do you keep going out to your treehouse?" Carl's mother asked
him. "Are you keeping something out there that you don't want us to know
about?"
"No!" Carl answered, resenting the accusatory tone of his mother's
voice.
"Carl, let's just be frank and open here, if you are doing
something you know we won't approve of, please just tell us now, we
don't want you to have problems later on."
"Mom, in case you are wondering, I'm not keeping drugs or anything
like that out there!"
"Okay, Carl, we believe you, but it's a serious problem kids your
age have to deal with these days, and we're just concerned, that's all."
"I'll betcha he's got girlie mags out there!" Mitchell said.
"Mitch, stay out of this!" his father snapped at him.
"Carl, just stay inside tonight, okay? It may be a nice evening,
but it is still cool out at night. Besides, there will be more nice
evenings, okay?"
"Aww, okay," Carl groaned.
In his tireless quest for safety pins, Carl went his own room in
hopes that he might have some. He rummaged through his desk drawers and
finally managed to scrape up a few safety pins that were tucked away in
the bottom of one of the drawers.
"Bingo!" Carl thought to himself. He set the pins aside and waited
until everyone had gone to bed before executing the next phase of his
plan.
It was after midnight before Carl felt that he could safely sneak
out of the house and into his back yard to his treehouse. The "Mission
Impossible" theme cued up again in his head as he got out of bed and
stepped quietly through the house and located a flashlight. He slowly
pushed open the glass sliding door that led to the back yard. Carl was
just in his underwear as he walked across the cold grass in his bare
feet. He went up into his treehouse and grabbed the diapers and the
plastic pants. While he was at it he got a hold of one of his disposable
diapers just for good measure. He was so excited now as he anticipated
fully diapering himself.
Carl made it back into the house and to his room undetected. He
closed his bedroom door and turned the light on. He laid the diapers out
flat on his bed along with the plastic pants. He removed his underpants
and gave his stiff cock a teasing rub as he looked at the big diapers
that he was about to put on. He couldn't believe that he actually had
some cloth diapers. He momentarily felt guilty about having stolen them
from Tommy, but his young erotic urges quickly perished his guilt.
Carl remembered seeing a web page that explained various methods
of folding a cloth diaper and he tried folding one to the best of his
recollection. He took the disposable diaper and set it on top of the
folded cloth diaper. He managed to get the cloth diaper pinned around
his body with a fairly good fit. Seeing that he had another cloth diaper
and two more diaper pins, he decided to double-diaper himself, the best
that he could do with what limited resources were available to him.
With two cloth diapers on him with a disposable underneath them,
Carl put on the plastic pants. They were still cold from having sat
outside in the chilly night air, but Carl's body heat quickly warmed
them up, especially as he was awash with excitement and anticipation.
Carl couldn't believe how huge the plastic pants were. They fit him
loosely as Carl was a little smaller than Tommy, and that he didn't have
on the amount of diapering it would take to fill out the plastic pants.
Still, it was very satisfactory for Carl.
He turned out the light and hopped into his bed. Never before had
he felt so good! The diapers felt so soft and bulky underneath his
bottom. His penis remained stiff all during his self-diapering and it
became stiffer as he started rubbing it through the diapers. He began to
envy Tommy, knowing that he enjoyed this pleasure every night and was
always diapered much more heavily, and he didn't have to keep his
diapers a secret, either.
Carl continued playing with himself until he felt a strange jolt
in his hard-on. He stroked himself a little more until his penis became
extremely sensitive to touch, which was when he stopped. His brother had
told him about this feeling, but Carl had been afraid to try it himself
for fear that it might hurt or that he would injure his penis. He was
relieved to find out that it was better than he had anticipated. He
didn't produce any semen, but the feeling was still quite pleasurable
nonetheless. Carl realized that he was getting hooked on wanting to be
diapered and keeping it a secret from everyone, he realized, would
become even more difficult.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 29
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When Tommy and his family came home from their shopping Thursday
evening, Nancy went out to the back yard to get Tommy's diapers down
from the clothesline. She didn't notice that any of them were missing at
first until she got to the other end and noticed that there were two
sets of clothespins hanging from the line without anything in them. She
also knew that the diapers had run all the way from one end of the line
to the other without any unused space.
Nancy piled up all of Tommy's diapers and loaded them into a
laundry basket before taking them into the house. She and her mother
spent awhile folding and stacking up all of Tommy's diapers. Meanwhile,
Tommy was on the Internet chatting with some of his diaper buddies with
Adam sitting at his side and watching him.
"I think somebody came into our yard and swiped a couple of
Tommy's diapers," Nancy told her mother. Tommy turned around as he heard
her say this and he listened.
"Oh?" her mother said. "How could you tell?"
"Because there were some clothespins on the end that were empty,"
Nancy said. "They were on the side closest to the gate."
"The gate is locked, it can't be opened from the other side when
it's locked," her mother said.
"Well, somebody must have really wanted them," Nancy said.
Tommy then became worried and upset that somebody in the
neighborhood had to have known that he was wearing diapers. He couldn't
figure out how anybody would have found out unless they happened to have
seen him playing in the backyard that afternoon. He didn't consider
anyone from on top of the hill possibly seeing him down below as those
houses were too distant for him to be seen. The fact that Carl would
have been the culprit was the furthest thing from Tommy's mind.
"Kids do this all the time; it's in some of my diaper stories I've
read," Tommy said as he stepped away from his chat session for a moment.
