BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 91
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Before Roger went to the lake, he took his family up the steep,
narrow, rocky road that led to the property where the C.R.I.B. compound
had been housed. Just before they reached the place, they noticed that a
gate had been put up with a NO TRESPASSING sign on it.
"I don't know, kids," Roger said doubtfully as he stopped the van
before the gate.
"There's probably nobody out here," Marvin said.
"Well, okay, but if anybody asks us to leave, we leave," Roger
said as he and the family got out of the van and climbed over the gate.
Heidi had to give Marvin and Max each a boost and push on their diapered
behinds to get them over the gate as their thick diapers made it too
difficult for the boys to accomplish this task. They still had a ways to
walk to the property. Jeffy was curious to see what this place was all
about after hearing Marvin and Max talk about it so much.
They approached the structure at the front of the compound. It had
been boarded up along with its windows. Several NO TRESPASSING signs
were also tacked up. They walked around to the side, where the barbed
wire and plywood barrier was still standing. The break in the fence was
still there. Remnants of yellow police tape were seen throughout the
compound.
"This is where I helped Marvin escape," Roger pointed out. "I cut
through the fence here."
"Let's go in!" Max said. The other kids agreed and they followed
him through the opening in the fence. Roger and Rita stood hesitantly
and then went inside after the kids, hoping that they would be okay.
They stood at the point of entry and waited and watched as the kids
explored the place.
"This place really gives me the creeps," Rita said. "I can't
believe all that went on here," she said.
"I probably haven't heard the worst of it yet," Roger said. "I'm
sure I'll find out when the boys and I go to court this week to testify,
so maybe this will help refresh Marvin's and Max's memory."
The kids walked around the complex and they saw that just about
everything had been boarded up. They looked at the long clotheslines
that spanned across the complex where the diapers has been left to hang.
Only a few stray clothespins remained. They walked across to the
quarters where the mothers and their daughters were housed, which Marvin
and Max never got to see. It was evident from the outside that they were
kept in better condition than the shacks in which the boys were
detained.
"Hey! This one's open!" Heidi said as she yanked on the door to
one of the shacks. The three boys went running over to her. As they went
in, they were greeted by a strong smell of stale urine and feces.
Several wet, dirty diapers were strewn all over the concrete floor.
"Man, it stinks in here!" Heidi said. "Even I can hardly stand it,
considering that I smell you boys' pee and poop every day."
The locking cribs were still inside the shack. They also found
some paddles still hanging up on the wall as well as the chains that
were embedded into the concrete floor. A larger pile of several more
soiled diapers was still sitting in the corner, which was causing much
of the odor.
"Hey guys, free diapers!" Marvin said.
"Uhh, I don't think so," Heidi said. "You boys got plenty of
diapers already, not that you don't need more, but we'll let those
stay."
"I was just kidding, anyway," Marvin said. He looked at the
diapers and noticed that there were blood stains on some of them, too."
"I wonder what all they did to these boys," he said. "I'm starting
to get freaked out by all this."
"Yeah, and you guys have to go to court this week, too, don't
you?" Heidi said.
"I'm kind of nervous about it," Marvin said.
"What for? They're not going to bust you for anything, you're just
there to tell your story about what you witnessed and how you were
treated."
"Well, I think we've seen enough," Marvin said. "Mommy and Daddy
are still waiting for us."
"Let's go show Jeffy and Heidi where me and Angie got out and ran
away," Max said. He asked his parents if they could do this.
"Okay, but don't be long, I have a bad feeling about being here in
the first place," Roger said. "We'll come with you. You never know who
might still be hiding out."
Max showed Jeffy and the others where he and Angie had hid from
the mothers and their daughters from the compound who had been sent out
to search for them. Max retold the whole scenario, adding suspense and
drama to his story. Jeffy was feeling uneasy as he imagined what it was
like to be in this place and being pursued by so many people.
"Kids, let's go," they heard their father say. "I just don't like
being here," he said.
"Okay, Daddy!" Marvin shouted up to him. Just as they were
leaving, Jeffy was walking through some of the forest's undergrowth and
he stumbled and fell forward.
"Jeffy, are you okay?" Heidi said as she ran up to him.
"Yeah," he said. "Just scraped me knee a little."
"What's that?" Marvin said as he pointed to what appeared to be
the corner of a box sticking up from the dense forest floor undergrowth.
"It looks like a trunk or a chest or something," Heidi said.
"Hey Daddy!" Max shouted. "We found a treasure!"
"What?" he said.
"The kids say they found something," Roger said to Rita. "I'll go
check it out."
Roger went running down the hill and joined the four kids who were
gathered around the trunk, trying to get it out of the ground. All three
of the boys' diapered behinds stood out as they were all bent down,
pulling on the trunk.
"It's heavy," Heidi said. "Here comes Dad, maybe he can help us."
"What did you find, kids?" he asked.
"We found a treasure!" Max said.
"I doubt it contains much of anything," he said.
"Can we take it with us and find out what it is?" Marvin asked.
"Yeah, I'm kind of curious. Maybe it does contain something of
value," he said. He helped to pull the trunk out of the ground. It had
an old, rusty lock on it.
"I have that crowbar in the van, we can pry it open there," he
said. "Let's go carry it over," he said. He and Marvin took each side of
the box and transported it up the hill and along the side of complex on
their way back to the van.
"What on earth did you guys find?" Rita asked Roger.
"Don't know yet, we're gonna find out," he said.
"Careful, it might contain a bomb or something," she said.
"I doubt it," Roger said confidently. "We'll just take our
chances."
Roger and Marvin returned to the van after having carried the
trunk several hundred feet. Roger then got out the crowbar and pried off
the lock. Everybody stood in a circle around it and watched as Roger
lifted the lid to reveal the contents. So far, all they could see was a
large, black plastic garbage bag with other contents inside. Roger then
pulled the bag out and then looked inside of it to find that it
contained some diapers that had been stashed away in the bag. They
appeared to be used as there were pee and poop stains, even blood spots,
and other evidence of previous wear on them.
Roger reached into the bag and pulled one of them out. It weighed
a lot more than he was expecting. Everybody's jaws dropped when they
looked at the way the diaper had been made. The material in the front,
the crotch and the seat appeared to be nearly a foot thick!
"Well, so much for your claim for making the world's thickest
diapers, Heidi," her mother said. "These things are incredible!"