"It's a story called 'Diaper Kleptomaniac,' and it's about this
kid who keeps stealing diapers every chance he gets."
"Sounds interesting, kind of right up your alley," his mother
commented, knowing that Tommy enjoyed reading stories about other boys
who wore diapers. She didn't mind that Tommy read them, and in fact, she
liked knowing that Tommy had them available to him to give him support
and to make him enjoy the fact that he had to wear diapers. She figured
they were a lot better for him to read than looking at X-rated pictures
and reading sex stories like most boys Tommy's age were interested in.
"Well for Tommy, any story about diapers is up his alley," Nancy
commented.
Tommy heard the word "alley", and then something in his mind
clicked.
"I'm gonna go check something," Tommy said. He told everyone on
his chat session that he had to go and would return later on. Adam
wanted to take over and chat in Tommy's place, but Tommy didn't think
Adam could write well enough to chat in his place, and-- after hearing
from another boy who had to e-mail apologies to everyone after he
trusted his cousin to chat in his place-- Tommy didn't want Adam to do
things like insult the others online who would think it was still Tommy
doing the typing.
Tommy then signed off of the computer and left Adam to play the
baseball game to pass the time. Nancy grabbed a flashlight and she went
out to the back yard with her brother.
"Do you think you know who swiped your diapers?" Nancy asked
Tommy.
"I don't know," Tommy said. "But earlier today, we kicked a ball
over to the neighbor's yard and I opened the gate so Adam could run over
there and get it. I remember seeing someone's bike parked right there,"
Tommy said, pointing to the place where he had seen Carl's bike.
"So?" Nancy said. "What does that prove?"
"I think somebody was watching us today," Tommy said. "They had to
have staked the place out or something and then waited until we left to
take my diapers."
"Well, don't worry about it, Tommy" Nancy said to her brother,
patting him on his padded butt as she liked doing.
"He only got away with just a couple of diapers and a pair of
plastic pants. You have lots more, believe me! I have more to wash
tomorrow."
"Yeah, I doubt he'll be back, whoever he is," Tommy said. "Let's
go in, I'm starting to get cold out here."
"Could it be because you have no pants on?" Nancy joked as she
touched the cold skin of Tommy's bare leg, knowing that Tommy enjoyed it
when she made references to his being in just his diapers all the time.
Just as they were about to re-enter the yard, Nancy shone the
flashlight on the fence where she spotted some black scuff marks which
Carl's shoes had left behind as he scaled the fence.
"Gasp! Look at this!" Nancy pointed out the marks.
"Well, now we know how he got back here," Tommy said. "He had to
have gotten over the fence somehow. It's pretty high."
"He got what he was after, so let's just hope he's happy with
them," Nancy said. "Let's get back inside, you smell like you need a
change about now."
As Tommy and Nancy went back into the house she shone the
flashlight beam on Tommy's butt. The bright white light reflecting off
of his diapered rump contrasted against the darkness around them. After
they had gone inside they told their mother what they saw on the fence
out back.
"Maybe we should run some razor wire over the top of the fence
like they use in prisons," their mother joked. "If it keeps up, then
we'll have to hang your diapers out front," she said, joking again.
"No, please don't do that!" Tommy said seriously.
"Just kidding, honey. I think Nancy's ready to change you and Adam
now," his mother said.
Nancy picked up the basket full of folded diapers and took it back
to Tommy's bedroom to put into his drawer and to use on him for his
diaper change.
The next day was another sunny, warm early spring day. Nancy got
some more of Tommy's diapers washed and she had them on the clothesline
by about noon. At that time she suggested to Tommy that she wanted to
get out and ride her bike through the neighborhood and enjoy the day.
Tommy agreed to join her, but he would need to be more modestly diapered
so his pants could fit him. Nancy put him in only a double set of
diapers and then handed him his pants. Adam was also changed and put
into a double-set of diapers, too. To join Tommy and Nancy in their bike
ride, Adam used Tommy's old dirt bike and his old helmet.
"Where do you wanna go?" Tommy asked Nancy.
"I don't know, maybe we can have a race down the big hill."
"Yeah!" Adam cheered.
"No way, I'm not going back up there again!" Tommy said. "One
accident is enough for me!"
"Not *that* hill, silly," Nancy playfully slapped Tommy's arm
backhandedly. "I meant the big hill just over here."
"Okay," Tommy agreed. "Then let's go!"
While Tommy, Nancy and Adam peddled their way up the hill, Carl
came speeding down on the other side on his bike. He looked at Tommy,
Nancy and Adam suspiciously as he passed by them. Even though Carl was
going very fast, he was more easily recognized as he didn't have a
helmet on.
"Say, was that Carl?" Nancy asked Tommy.
"Yeah, that looked like him," Tommy replied. "I wonder what he's
up to these days. He never talks to me at school anymore."
"Who's Carl?" Adam asked.
"Just a kid I know," Tommy replied. "He and I used to be friends."
"So what happened?" Adam asked.
"He's the one I went bike riding with and got into the accident,
remember?"
"Oh yeah," Adam said.
"Does he know you wear diapers?"
"No, thank goodness!" Tommy replied, not knowing that the contrary
was true.
Tommy, Adam and Nancy continued to peddle up to the top of the
hill to prepare for their big race to the bottom. Carl continued riding.
He had been watching Tommy's house that morning and he saw that there
were more diapers hung up on the clothesline. When he saw Tommy, Nancy
and Adam leave on their bikes, he knew that he was free and clear,
assuming their mother was at work. He immediately hopped on his bike and
he swiftly made his way down the hill.