"At this point, it's not even a diaper, it's more like a pillow,"
Heidi said.
"I don't see how anyone could wear something like this!" Roger
said.
"Boys, you wanna try these diapers out?" Heidi asked them.
"Yeah, I will!" Max said.
"Me, too!" Marvin said. How about you, Jeff?"
"Uh, how many of them are there?" he asked.
"I see six of them in here," Roger said. "And look, there's some
padlocks in the bottom of the bag, with keys in them. There's some
plastic pants, too!"
The diapers also featured a pair of hard plastic tabs at the ends
on each side, each tab with a hole in it. Heidi took one of the padlocks
out of the bag and held it next to the diaper.
"These tabs must have been made so that the padlock goes into
them," she said. "We can have you try them out when you're all due for a
change."
"I don't know about this," Rita said with hesitation.
"Finders keepers," Roger said. "And besides, it's something the
boys would use anyway."
"Is there a way we can find out who it belongs to?" Rita asked.
"I'm sure it has to do with the compound," Roger said. "It
probably belonged to one of the women, and they've all been arrested,
and all the kids were placed in foster care, the evidence has been
gathered, the investigation's over."
"Okay," Rita said. "I'm sure somebody would have found it sooner
or later. "I just wonder what they'd have thought of finding such
ridiculously thick diapers!"
"Maybe their kids would want to try them out," Roger said.
"I think they'd better be washed first," Rita advised. "Just to be
safe."
"Look!" Marvin said as he pointed to the bottom of the box.
"There's some notebooks and a couple other things, too!"
Roger picked up a clasp manila envelope and opened it up. He
pulled out a video tape, which was labeled "CORY & JAMES TAPE 1" The
envelope also included about a hundred photographs that were taken from
an instant camera, all of which featured what was assumed to be her two
boys, Cory and James, and her daughter, whose name was as of yet not
determined. In most of the photos, the boys were either getting spanked
with large paddles and other instruments intended for such a purpose,
getting diapered very heavily, pictures of the contents of their
diapers-- which indicated that they had worn them for a long time before
being changed, and also included blood in the contents-- going around
the complex in diapers ,or lying in their cribs all locked up. Other
photos also appeared to be taken from their home, given the background
that appeared in the images.
It was clear from the facial expressions on the boys' faces that
they were not enjoying the treatment that they were getting. Likewise,
her daughter seemed to be quite pleased with the way she was expected to
treat her two brothers.
"Can I look at 'em, Daddy?" Marvin asked his father.
"Yeah, go ahead, though you might not like some of them," he said.
"I'm just warning you, the spanking pictures are rather disturbing."
"Geez!" Marvin said as he looked at the first picture, which
featured the boys wearing diapers that stuck out from their behinds by
an incredible nine or ten inches. "And I thought *we* wore thick
diapers!"
Max, Jeffy and Heidi, curious from Marvin's description of the
photographs, quickly flocked around him like flies and they all gathered
around Marvin as he went through the pictures. While some of them showed
the boys' bare bottoms being beaten harshly as well as the contents of
their well-used diapers, the majority of the images showed the boys
after they had been diapered.
"I can always diaper you all even *more* thickly, you know," Heidi
said with a big smile on her face.
"I think you diaper your brothers and their friends about as thick
as they can stand it, Heidi," her mother said. "They can barely walk in
them, not that they seem to mind this. Just remember, these boys aren't
enjoying it like your brothers and the other boys do."
"Yeah, I gotta admit, even *I* feel there are limits to how much I
can diaper you guys," Heidi said.
"Your diapering jobs come pretty close, though, Heidi," her mother
said.
"I know," she said, again smiling proudly.
Roger then picked up the notebook and began thumbing through it.
"It looks like some sort of journal," he said. He turned to the
first page. "It looks like the mother wrote it."
Roger then started to read the first entry:
June 7, we arrived at the CRIB compound today. Jenny and I have a nice
little room that we will be housed in with another mother and her
daughters Katie and Darlene. I've gotten to know them from their former
membership with BRATT. Cory and James are kept in a shack over on the
other side of the complex. They will be locked in their cribs most of
the time and will only be changed once a day, if they're lucky. I plan
to make them wear some really thick diapers that Jenny and I are making
for them and, eventually, the rest of the boys that are here, so that
they can all be left in their cribs longer and left to smell their
stinky shit and piss-filled diapers all day long! Cory and James bawled
all the way up here, so I spanked them each about a hundred times when
we got here and then I put them in about 20 diapers-- who's counting!
That's why I'm having Jenny help me make some really big diapers for the
little shit-stinky diapered boys! What BRATS!
"Unbelievable," Roger said, shaking his head as he stopped reading
the first entry at this point. Rita stepped over to him and read over
his shoulder. He skipped ahead several pages and read another entry:
July 11, James and Cory were just put into their diapers that my
daughters and I made for them! Already they've had a couple good smelly
shits in them and they stink so bad already! They cried like little
babies when they saw what they were going to have to wear, and they
cried more when we told them that we wouldn't change them for at least
three days, this, after feeding them a diet that will surely make them
shit the hell out of their diapers! They both got spankings from Jenny
and me before we diapered them up. Cory's butt was such a mess when I
changed him this afternoon after making him wear 20 diapers for two days
and he complained about stinking all the time (like what's so new about
that?), so I told him, "you think you stink now, BOY? Wait'll you start
wearing what your sisters and I have been making for you! You'll really
start to stink by the time you get changed, if you ever do!" It was so
fun watching the helpless looks on their faces as we put their super
thick diapers on and then padlocked them on! Gee, what if I lost the
keys? HA HA HA HA! I do lose my keys a lot, you know! That is so fun!
All boys deserve this kind of treatment! They can't even walk in their
diapers because they're so damn thick!!! They have to crawl around like
little babies, which is what they're supposed to act like anyway!
"This is terrible," Roger said to Rita after he got about a third
of the way through the second entry that he sampled. "These mothers were
just totally exploiting these boys and getting some satisfaction out of
abusing them," Roger said. "I mean, you and I like seeing our boys going
around in diapers, but they do it for fun, and we know they're having
fun, which is what we intended, and seeing that they enjoy it is what I
like about it. This is what Heidi likes about it."
"I know, Roger," his wife assured him. "You don't have to explain,
even though we get the same sort of satisfaction as these mothers do.
I'm sure most people probably think we're just as crazy of a family as
we think these women are."