He stopped his bike in the alley and parked it next to the fence
so that he could boost himself up to climb over it. Just like the day
before, he found himself surrounded with diapers as he stood between the
two rows of them. He wanted to take them all, but this would have been
much too obvious of a theft, and he couldn't pack more than a couple at
a time and sneak them in. He snapped up two of the diapers, carelessly
leaving behind the clothespins. He didn't think he needed another pair
of plastic pants as he felt just hiding one pair would be difficult
enough, so he left these alone. He then exited the yard through the
gate.
Tommy, Nancy and Adam had just reached the bottom of the hill
moving at breakneck speed, it seemed to them. They decided to go down
the alley and ride around the neighborhood some more before going back
home. They wanted to show Adam around. As they entered the alley, they
saw someone in the distance getting on his bike and riding away quickly.
"Look, Tommy!" Nancy shouted as she pointed. "You see him? I think
we spotted the diaper caper! Let's catch him!"
When Carl saw the three others enter the alley, still maintaining
their momentum from coming down the hill, he quickly peddled away to
avoid being seen, much less caught. He hurried to the next street and
took a quick turn and disappeared into the subdivision.
"Forget it, he's gone, we'll never catch him," Nancy said between
breaths.
"I think it was Carl!" Tommy said.
"Do you think so?" Nancy asked Tommy.
"It sure looked like him!" Why would he want my diapers, and how
would he know I wear them? If he had found out at school I know he and
Mitchell would tease me about it!"
"Doesn't he live up on the hill?" Nancy asked.
"Yeah he does," Tommy said, having just made another big
realization in cracking the case. "Oh crap! I think he saw us playing in
the yard from his house up there!
"So let's have some fun with this!" Nancy said. "He's been back
for more, so he'll probably do it again!"
"He knows we saw him, so he's probably afraid to come back now,"
Tommy said.
Tommy, Nancy and Adam returned to the back yard. They noted that
the gate hadn't even latched shut when Carl left their yard as the gate
was still open ajar when they checked out the scene. They went into the
yard and saw that there were two sets of clothespins without anything in
them.
"So how can we lure him back again?" Tommy asked.
"Simple," Nancy said. "I'll put some more diapers out tomorrow,
and then we'll leave again. He has to be staking us out from his yard up
there."
"Okay, so what will we do if we do catch him?" Tommy asked.
"I'll come up with something," Nancy said. "I'll tell Dee Anne
about it and maybe she can help us out on this."
Saturday morning arrived. The weather had been cooperating with
Nancy's scheme to catch the suspected diaper thief. Having no time to
wash the rest of Tommy's other dirty diapers, she took some of Tommy's
clean diapers back out from his drawers and she hung them back out on
the line again. She then enlisted the help of Dee Anne and her cousin
Dennis, who was very thrilled to take part in helping catch the boy in
the act.
Nancy had access to a pair of binoculars of her own. She could see
out to the back yard from her bedroom window and she could see the
houses up on the hill. She stayed inside to avoid being detected from
Carl's view. She panned around until she spotted Carl's house. She could
see him up in his treehouse. He had a pair of binoculars hanging from
his neck. Every few minutes he checked to see what was going on.
"A ha!" Nancy shouted.
"He's watching us! Let's 'leave' so he'll want to come down and
get your diapers!"
"Okay," Tommy said, feeling nervous about having to confront Carl
later on if he were successfully caught in the act. Adam was also
nervous, not really aware of what had been planned. The three of them
left the house and made sure they could be seen riding away in the other
direction. Nancy took the binoculars with her to confirm that Carl had
left, too.
Carl had been watching Tommy's house down below and when he saw
Tommy, Nancy and Adam leave, he got on his bike and hurried down to the
alley to perform his next diaper heist. Little did he know that Tommy,
Nancy and Adam were only leaving long enough to tell Dee Anne and Dennis
to go into action. They had been told to wait at the opposite end of the
alley. They were told that Carl was probably on his way down a that
time.
Just as they had expected, Carl came coasting down the alley,
cautiously looking around to make sure nobody was watching him. He
parked his bike and looked around some more. He confirmed that nobody
was home as far as he could see. He wheeled his bike back to the fence
and climbed over it. After Carl made his way into the yard, Dee Anne and
Dennis came running down the alley and waited just outside the gate.
Meanwhile, Tommy, Nancy and Adam had hurried back to their house
and gone inside. They were in the kitchen and waiting just inside of the
glass door behind the closed drapes. Just as they had predicted, they
watched Carl climb over the fence and into the yard.
"I don't know about this," Tommy said nervously. The tension made
him wet his diapers.
"Well, we got to stop him somehow," Nancy said.
They watched as Carl grabbed hold of two more diapers. Thinking
that he was alone and not being watched, he started to leave the yard,
only to find out that there were two people on the other side of the
gate holding it shut.
"Oh shit!" Carl yelled as he was surprised to see that he had been
had. Carl had opened the gate just enough to release the latch so that
Dee Anne and Dennis could charge into the yard and shut it behind them.
"Who are you guys?" Carl asked as he dropped the two diapers he
was planning to steal.
"Who are *you?*" Dee Anne asked Carl, who was now scared.