"Just that we're crazy in a different sort of way," Roger said.
"For one thing, we love our kids, stinky diapers and all, the boys, of
course. And their diapers are plenty stinky most of the time!"
"Speaking of stinky diapers, you smell like you're in for a change
yourself, dear," his wife said as she pulled back his pants and checked
his diaper. "Think you can make it until we get back to the cabin?"
"Sure," he said. "If the boys can handle wearing stinky, poopy
diapers all day long, so can I," he said.
"I'm sure you can, dear, but I like you better when you're clean
and changed and freshly diapered, you little boy!" she said in a
suggestive sort of way.
"Honey, wait until we get back to the cabin and send the kids to
the pool or whatever they want to do," Roger said.
Roger then continued skimming over more journal entries that
followed. Most of them went into explicit detail on spanking the boys,
the condition of their diapers, and the way they reacted to their
treatment, which was pretty much the same from one day to the next. The
journal even made references to the photographs, which were numbered.
"This doesn't explain why the trunk was buried out there, though,"
Roger commented as he was trying to figure this out from the journal.
"Turn to the last entry," Rita suggested. "Maybe that will tell
you something."
Roger turned to the last page that had writing on it. He noticed
that it was hastily scribbled and also worded as if to have been written
under stress or discomfort:
August 7, Angie and her brothers Steve, Aaron and Kevin escaped from the
compound today! We were sent out to go find them, but we couldn't. I'm
afraid they'll find the authorities and report us! I knew this would
happen! This is why I left BRATT, to get away from people who might find
out about the way I raise my kids! I don't want them finding all my
pictures and my writings and the diapers that I make my boys wear, so I
am going to have to hide some of these things so that I can come back
and get them later. I can't take this stuff with me! As of today, I'm
taking my kids with me and we're leaving these things behind until I
know that it's safe to return!
"Sounds like she left with her kids just before the authorities
came up here and arrested everybody," Roger said. "I wonder if she's
still out there somewhere."
"I know one thing, she'll be surprised if she comes back and sees
that her box is gone!" Heidi said.
"You suppose you should present these things in court?" Rita asked
Roger.
"From what I was told, the investigators found all kinds of
journals, pictures and videos, so they have plenty of stuff to go on.
Besides, as far as we know, this lady won't be in court. She's out there
somewhere."
"Can we watch the video when we get back to the cabin, Daddy?"
Marvin asked.
"I don't know if you'll want to watch it," Roger advised him. "I'm
sure a lot of it is pretty disturbing like the photos, let me watch it
first so I can see what's all on there."
At this time they loaded the box into the back of the can and then
drove away from the site. Roger went up the road to Trapper Lake. He and
Rita got out their fishing poles and cast them into the water. The kids
passed the time by reading the journal.
"Man, I could write some good stories about this," Marvin said.
"This will give me some ideas."
"Speaking of stories, you wanna work on your story some more
tonight, Jeffy?" Max asked him.
"Sure," he said.
"I was going to go take Jeffy with us and play miniature golf or
go out on the paddle boats when we get back," Heidi said.
"Let's do that, we'll have plenty of time tonight," Jeffy said.
After a couple hours and no fish, Roger gave up and packed up his
stuff and left."
"They ain't bitin'" he said.
"Your stinky diapers are probably scaring them off," Rita said.
"Either it's my diapers, or the boys," Roger said.
"I think they're all poopy," Heidi said as she went through and
checked all three of the boys' diapers.
"I'm dirty," Marvin said.
"So am I!" Max said.
"Gee, what else is new, Always-Poopy-Diaper Boy?" Heidi said as
she patted him on his rear end.
"I pooped mine a couple hours ago," Jeffy said. "It's so much
better than pooping in my underwear," he said.
"If you get your mother to start keeping you in diapers, this
*will* be your underwear!" Max said.
"I hope so," Jeffy said. "I just wish I knew what I was missing
out on all this time."
"You're lucky," Marvin said. "Some people have had to wait until
they move out on their own to wear diapers."
"I don't wanna wait *that* long," Jeffy remarked.
"Don't worry, you just keep pooping your pants at every possible
opportunity, you'll be in diapers soon enough," Max assured him.
For the rest of the day, the kids were dropped off, where they
could play games in the lodge, go out on the paddle boats and spend the
afternoon having fun while their parents had some fun of their own back
at the cabin. Marvin, Max and Jeffy were all going around in poop-filled
diapers. While some of the people in close proximity to the boys could
smell their dirty diapers, most people had no idea that underneath all
their diapers was a huge glob of poop, which Heidi would get to deal
with after they were picked up and returned to the cabin.
While the kids were playing around for the afternoon, they took
the huge diapers that they had found near the old C.R.I.B. complex and
took them into the laundry facilities to wash them and then dry them.
After the diapers were clean and ready, the kids returned to the cabin
when they were picked up.
Heidi changed all three of the boys out of their heavily soiled
diapers and put them into the massively heavy diapers. She changed Max
first. Max had to prop his whole body up so that his butt could clear
the diaper as he sat back down on it. Heidi wrapped the huge garment
around him and then, just for fun, she took four of the padlocks-- after
matching up their keys and verifying they would open-- and fastened them
onto Max's enormous diaper. She slipped one of the huge pairs of plastic
pants over them. They were big enough to cover Max's entire chest as the
waistband ran underneath his armpits. The diaper itself came up almost
as high. Its front even covered up the nipples on his chest. He almost
didn't need to wear a shirt with the diaper.
"I gotta admit, there's such a thing as too thick," Heidi said as
she looked out all the material bulging out of Max's crotch, its surface
almost coming to his knees! Heidi had to help Max up off the bed. His
legs were spread so far apart that attempting to walk wasn't even
practical and he could barely even crawl in the huge diapers.
"I think we'll just save these diapers for you boys to have fun
together in, like during parties or sleepovers," Heidi said. "They're
mainly a novelty, kind of like the locking plastic pants, which would go
nicely with these lockable diapers, I might add. I might even start
making some diapers myself that have this sort of locking feature on
them!" Heidi said. She diapered the other two boys in the huge diapers
and they were reduced to crawling around. Heidi had to help them up into
their chairs out on the deck. Their legs had to spread out over the
armrests.
While Heidi was feeding the boys their dinner, Toby and Jared came
over to visit. They were donning some very heavy diapers that April had
just changed them into. She had gotten used to handling their diaper
changes since her mother was unable to do them with her injured hand.