Nancy and Tommy then came into the yard while Adam sat in the
kitchen and watched from behind the glass door. Carl tried to flee, but
Dee Anne had the gate blocked as Dennis grabbed a hold of Carl and
tackled him to the ground. As Carl fought to get out of Dennis'
stronghold, his shorts had slipped down to reveal the diapers he was
already wearing, the ones that belonged to Tommy.
"Okay, you thief, give Tommy his diapers back!" Dennis yelled at
him.
At this point Carl gave up and asked Dennis to get off of him.
Nancy stood next to Dee Anne to help guard the gate. Tommy stood at a
distance and watched.
"So Carl, it looks like you've been taking my brother's diapers!"
Nancy said.
Carl's eyes then welled up in tears and he started crying.
"I'm sorry, I'll give them back!" Carl said. "I'll never do it
again!"
"Okay, then you need to give back the ones you have on now, too!"
"Okay, I'll take them off and give them back!" Carl said in a
panic.
"Well, take them off!" Nancy said to him.
"Right here?"
"Yep," Nancy said.
Carl was too embarrassed to remove his shorts and reveal the
diapers he had on underneath.
"It looks like you need some help getting your shorts taken off,"
Nancy said as she approached him. Dennis held onto his arms while Nancy
yanked his shorts down. She saw that he hadn't pinned his diapers on
very well and he wasn't even wearing plastic pants. His diapers were wet
as were the front of his shorts.
"I see you used them," Nancy said as she unpinned the diapers and
let them drop to the ground, exposing his bare genitals and his butt.
"Ooh, cute butt!" Dee Anne remarked. "Nice pee-pee, too!"
Dennis had let go of Carl after he had been stripped of the
diapers. He immediately crouched down and covered up his frontal
privates while keeping his naked butt turned away from everyone.
"Hey! Gimme my shorts!" Carl shouted at Nancy as he watched her
carry them away.
"They need to be washed!" she said. "You should know to wear
plastic pants when you pee your diapers!"
"Look! I said I'm sorry! I'll wear them home wet!" Carl said,
still naked.
Nancy ignored Carl as she took his shorts into the house. She had
no intentions of washing them, just confiscating them from Carl for the
day to punish him. She came back out to the yard with a handful of
diaper pins and some powder. She went to the clothesline and pulled down
six of Tommy's diapers. She started folding them together.
"What are you doing?" Carl nervously asked Nancy as he watched her
group the diapers together.
"Well, you gotta wear something!" Nancy said to him, "and seeing
that you use diapers when you wear them, it's appropriate that I make
sure you are well taken care of."
"You're not putting *all* those diapers on me, are you?" Carl
asked her.
"That's what Tommy normally wears!" she said. She told Dennis and
Dee Anne to get Carl and bring him over. Carl felt so helpless standing
there naked and humiliated as Dennis and Dee Anne escorted him over to
Nancy. He didn't try to fight himself away knowing there was little he
could do at this point.
Nancy had him sit down on the thick pile of diapers she was about
to pin on him. She started powdering his balls and his crotch back to
his butt. His penis became erect as she rubbed around his genitals.
"Ah, your dicky is getting big! You must like this!" Nancy said to
Carl, who was so nervous now that he peed even before Nancy diapered
him.
"Oh yeah, you definitely need diapers, boy!" Nancy remarked as she
wiped up his pee. "I can't even get them on you and you're already
wetting."
Nancy began layering the diapers on Carl, pinning them up tightly.
Carl humbly begged for her to stop and to let him go.
"No, I think you need to learn your lesson, you're a bad boy for
stealing diapers!"
Carl then resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be
stuck at Tommy's house in diapers for awhile. Nancy finished diapering
him and then she had him put on a pair of plastic pants.
"Well, I'm going to go make lunch," Nancy said as everyone went
inside the house with her, everyone except Tommy, who stayed outside to
talk to Carl about the situation.
"Carl? I don't believe this!" Tommy said to his former friend,
whose emotions had subdued him to the point that he could barely talk
about what he had done.
"Why were you taking my diapers?" Tommy asked Carl. "And how did
you find out that I was wearing them?"
"I was watching," Carl said, pointing up to his house on the hill.
Between sobs, he said, "I was up in my treehouse, and I saw you guys
playing out in the yard, and then I saw your diapers hanging on the
line."
"Oh," Tommy replied. "So then what? You were waiting until we all
left so you could come down and take my diapers?"
"Yeah, sniff, I'm sorry, Tommy."
"Well, okay, I guess you're forgiven," Tommy said. "Just how did
you know I wear diapers, anyway?" Tommy asked.
"I saw your web page," Carl replied.
"How did you find it?" Tommy asked.
"I searched for web pages on diapers and yours came up, Marvin's
too."
"Do you like wearing diapers, is that it?" Tommy asked Carl,
trying to get him to open up.
"Yeah, but I can't tell anyone about it! You know who 'Closet
Baby' is?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I'm him," Carl confessed.
"You're kidding! Really?! You're 'Closet Baby?'"
"Yeah, I just sort of got carried away when I saw that I could get
a hold of your diapers. I have two more of them at home."
"Keep em," Tommy told him. "I have a lot more, as you could
probably see. Keep the plastic pants, too, got enough of them, too."
Tommy and Carl continued to talk as they sat on the back patio.
They discussed Carl's secret diaper interests. He talked about fearing
his family, fearing what his brother Mitchell would do if he found out.
He also talked about how he felt his parents neglected him and his
brother so much as they always seemed to be busy working. He talked
about how he hated being stuck at home alone with Mitchell and fighting
with him all the time. He wanted to get out of the house once in awhile.