April was also starting to realize that changing her brothers could be
fun and enjoyable, other than having to clean up after their bowel
movements. Having seen what Heidi could do with diapers on her brothers
and their guests, April learned to stack them on very thickly and use
lots of pins when she diapered Toby and Jared.
"Geez!" Toby said with his mouth wide open as he looked at the
huge diapers that each of the boys were wearing. "What are you guys
wearing?"
"We found some diapers up at the old C.R.I.B. complex today,"
Marvin said. He then rolled to his side and pointed out the padlocks,
two to each side of his diaper.
"Check this out, they can be locked on, too!"
"Yep, and only I hold the keys to them!" Heidi said as she patted
the rear pocket of her shorts, where it could be seen where she had
placed the twelve keys.
"It'll be fun figuring out which key opens which lock, since I
mixed them all up," Heidi said.
"I've never seen anything like that before," Toby said.
"Hey Max, go get those pictures and that notebook!" Marvin said.
"I'll get them," Heidi said. "He can't move around too easily in
those diapers, you know," Heidi said. When she went inside the cabin she
saw her father viewing the video that they had found.
"This is pretty bad," Roger said. He had the sound muted because
he didn't enjoy listening to all the painful screaming that the boys
made when they were getting their behinds beaten with everything from
wooden spoons to belts, paddles, even a rope, which was lashed across
their backsides repeatedly and rapidly.
"The boys and I are going to see all this in court, anyway," Roger
said. "It looks like everybody's mother took videos and pictures and
kept journals," Roger said.
"Maybe they'll want to see it," Heidi said. "I'm sure they'd like
to see the diapering scenes."
"Yeah, I'll skip through the spanking scenes when they watch it,"
Roger said.
Heidi went back out to the deck and showed Toby and Jared the
photographs and the journal.
"Holy shit," Toby said as he read through the journal. "They did
all these things to these kids?"
"According to that book they did," Heidi said.
"Whoa, this is nasty!" Toby exclaimed. He read stories about how
the boys were given feeding tubes that poured a constant supply of water
into their systems. The journal went into explicit detail describing the
way the boys were given laxatives and enemas and subjected to such
strict discipline and harsh abuse.
"Dad's watching the video right now, it's just as bad," Heidi
said. "The diaper scenes are pretty good, though."
"Let's go see it," Marvin said. Heidi helped the boys out of their
chairs. They crawled back into the cabin with their rear ends sticking
out so much from the incredibly thick diapers they had on.
"You guys look like you're diapered up quite nicely, too," Heidi
told Toby and Jared.
"Yeah, April's been diapering us this way ever since she found out
that we like it and she doesn't have to change us as often. It's taking
some time to get used to, though."
"It does if you haven't been wearing them like that all your life
like my brothers. So how's April doing?"
"She's fine," Toby said. "She doesn't mind changing our diapers so
much now," Toby said.
"She says she learned a lot from you and what you showed her as
far as putting diapers on us," Jared said.
"I'm such a good influence, aren't I?" Heidi said with a smirk on
her face.
"Can we go in and watch that video you guys were talking about?"
Toby asked.
"Sure," she said. "Come on in."
Marvin, Max and Jeffy were all sitting on the floor having to lean
on their hands behind them since their diapers made it too difficult to
sit otherwise.
"I hope you'll put the boys back into some regular diapers before
they go to bed tonight, Heidi," her mother told her. "They'll never be
able to sleep in those."
"I will, Mom, don't worry," Heidi said. "You mind if Toby and
Jared watch?"
"No, they're fine, you told them about the spanking scenes,
right?"
"Yeah," Heidi said.
Roger rewound the video and then showed it again to the rest of
the family. He left the sound off because of the constant crying,
screaming and yelling, but he let everyone see the scenes in which the
boys were being diapered and going around in diapers. Every time a
spanking scene came on he fast-forwarded it. The boys all enjoyed the
video and appreciated not seeing the more violent parts of it or having
to listen to the sounds of it.
At that time, Toby and Jared returned to their cabin and said
goodnight to everyone. Max and Jeffy got their father's notebook
computer out and they continued to work on Jeffy's story for the rest of
the evening. They had gotten a lot of it written and they looked forward
to adding it to Marvin's and Max's web page when they returned home.
Just before the boys were ready to go to bed, Heidi took them out
of the gigantically bulky diapers. She decided to start with Marvin this
time. As she had mixed the keys all together in her pocket, she spent
awhile trying to find the correct keys to open the locks on his diaper.
As luck would have it, it was the last of the twelve keys she tried that
opened the first lock and she had to go through nine of them for the
second lock. The third lock opened on the third key, but the last lock
was on the seventh of the nine remaining keys.
The boys had only worn these diapers for the last two hours or so
and Marvin and Jeffy only wet in theirs, but Max, as expected, pooped
his. Heidi got all three of the boys back into some regular diapers.
"Ahh, it's nice to be able to walk," Marvin commented.
"You still waddle, of course," Heidi pointed out. "But you're used
to that, anyway."
The boys were all re-diapered back into diapers that they were
more used to wearing, which were still a lot thicker than what most kids
wore. They were then tucked away in their cribs and, after a long day,
they were fast asleep.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 92
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Kenny managed to fall asleep in spite of the fact that his hands
were tied behind his back and that his diaper was already very much
soiled with wet, runny stools that had been caused by the double dose of
laxatives he took in hopes of getting his diapers taken off sooner.
He woke up the following morning to be greeted by a strong stench
of a full diaper. He felt a very big mass of slime covering his
backside. Some of his wastes had solidified, but much of it was still
liquid and runny. He felt it sloshing around in his diapers as he
scooted his butt forward. He felt some poop leak out of the sides and
onto his bed. He looked down at his diapers and noticed that they had
already leaked on him and onto his bed sheets. His plastic pants were
even full of his shit.
Kenny was already feeling queasy from the effects of the
laxatives. The smells of his big bowel movement made him even sicker to
his stomach, but with his hands bound, he could not escape the odor and
everywhere he went, the smell went with him.
He got up from his bed and left a stinky mess behind him, dripping
off the back of his diaper and onto Tommy's chest as he stepped over him
and went upstairs to throw up in the toilet. His mother spotted him just
as he was heading into the bathroom. The toilet lid was already down, so
he had to stand back and lift it with his foot. Just as his mother
caught up with him to see what he was doing, she watched him puke into
the toilet. As he was bent over the toilet bowl she could see that his
diapers were very well loaded.
"My, Kenny!" she said. "You really put something into those
diapers! Your whole butt is filthy!"
"I'm feeling sick," Kenny said. His complexion was pale.
"You look sick," she said. She put her hand on his forehead.
"You're a tad warm," she said. "That smell is making *me* sick,"
she said.
"Me, too," Kenny said.
"Well, I'd say you've probably had enough of this diaper
punishment, especially now," she said. "Let me free your hands first."
Kenny followed his mother into the kitchen, where she grabbed a
knife and cut the rope loose from around Kenny's wrists. He felt so good
just to be able to use his hands again. He started to go away and head
back to his bedroom.
"Stay there," his mother said. "You're dripping all over and I
don't want you going around the house making a mess."
Kenny stood in place in the kitchen. He looked down underneath him
and saw a small pile of diarrhea forming on the floor as it dripped from
his derriere. His mother came back a few seconds later with a clean pair
of underpants and some shorts. She grabbed some old newspapers and laid
them on the floor. She told Kenny to lie down on them while she removed
his diapers.
She pulled away the plastic pants and let the mess drain out of
them as she held them above the newspaper.
"Ewww!" she said. "If this keeps up, I may think twice about using
diapers on you for punishment," his mother said.
"Good!" Kenny thought to himself. "It worked!"
"But then, just like Tommy's mom and his sister, we could get used
to it, too," she added.
She unpinned the diapers, which were completely soaked from his
watery stools and his urine.
"You're probably dehydrated by now," his mother said. "You'd
better have some water when I get you cleaned up," she said.
Just as Kenny's mother had his diapers off of him and he was lying
naked on the kitchen floor atop a pile of newspapers, Nancy and Robin
both got up and went into the kitchen.
"Phewwwww!" Robin said. "Yuuuuukkk!"
"Wow, he really made a mess for you, Aunt Valerie," Nancy
commented.
"I don't see how you can stand to deal with this every day," her
aunt said to her.
"I can finish up for you, if you like," Nancy offered.
"Thanks, but I'm okay. I'm just getting him cleaned up so that he
can walk into the bathroom and shower off the rest of his mess."
"Okay, then I'll change Tommy when he wakes up," Nancy said. "I'll
take care of those diapers for you."
"Oh, would you mind? I'd appreciate it," her Aunt Valerie said.
"Before you take your shower, let me go wash up so I can start
breakfast," Valerie said to her son.
Kenny was left in the awkward position of standing in the middle
of the kitchen floor, naked from his shirt down, with a big pile of
poop-covered diapers next to him, and with two girls looking at him.
Nancy wadded up the diapers in some of the newspaper as she carried them
to a bucket which was sitting in the washroom. She filled it with some
water to let them soak.
"What are we gonna have for breakfast?" Nancy asked Robin.
"Pancakes, maybe waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, all kinds of
stuff," Robin said. None of these foods sounded good to Kenny at the
moment. The mere mention of these made him want to puke again.
"You gonna throw up?" Robin said. "Mom's still in the bathroom, so
run outside," she said.
Kenny covered his mouth as he ran to the back yard, wearing
nothing but his shirt. He started releasing more poop as he went out the
door, leaving a trail across the porch. He let his vomit loose behind
the rosebush next to the house. His stomach contractions caused him to
poop onto the patio, leaving a big mess behind him. He looked to his
side and saw his father in the distance doing some work. He hoped his
father wouldn't see him standing outside the back door without any pants
on, or diapers, for that matter.
"Where's Kenny?" Valerie asked as she returned to the kitchen.
"He was gonna throw up, so I told him to go outside," Robin said.
Valerie went to the patio, where she saw Kenny hunched over. She
saw that he had pooped some more.
"Maybe we'd better just keep you in diapers until you get feeling
better," she suggested.
"No, you said I had enough, and I have," Kenny said as he went
back into the house. "I've dealt with this problem before without
wearing diapers!"
"Okay," she said as she watched him walk past, on his way into the
bathroom carrying his shorts and underpants. "Just don't venture too far
from the toilet."
"Where's Uncle Ray?" Nancy asked her Aunt Valerie. "Is he still
asleep?"
"Oh, no," her Aunt Valerie answered emphatically. "He's been up
since 5:30, he's an early riser. He has to be, he has a lot of work to
do, maintaining his apple trees and his peach trees, and all the other
things he does around here. It'd help if Kenny would pitch in, but you
know how that is."
"I'm gonna go see if Tommy's awake," Nancy said.
"Oh sure, go ahead," she said. Robin followed Nancy down to her
room.
Ray then came back into the house from the front door.
"I just saw the boy standing out back without his diapers on," he
said. "What for?"
"He's got diarrhea or something," Valerie said. "He was a mess!"
"I see that," Ray said. "I smell it, too. Looks like you had him
sitting there on them newspapers. What was he doing outside?"
"He had to throw up-- he's done it twice already this morning--
and I was in the bathroom washing up, so he ran out back. He left a mess
out there, too. That is, he pooped on the patio."
"Maybe he should stay in diapers until he gets to feelin' better,"
Ray said.
"No, he didn't want to wear them, and I told him that I was going
to take them off. He's dealt with diarrhea before without diapers."
"Well, I don't want him shittin' all over the place!" Ray said.
"Let's see how he does, he might get over it soon."
"Well, I was gonna take the kids up into the canyon later today,
maybe do some rock huntin'," Ray said. "That big storm we had last week
ought've washed them gullies out, we'll find all kinds of goodies up
there now."
"Remember, not everyone's a rock hound like you," Valerie said.
"I think the kids'll like it," Ray said.
Ellen then came out of her room and joined Ray and Valerie, where
they talked about what Kenny had been through over the morning.
"So what did you take his diapers off for, anyway?" Ray asked.
"I decided he had enough, and his diapers were soaked, anyway,"
Valerie said. "So I took them off of him."
"Where is he now?" Ray asked.
"He's cleaning up in the shower."
Meanwhile, Nancy and Robin were downstairs in the basement. Tommy
had just opened his eyes and was barely awake when the two girls went
in.
"Good morning," Nancy said to Tommy. "How'd you sleep?"
"Like a baby," Tommy said.