"Well, if my Mom and my sister don't mind, you're welcome to come
over any time you want to wear diapers," Tommy offered.
"Do you mean that?" Carl asked him, wiping a stray tear from his
face.
"I've read stories and e-mail from lots of kids who are like you
and they don't know who to turn to or what to do, so I know how you must
feel," Tommy empathized.
Carl began to open up. He talked about how he felt at first after
the bicycle accident and how he felt after he realized that this
incident got Tommy into having to wear diapers.
"Don't feel bad about it, I've learned to really like wearing
diapers, thanks to Marvin. He's gone to Arizona for spring break, by the
way."
At this time Nancy called Tommy in to tell him she had lunch
ready.
"Is Carl invited to join us?" Tommy asked Nancy.
"Well, he's going to be stuck here in diapers for awhile, so yeah,
let him in."
Carl took his seat at the kitchen table next to Adam. Nancy made
another sandwich for Carl and poured some potato chips onto his plate.
Carl wasn't too surprised to see Nancy feeding Tommy as he sat in his
high chair. He knew about this from having read Tommy's web page. At
least Carl knew that Tommy wasn't embellishing anything he had written
about on his page. After they were done eating, Tommy wanted to talk to
Nancy about what he and Carl had discussed. The others went out to the
yard to play while Tommy and Nancy stayed inside to talk.
"So what was the deal with Carl?" Nancy asked Tommy
Tommy explained everything to Nancy and told her about how Carl
found Tommy's web page and how he had been spying from his treehouse and
writing e-mail under the "Closet Baby" name.
"I told him to keep the first two diapers and the plastic pants he
took," Tommy said.
"Yes, but he *stole* from us, and that's wrong!" Nancy said.
"He realizes that," Tommy said. "I think he should be forgiven and
we should let him come over and wear diapers with me sometime," Tommy
said.
"Do you really trust Carl?" Nancy asked him. "You remember what he
was like when you were friends with him before?"
"It's his brother Mitchell who made him act that way," Tommy said.
"I really think he's better than that," Tommy said.
"Well, if Mom thinks he's welcome in our house, then I suppose we
can let him come over."
"In the meantime, I'd say you need a good thick bunch of diapers
on your butt like Carl has on!" Nancy said, hinting that she was ready
to diaper her brother in his usual sixfold set of diapers. She decided
to change Adam at this time and put lots of diapers on him, too.
Tommy and Adam followed Nancy went out to the yard to join the
others. Tommy and Adam both had their pants off and they were back into
their super-thick diapers for the rest of the day.
Tommy's mother came home a couple hours later. She was very
surprised to see that Carl was there, and even more surprised to see
that he was in diapers just like Tommy and Adam.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 30
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"Well, hello, Carl, nice to see you again," Tommy's mother said to
him. "What are you doing here?"
"It's okay, Mommy," Tommy told her.
"What is he doing here, Tommy?"
"Well," Nancy started to explain. "It turns out that Carl was
taking Tommy's diapers from the line out back, and we caught him today."
"Carl! I don't believe you did this!" Tommy's mother scolded him
sternly. "*You* were taking Tommy's diapers?"
"Yes, I'm really sorry about the whole thing, Mrs. Olsen," Carl
apologized. "I shouldn't have been taking Tommy's diapers and coming
into your yard. I was just, sort of, you know, tempted by them."
"I see," she said. "I hope you realize that I could press charges
against you for trespassing and petty theft," she said to him in a
mildly threatening tone.
"Please, please don't, Mrs. Olsen!" Carl begged profusely. He
began crying. "Please don't turn me in, Mrs. Olsen!"
"Carl, you can just call me Ellen," Tommy's mother said to try to
get him to calm down.
"I'm not going to press charges, Carl, and I won't tell your
parents, either, but I do hope you do realize that you shouldn't steal
other people's things and enter other people's property without their
permission."
"I'm sorry," Carl repeated his apology.
"Okay Carl, I forgive you; you need not continue to apologize."
"I feel so stupid now, stealing *diapers!* This is so
embarrassing!" Carl pouted as he wallowed in his guilt.
"Carl," Tommy's mother said as she walked over to him and gently
placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't feel stupid about *what* it was you were stealing. If a boy
wants to wear diapers for whatever reason, I think he should be allowed
to do so, as long as it doesn't cause harm to himself or to others. I
just hope you understand now that it's wrong to steal and trespass, and
*that's* where you are harming yourself and others."
"You mean, you don't think I'm stupid for wanting to wear
diapers?" Carl asked Tommy's mother.
"Of course not," she assured him. "There are lots of boys like you
out there who like wearing diapers, a lot more than I ever realized
before Tommy set up a web page on diapers and started getting e-mail
from all these other boys all over the world, literally, who wear
diapers. Some of them have to wear diapers, but they've all learned to
accept it and enjoy it. Tommy has, if he hasn't told you."
"Yeah, well, I found out about it when I saw his web page, and
that's when I decided I would get some of his diapers."
"Tell you what, Carl, I'll let you have some of Tommy's diapers if
you promise me you won't steal any more of them."
"Well, Mrs. Ol--, I mean Ellen, I already have two of them at
home, and a pair of plastic pants."
"You'll need more than that, dear," she said. Carl was taken aback
by being called "dear." He wished he had heard it from his own mother
more often.
"That's okay, I can't have very many of them lying around anyway,
because I'm afraid I'll get caught with them."