"Well, that's fitting for you, since you wear diapers!" Robin
said.
"He's my baby brother," Nancy said. "He likes his dydees! How are
they, by the way?"
"I'm really soaked," Tommy said. "I pooped big time, too."
"I'm sure you're not as bad as Kenny was!" Nancy said. "You should
have seen him! His diapers were *soaked* with diarrhea! He took too much
of those laxatives!"
"Yuk!" Robin exclaimed. "Look at his bed! It's got poop all over
it!"
"He really must have done something big in his diapers," Tommy
said. "Even I've never done that before."
"You poop enough as it is, Tommy," Nancy said. "I don't think you
need to be taking any laxatives to find out."
"It's so funny, because Kenny took the Ex-lax and this is all his
fault!" Robin giggled.
"Yeah, you know what I wanna tell Kenny?" Nancy said.
"What's that?" Robin asked.
"You've made your bed, now shit in it!"
The three kids were laughing.
"You got poop on your shirt, Tommy," Nancy pointed out the brown
spot on his chest. Robin looked on the floor and noticed that there were
poop droplets that ran from Kenny's bed across his floor and out into
the hallway where the stairs led up to the main floor.
"Kenny must have stepped over you," Nancy said. "Well, it stinks
in here, and most of it's probably Kenny's, so let's get out of here and
get your stinky butt changed," Nancy said as she slapped her brother's
diapered behind.
Tommy was followed into the guest room by Nancy and Robin, where
they each took part in cleaning up his mess and changing his diapers.
Nancy wanted to see if Robin could handle doing all of the dirty work
this time, but after what she saw from Kenny's mess, she felt too
sickened to do it. Nancy understood and wiped up Tommy's mess. She let
Robin powder him up. Robin enjoyed this part, especially when she saw
Tommy's penis grow so big as she rubbed his balls.
"Don't overdo it," Nancy warned Robin.
"I'm not using too much powder, am I?"
"No, what I mean is, if you rub him too much, then he'll shoot out
this white stuff," Nancy said, trying to explain this as delicately as
she could. "I've done it a couple times, on accident."
"Really?" Robin said. "Ewww!"
From that point on, Robin was very slow and gentle with powdering
Tommy.
"Why does it do that?" she asked Tommy.
"It's something that happens to us boys when we get older," Tommy
said, feeling awkward as he had to explain this to an eight-year-old
girl.
The two girls then started folding and bundling several diapers
together. They pulled the diapers up high over his stomach and ensured
they went well up past his waist in the back. They pinned them up very
tightly and excessively around his waist.
"You know what?" Robin said to Tommy.
"What?" he asked.
"I like diapering you," she said.
"Really?" Tommy said. "He thought this sounded cute.
"I wish you could stay, since I know Kenny wouldn't like it like
you do," she said. "I think you look really cute in them."
"That's what a lot of people say," Tommy said. "I have to agree, I
do look cute in diapers."
"What if they were *this* thick?" Robin asked, holding her hands
about a foot apart.
"Then he couldn't walk," Nancy said. "I wouldn't be surprised if
Marvin and Max have worn them that way a couple times. Those boys are
real diaper freaks!"
"And I'm not?" Tommy said.
"You are, too, Tommy," Nancy assured him as she patted the front
of his diaper. "You're a diaper freak just like they are."
When the girls left the room, Tommy stayed behind and he shut the
door. He didn't have a chance to masturbate over the previous two
nights. He couldn't do it while he was in the motel room sharing a bed
with Nancy, and he couldn't do it when he was lying on his cot next to
Kenny. Since Robin had nearly brought him to ejaculate and that she was
talking about how much she enjoyed diapering him, Tommy couldn't resist
the urge to jack off. He knew he had to act quickly since the girls
would wonder where he was. He kept thinking "I'm a diaper freak! I'm a
stinky, poopy little freaky diaper boy!"
As he could see himself in the mirrored closet door, he got a good
view of his thickly diapered butt and crotch with his bare, slender legs
sticking out from them as he lay on the bed and looked at himself
wearing his diapers and enjoying them. He ran his hands all over his
rear and his crotch, then he vigorously massaged the front of his diaper
and brought himself to a very intense ejaculation.
"Where's Tommy?" his mother asked Nancy and Robin.
"He must be still in the room," Nancy said. "He closed the door."
"He's fine," her mother said, knowing what Tommy was very likely
doing. "He'll be out in a couple minutes."
Tommy came out of the room a couple minutes later. He wiped the
sweat off of his forehead with his shirt. He walked over to a fan that
was running and he stood in front of it to cool off.
Kenny then came out of the shower and wearing his shorts. Nancy
had since then carried Tommy's soiled diapers out to the washroom and
threw them into the bucket to soak along with the diapers that she had
placed there from what Kenny had worn.
Everybody washed their hands and gathered around the table for
breakfast. Kenny was only up to eating some pancakes and drinking some
orange juice that morning. The others had eaten everything else that was
offered. Nancy and Robin each took turns feeding Tommy his breakfast and
giving him his bottle. After breakfast was over, Ray had announced what
he planned to do that day.
"How about we go do some rock huntin'?" he said.
"Rock hunting?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah, we go out and shoot flying rocks! Didn't you know we had
some of those around here?"
Tommy had a surprised, somewhat confused look on his face.
"Ahh, I'm kidding ya, boy!" his uncle said. "We just go up in the
canyon and you find all kinds of rocks, I think you'll like it, you'll
have fun."
"Sure," Tommy said.
"Yeah, I'll go," Nancy said.
"Kenny, how about you?" Ray said to his son.
"I guess," he said.
"How about you, Ellen?" Ray asked his sister.
"I think I'll stay here with Val, but thanks, anyway, Ray," she
replied.
"You ain't going, dear?" Ray asked his wife.
"Nah, I got things to do around here, got some cleaning to do, if
you know what I mean."
"Okay, about an hour or so, we'll be fixin' to go, kids," Uncle
Ray said as he left from the breakfast table.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 93
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"Okay kids, you all ready?" Uncle Ray hollered as he loaded the
back of his pickup truck with buckets, shovels and other tools that he
took along with him on one of his rock hunting excursions.
"I don't know about Tommy, he's not fully dressed yet," Aunt
Valerie said, seeing that Tommy was in just his shirt and diapers.
"He's fully dressed as far as he's concerned," Nancy said. "Just
diapers and a shirt!"