"Well, you're welcome to come over sometime and wear them with
Tommy and his friends Marvin and Max. They have lots of fun together in
their diapers," Tommy's mother told Carl.
Carl then gave Tommy's mother a hug and thanked her for letting
him off the hook and for being understanding about his desire to wear
diapers.
"I wish I had a mom like you," Carl said to her. "My Mom seems
like she's always working, my Dad, too."
"Oh, really?" Tommy's mother said.
"They have to," Carl said as he hung his head low. "That house we
live in on top of the hill costs quite a bit just because it has a nice
view. They're more concerned about the stuff they want and they never
give me or my brother anything."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Carl. You're welcome to come over here
and visit."
"Thanks, Ellen," he said. "Thanks, Tommy. Can we be friends
again?"
Tommy extended his arm out and shook hands with Carl.
"Sure, welcome back," Tommy said.
"I need to get going," Carl said. "Can someone take these diapers
off of me?"
"Were you wearing anything else?" Tommy's mother asked him.
"I had some shorts on before they got taken off of me and I was
diapered."
"They're in the washroom," Nancy said as she went to retrieve
Carl's shorts. "I think he deserves to have them back now. He's
forgiven."
Nancy came back out of the washroom carrying the blue shorts of
which she had stripped Carl of wearing earlier that afternoon.
"Sorry I didn't wash them," Nancy said. "I was gonna make you wear
them home after you got them wet. They're dry now, but they still
smell."
Carl took back his shorts from Nancy, but he stood still as he
realized he would never get them on over his diapers.
"Oh, I suppose you want those diapers taken off so you can get
your shorts on?" Nancy said as she looked up at him.
"Well, so I have something to wear home, anyway," he said. "I'd
uh, kind of like to keep them on if I could," Carl said with
embarrassment.
"I understand, we all understand," Nancy said. "Next time you're
over, we'll make sure you get to wear them just like you are now."
"Just to let you know," Carl started to say, "I sort of, you know,
did something in 'em," Carl said as he pointed to his diapers.
"You don't need to tell me, I'm used to it," Nancy told him as she
took him back into Tommy's bedroom. As Carl entered the room he saw the
crib and the changing table. Having read Tommy's web page, he expected
these items to be present, but he was still surprised somewhat to see
that such items actually existed and that Tommy used them.
Nancy told Carl to get up on the changing table. She put the strap
over Carl, who didn't seem to mind and actually enjoyed it as the strap
hinted at a hidden bondage element of Carl's burgeoning diaper fetish.
Carl was embarrassed with having to present to Nancy a diaper that
he had not only wet, but also pooped in when he was wearing it. Nancy
thought nothing of it after having wiped Tommy's dirty butt so many
times. Carl was more embarrassed about having an erection than anything
else, especially since Nancy gave his genitals extra attention as she
wiped him clean. She liked seeing again, a boy whose genitals had not
yet developed as much.
"You don't have any underwear, just your shorts," Nancy realized.
"Yeah, I'll have to just wear my shorts home and let it hang, I
guess," Carl said.
"Would you like to wear a diaper underneath your shorts? I'll just
put one or two of them on, and you can keep them, too."
"Why are you just letting me have Tommy's diapers?" Carl
questioned. "Especially after I stole them from you guys?"
"Well, for one, Tommy has *lots* of diapers. I mean, you saw how
many he had just on the line out back, and he's got lots more than
those! He's getting more diapers for his birthday in June. My Mom
ordered a whole bunch of Thickies for him!"
"What are Thickies?" Carl asked.
"Let me show you one," Nancy said as she left Carl naked and went
to Tommy's drawer to get an example of the diaper she was talking about.
She handed it to Carl and she watched his penis pop up to its full
intensity as he looked at the diaper and felt its highly abundant layers
of soft fabric running through his hands.
"Wow, I've never seen a diaper like this before! It's big, and
thick, too!"
"That's why they're called 'Thickies,'" Nancy said to him as if
she were a marketing representative for the product.
"Tommy has their web site linked from his page," Nancy suggested
to him.
"Do you think you can wear a double diaper home with you?" she
asked.
"I think I can sneak them past my brother," Carl said as he gave
Nancy the go-ahead on double-diapering him. She got him tightly pinned
into the diapers and then she gave him his shorts.
"Now don't try wetting in them until you get some plastic pants
on," she advised him.
Carl started pulling his shorts up and he could barely get them to
fit over the diapers. The top three inches of the diapers were still
showing, so Carl had to make sure he could keep his shirt down over the
top of them. He thanked everyone for their forgiveness as he left
Tommy's house. He had to go out to the back yard and through the gate
that opened out to the alley as this was where his bike had been parked.
Carl expected his parents to be home as he peddled into the
driveway. He saw that both vehicles were still gone. He was hoping that
maybe Mitchell had left with one of his parents and he'd have the house
to himself to prance around in his diapers. He was disappointed to find
that Mitchell was still there. He greeted Carl and was being obnoxious
about it as usual.
"Where you been all day?" Mitchell asked Carl.
"Keeping away from you," Carl replied. "Where's Mom and Dad?"
"Guess!" Mitchell said with a tone of sarcasm.
"They're both still at work?"
"Yeah, of course they're at work, where else!" Mitchell replied.
"It's Saturday, and you know how it is with having to cover for people
who don't show up. They always have to go in Saturdays for one reason or
another!"
"I think Mom and Dad are both workaholics; they're never home,"
Carl said with his head hung low.