"There aren't any people around where we're going; he'll be all
right like that," Ray said.
"Did you pack some extra water?" Ellen asked Valerie as she was
loading an ice chest. "Tommy's really sensitive to the heat and sun,"
she said. She started spreading some sunscreen on Tommy's legs and then
his arms and his face.
"I've got plenty of water and other drinks for them," Aunt Valerie
said. "They're taking a whole picnic lunch, too."
Kenny came up from his bedroom carrying his pellet gun and extra
ammunition.
"You have a gun?" Tommy asked Kenny, not that this surprised
Tommy, given Kenny's disposition.
"It's just a pellet gun," he said. "You ever shoot a gun before?"
"A cap gun, that's it," Tommy said. "And a squirt gun," he added.
"Oh, brother," Kenny sighed. "Those don't even count," he said.
"What are you gonna shoot?" Tommy asked Kenny.
"Birds, gophers, ground squirrels, whatever," he said as he was
pointing it around in the house. Tommy flinched and backed away.
"Relax, dude. Geez, don't get your DIAPERS in a bunch! It's not
even loaded!" Kenny said to Tommy. Robin was coming up behind him.
"You mean, like your diapers were earlier?" Robin teased him.
"You mean, like your diapers were earlier?" Kenny repeated her,
using a sarcastic, mocking voice. Robin giggled.
"Are you sure you want to go, Kenny?" Valerie asked him as she
approached him. "You still look a little pale."
"Yeah, I wanna go out and target practice!" Kenny said, wielding
his gun.
"Well, just be careful," she said. "And how's your diarrhea?"
"I'm fine, okay?" Kenny insisted. "If you think I'm gonna wear
diapers, I'm not," he said.
"Fine," she said. "Have a good time."
Nancy and Robin rode up in the front of the pickup with Ray while
Tommy and Kenny sat in the back inside the camper shell on the pickup.
For several minutes Tommy sat across from Kenny without saying anything.
Only the hum of the engine and the rolling wheels broke the otherwise
awkward silence that hung over Tommy and Kenny. Since Tommy knew they'd
be on at least an hour-long drive, he decided to bring along his diaper
stories to read. Kenny looked at him sitting open-legged with his
diapers sticking out from his crotch.
"How can you stand to wear diapers all the time?" Kenny asked.
"You get used to it," Tommy said without looking up as he
continued reading.
"What do you like about wearing diapers so much?" Kenny asked.
"I just learned to enjoy them," Tommy said, this time looking up
from his reading. "They feel soft, warm, thick, I like how they look,
too."
"I can't believe you just go around in them all the time like
you're doing now."
"Everywhere except school or when I'm out with my Mommy."
Kenny then started loading pellets into his gun. He then opened
the hatch to the back of the camper.
"Check this out," Kenny said as he aimed it out the back window.
He waited until a road sign came up. A curve sign was on the other side
of the road, so he fired a pellet at it. He heard it hit the sign.
"Got it!" he said.
"That's nice," Tommy said as he returned to his reading.
"What are you reading, anyway?" Kenny asked. "Oh, one of your
diaper stories, I should have known. You really get off on this shit, I
can't believe it."
Kenny then started talking about his collection of pornographic
magazines and suggested that Tommy try looking at some of them when they
got back. Tommy continued reading, ignoring his cousin.
"You're no fun, Tommy," Kenny said.
"To each his own," Tommy replied.
A few minutes later, Kenny crawled over to the tailgate. The hatch
was still open as he stuck his head out. Tommy asked what he was doing,
but when Tommy heard Kenny throwing up and saw that he left a trail of
vomit on the road behind them, he figured it out. Tommy thought about
what the people in the car behind them must have thought when they
watched him throw up out the back of the pickup. Tommy also noticed a
wet spot that appeared in the seat of Kenny's shorts.
"Dammit," Kenny said. "I thought I was feeling better." Kenny sat
back down and felt the wetness press up against his behind. Tommy could
smell the accident that Kenny just had. Tommy didn't know whether he
should comment on this or not. When Kenny realized how strong the odor
was, he closed his legs and then said, "Did you fart, Tommy? Or worse?"
"I farted a couple of times a little while ago," Tommy said. "My
diaper's just wet, though."
"Something stinks in here," Kenny said.
"Did you have an accident when you threw up?" Tommy asked him.
"No!" Kenny said. He was adamantly denying such an accusation.
"Well, something stinks in here, and surprisingly enough, it's not
me," Tommy said.
"Sure it isn't, diaper boy!" Kenny said. "You and your stinky
diapers!"
"If you wear diapers, Kenny, you're gonna stink a lot, it's a
fact," Tommy said. "But it isn't me, I'm telling you," Tommy said. Tommy
didn't mind that people he knew and trusted acknowledged his odors, in
fact, he enjoyed the attention. He was just trying to get Kenny to admit
that he pooped his pants again.
"Well, maybe it's those cows over there," Kenny said.
"Admit it, Kenny, you had an accident just now," Tommy said.
"I did not!" Kenny said.
"I saw it in your shorts when you puked out the back of the
truck!"
"Looking at my ass again, you queer?" Kenny said to Tommy. Tommy
was now enraged.
"Yes, Kenny, I was looking at your ass! There, I said it! Happy
now?" Tommy yelled. Tommy then got up and stuck his butt into Kenny's
face.
"Take a look at *my* stinky, smelly, poop-filled,, thickly
diapered BOY ASS, Kenny! See it? See it? See my diapered butt? Doesn't
it smell good?! Does this make you a queer because you're looking at my
ass?"
Tommy then sat back down across from Kenny, realizing what he had
just done.
"That doesn't make me a queer, necessarily," Tommy said as he
calmed down a little. "I just couldn't help but notice that you pooped
your shorts."
"All right, I get your point, Tommy, now shut the fuck up about
it!" Kenny said. "So had a little accident!" Kenny finally admitted,
knowing that he couldn't lie his way out of it. "Now just don't say
anything about it when we stop!"
"If I can smell it, then the others will probably smell it, too,"
Tommy said.
"God, I hate myself for taking those stupid laxatives," Kenny
said.
"You remember how this all started, don't you?" Tommy said.
"Yeah, and I still think it's your fucking fault!" Kenny said.
"What? I didn't tattle on you, Kenny!" Tommy said as his temper
flared again. "Uncle Ray saw me coming through the field and he asked me
what I was doing!"