"They have to work hard to keep this place up!" Mitchell replied.
"Problem is, they're never home to enjoy it," Carl said.
"So, what is your point?" Mitchell asked Carl. "Just be glad
they're working! You wouldn't have that treehouse with such a nice view
if they didn't, you realize that, don't you?"
Carl realized that he and Mitchell were about to get into another
pointless argument over, this time, their parents' long hours spent at
each of their jobs. The two boys rarely agreed on anything, it seemed.
Carl decided that it was time to return to his treehouse where he could
have the privacy he wanted, especially to enjoy wearing the diapers into
which Nancy had put him. They fit him so nicely and tightly that he
didn't want to use them too soon and take them off.
Carl went into his room and sneaked his lone pair of plastic pants
back out to the yard with him. He went up into his treehouse and pulled
his shorts off. He sat on his stool and read some more diaper stories.
He became aroused as he continued reading. He started rubbing the front
of his diaper. His vigorous movement shook the entire structure of his
treehouse, which Mitchell could see as he came out to the yard.
"Carl!" Mitchell called.
"Dammit!" Carl thought to himself as his excitement over reading
the diaper story was disrupted. He quickly got up and stripped off the
plastic pants and put on his shorts.
"Jeez, Carl," Mitchell said as he suspected his brother had been
exploring his developing sexual urges.
"Is that all you do, anymore, Carl, go up to your treehouse to
wank?"
"It's more private up here than in your bedroom!" Carl replied
back. "Hint! Hint!"
"Dad's home!" Mitchell yelled up to Carl.
"That's nice!" Carl replied as he struggled to get his shorts back
on.
"He wants to talk to you! He told me to come and get you! You'd
better come down quick!"
"Tell him I'll be down!"
Carl got his shorts to fit him the best he could get them on him
and then he left his treehouse. He felt his heart nervously racing as he
expected to meet his father. Carl feared that his father would detect
the diapers bulging underneath his shorts, particularly in the rear. He
walked into the garage where his father was standing and waiting for
him. Mitchell was there with him.
"Yeah, Dad?" Carl greeted his father.
"I expected you two to get this garage straightened up today!" he
scolded his sons.
"We thought you'd be home later today to help us," Mitchell
offered as an excuse.
"Aw, for Crissakes!" the anguished father yelled, already
exhausted of his patience. "Did you really need me to be here for this?!
I asked you boys last night to do this! Hell, you've had all of spring
break to do this! You knew I'd be gone this morning! What did you do all
day?!"
The two boys stood silently, both of them trembling.
"Well, what *did* you boys do all day?"
"Uh, watch TV, play computer games," Mitchell said as he sat down
on the floor in the corner of the garage.
"I was out on my bike," Carl spoke up.
Their father tried to cool himself down. He sighed and shook his
head.
"You disobeyed me, again, both of you, I'm disappointed in you
boys."
"Sorry, Dad," Carl apologized. "We'll do it now," he offered.
"All right, then get busy!" their father said sternly. "Get off
your butt, Mitchell, and grab a broom! You're not coming back into the
house until you're done!"
"What if we have to use the bathroom?" Mitchell asked his father.
"I'll give you a bathroom break in an hour! I want to see some
work done first!" he told them as went back into the house and slammed
the door loudly.
Carl groaned as he began straightening up the workbench in the
garage and putting away tools and organized other materials. Mitchell
continued sweeping the floor but then he stopped so he could go take a
leak outside.
"Where are you going, Mitch?" Carl asked his brother as he went
out to the backyard.
"To take a leak! I gotta piss!" Mitchell said.
"Dad said he'd give us a bathroom break later," Carl said.
"Screw that! I'm about to pee my pants! Besides, you think Dad's
really watching us?"
"Well, he *does* want this done, you know," Carl said.
"How long does it take to take a piss?! A minute, maybe two if you
*really* have to go!" Mitchell said, sounding annoyed.
"Okay, whatever," Carl shrugged as he resumed his work.
Carl felt himself needing to pee. He knew he would eventually end
up using his diapers, but he didn't have his plastic pants on, and he
learned from his experiences earlier in the day how important it was to
have them on. He tried to hold it, hoping that the hour his father was
making them work would elapse soon. He continued working as he began
stacking lumber up against the wall, but his need to pee became more and
more evident.
"What are you doing. Carl?" Mitchell asked him.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Carl groaned as he held his
crotch.
"For God's sake, Carl, just go outside! I got away with it and Dad
didn't catch me!" Mitchell said.
In spite of his discomfort, Carl tried to continue working.
Mitchell rolled his eyes, wondering why his brother was torturing
himself and holding his pee.
"Don't blame me if you pee your pants!" Mitchell said to Carl.
Carl then went out to the driveway to hose it down. The sound of running
water caused Carl's bladder to break loose. He started peeing into his
diapers, quickly soaking up both sets of the thick cloth banded around
him. He saw his shorts become wet as he had no plastic pants to shield
them from the wet diapers underneath.
Mitchell finished up rinsing off the driveway and then he came
back into the garage. He saw Carl standing in the corner with a big wet
spot on the front of his shorts.
"Pissed your pants, didn't you, Carl!" Mitchell teased his
brother. "I told you so!"
Carl stepped outside to the back yard to examine his shorts and
see how much his diapers had gotten soaked. He saw that the diapers were
wet all the way across the front and down into his crotch and back to
his butt. At that moment their mother pulled into the driveway. She got
out and asked her boys to help her haul groceries in.
"Hey Mom! Carl peed his pants!" Mitchell said, pointing to Carl.
"What did you do that for, Carl?" his mother asked him. "Last I
checked, the toilet was working just fine!"
"Dad wouldn't let us go in to use the bathroom until he came out
and told us we could," Carl explained.
"I told him to go behind the house, but nooooo!" Mitchell said as
he continued to mock Carl, still unaware of the fact that he had diapers
on to soak up most of his urine.
"Well, just go in and change your shorts, Carl! Mitch and I will
take care of the groceries."
Carl went into the house, expecting his father to yell at him for
coming into the house, and, worse yet, seeing that he had peed his
shorts. He was surprised to find out that his father had lay down to
take a nap! He would have probably never come out to excuse him and
Mitchell for a bathroom break, anyway, Carl thought. Carl felt like he
had a good excuse if his father did happen to find out he peed his
pants.
Carl went into his bedroom and took off his wet shorts. He then
unpinned the diapers and let them drop to the floor. He then picked up
the soaked diapers and buried them underneath his dirty clothes. He
wiped himself up the best he could with a pair of dirty underpants. He
selected a clean pair of underwear from his drawer and put them on along
with a pair of dry shorts. He could still feel moisture around his
crotch as he walked back out of his room.
Carl's father woke up from his nap a few minutes later. He saw
that the boys were back inside of the house and sitting in the living
room.
"So, what did you boys get done out there?" he asked Carl and
Mitchell.
"I think we got most of it," Carl said.
"Most of it, I'll go take a look," their father said.
Their father returned a few minutes later. He wished they had
finished it, but he was satisfied with what had been accomplished.
"Finish it in the morning," the father told Carl and Mitchell.
"You know, Dad?" Carl said. "You were supposed to come out and
excuse us to go to the bathroom."
"Yeah!" Mitchell interrupted. "And Carl peed his pants because of
it!"
"Well, maybe you shouldn't be drinking so much damn soda pop like
you do!" Carl's father said. Did you have an accident out there?"
"Yes, Dad, I couldn't help it," Carl said. "I just don't think it
was fair for you to just go take a nap on us like that."
"Carl, I put in a hard day at work, I was tired," his father told
him. "You could have gone behind the house if you really had to."
"See, what did I tell you?!" Mitchell sprang up again.
"Mitchell!" his father scolded him.
"I just didn't want you boys to come in the house and start
screwing off and dawdling around and watching TV and stuff like that.
You've already had your fun this week. Tomorrow is going to be a big
work day."
The two boys groaned in unison.
"Aww! But it's the last day of spring break!" Carl whined.
"Yeah, come on, Dad!" Mitchell complained.
"Too bad, you should have done everything last weekend, then you
would have had this weekend free! Now get off your butts and help your
mother put away the groceries!"
After dinner had been served, Carl went back out to his treehouse
in the dark to get away from Mitchell and everyone else that he had
grown tired of dealing with that evening. He found his Pampers diapers
in his box and he stuffed one of them into his underwear. After being in
cloth diapers all day long, stuffing a Pampers diaper into his
underpants was not the same to him anymore and not as satisfying. His
other two cloth diapers were back in his room, but his plastic pants
were in the treehouse. He decided to wear them, even though he had
nothing more on him than a pair of underpants stuffed with a Pampers
diaper. He sat down and looked out over the town and admired the
tranquil sea of lights that spread out to the horizon where he could see
the skyscrapers of the city in the distance.
Carl grabbed the binoculars he still had in his treehouse and he
tried to look down into Tommy's house. At night it was too hard for him
to see much of anything, though he did manage to spot Tommy's bedroom as
the light inside was on. He could barely see Tommy and Adam both
playing. The thick, white diapers they were wearing made them stand out
well enough to be seen.
After the light was turned out in Tommy's bedroom, Carl started
looking around the neighborhood with the binoculars, hoping that by some
chance he could spot some other boys ambling about their bedroom in
their diapers, but he didn't see anything like this. After awhile he was
feeling cold and he decided to go back inside.
Carl thought about leaving his plastic pants on and wearing them
into the house so he could smuggle them back to his room. When he
realized how much noise they made as he came down the ladder, he stood
at the base of the tree and took off his shorts and then his plastic
pants. He put his shorts back on and folded the plastic pants up and
stuffed them underneath his armpit. They still made some noise, though
not enough, he hoped, to be detected.
Carl went straight to his bedroom and set his plastic pants aside
to put on later. His mother came into his room at that time to remind
him to shower before going to bed. She noted the heavy urine smell
caused by the wet diapers that were hidden from her view. She thought
that the odor was quite strong for what little amount he had wet his
shorts.
"You'd better do some laundry tomorrow," Carl's mother said to
him. "Your clothes are beginning to stink, especially your wet shorts."
Carl felt that he had been quite lucky that day in spite of all
the close calls he had encountered. He knew that unless he was very
careful from here on out, he would eventually get caught with the
diapers. He knew they were here to stay and he wasn't about to give them
up. On this thought, he finished his shower and went off to bed in his
underwear. When he got into his bedroom he exchanged his briefs for a
double set of cloth diapers and plastic pants. He wished Nancy could be
there to help fold them properly and pin them on so perfectly, but he
was just glad to have some diapers that he could call his own.
"Maybe crime does pay," Carl thought.
Becoming A Diaper Boy, Parts 31-40