"And then you told him I kicked the ball out to the road! So you
tattled!"
"He asked me what I was doing! What the hell was I supposed to
tell him?!!"
"You could have said that you kicked it out there!"
"Well, I told him the truth, all right? I wasn't going to lie to
him."
Tommy and Kenny continued to argue, Kenny was starting to threaten
to hit Tommy. Tommy decided he had enough of this. He rapped on the
window to get his Uncle Ray's attention. Robin and Nancy waved at him.
Tommy was gesturing to ask his Uncle Ray to pull over, so he did.
"What are you doing? Tattling again?"
"I'm gonna sit up front," Tommy said.
"Waah! The little baby diaper boy wants to sit up front!" Kenny
mocked.
"Better than sitting back here with you!" Tommy said.
When the pickup came to a stop, Tommy crawled over to the tailgate
and then he climbed over it. He didn't think about the fact that a
couple passing motorists got a good glimpse of his diapered behind as he
hopped down from the tailgate and walked around to the right side of the
pickup.
Nancy rolled the window down and asked what Tommy wanted.
"Can I ride up front with you guys?" Tommy asked.
"What's wrong?"
"Kenny!" Tommy said.
"What's he doing to you?"
"He's just being obnoxious," Tommy said.
"Get in," Uncle Ray said. Nancy opened the door and took Tommy's
hand to help him climb up into the pickup. Tommy was tightly wedged
between the door and Nancy, but he didn't care. At least he could enjoy
the rest of the ride in peace now.
"What's he doing to you back there?" Ray asked Tommy.
"He still thinks it's my fault that he got in trouble and had to
wear diapers, so he was arguing with me about that. Then he started
calling me names and then he was threatening to hit me."
"Don't you worry, Tommy," Uncle Ray said as he pulled back onto
the highway. "Let him sulk back there if he wants to."
"How far do we have to go?" Tommy asked.
"Well, we're about ten miles from the turnoff, and then we'll go
about another ten or fifteen miles up the canyon road and then we'll
drive down into the canyon."
"How are the dydees holding up?" Nancy asked as she patted his
stomach.
"Wet, but I'll be okay," Tommy said.
"I brought some more diapers, just in case," Nancy said.
"You mean for me, or Kenny?" Tommy asked.
"You, or him, if he needs them," she said. "Does he still have
diarrhea?"
"Yeah, he had another accident and he threw up out the back of the
truck," Tommy said. "He was trying to blame me for the smell, too."
"Well, you do smell a lot, Tommy," Nancy said. "Just comes with
the territory when you're a diaper boy."
"I know," Tommy said. "but I haven't pooped yet, and Kenny was
just trying to deny that he had an accident."
"He shoulda stayed home!" Ray said. "Well, it was his decision to
come with us, so he can deal with the consequences."
They turned off of the main highway and then went up a rough
gravel road, only one lane wide in many places, though no oncoming
vehicles were encountered. They drove up into some hills and then
descended into the canyon.
During the ride down into the canyon, Tommy pooped in his diapers
and emitted a good amount of intestinal gas as he did it. The smell
filled the air inside the pickup's cab. Even with the windows down, the
odors slowly dissipated since they were only able to go about ten miles
per hour through this section of the road and there was no wind being
generated to produce adequate air circulation.
When they arrived at their site, located on the river bank, they
got out and gathered up their equipment. Uncle Ray handed everyone a
bucket and told them where they were going. Kenny wanted to stay at the
truck and he didn't want everyone to know about his accident, even
though Tommy had already told them.
"You come with us," Ray said to Kenny.
"I wanna stay here and target practice," Kenny said.
"No, you wanted to come here today, so you gotta come with us. How
are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess," Kenny said. As Robin walked towards him he kept
his front side turned towards her so she wouldn't see what he did in his
shorts.
"Don't let yourself dehydrate; it can get hot out there," Uncle
Ray told him.
"Take this with you," Nancy said as she handed Tommy a bottle of
water that had been frozen to melt into chilled water. "If you start
getting dizzy, tell us, and we'll stop. How's your diaper now?"
"It's a mess now, but I'll be okay," Tommy said. "How long will we
be gone?"
"A couple hours, maybe," Uncle Ray said.
"You want me to change you now?" Nancy asked him.
"I'll probably poop again before we get back," Tommy said.
"Okay," Nancy said. "You're used to wearing poopy diapers,
anyway."
Ray led the four kids up into a gully, where he started looking
around and pointing out several rocks that he could identify. Tommy
could even figure out what some of them were since he remembered a
lesson they had on rocks in school the previous year. Immediately,
Tommy, Nancy and Susan began filling their buckets.
"Remember that you gotta carry all them back with you," Uncle Ray
said. "We'll sort 'em out later."
Kenny was a long ways behind the others. He was more interested in
finding things to shoot at, and most of all, he didn't want everyone to
see the big spot on the back of his shorts, which had now spread to
cover his entire rear end.
"Come on, boy!" Ray said, prompting Kenny to catch up with them.
Kenny was busy aiming his pellet gun at some large birds he saw
flying overhead. He fired at them. but he missed. He then caught up with
the others who were waiting.
"I don't feel so good, Dad," Kenny said.
"Well, then why did you come with us?" Ray said, exasperated.
"I wanted to shoot my gun, that's why I wanted to stay at the
truck. Can I just go back now?"
"I suppose it's better than listenin' to you belly-achin'!" Ray
said to Kenny.
Just as Kenny started to retreat, he bent down and threw up again.
This time he loaded his shorts with a full blast of diarrhea. It dripped
out from the leg openings of his shorts and ran down his legs, some of
it being soaked up by his socks.
"You're a mess, son!" Ray said. "Go back and wash yourself up in
the river. Don't worry, ain't nobody out here gonna see you!"
"I'd say he's due for some diapers," Nancy said as she looked at
the seat of his shorts and how it was completely saturated in his filth.
She hoped that she'd get to put some diapers on him before the day was
over.
"I dunno, Nancy," Ray said. "He don't like to wear them, and I
think he should only have to wear them if he's in trouble for something
else. He can deal with a little diarrhea without diapers, most kids do.
But you give him time, he'll screw up today, and then you can diaper
him."
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 94
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Kenny walked back down to the bottom of the hill, feeling the wet,
greasy mess covering his butt and smelling its foul odor. He got back to
his dad's pickup and took his soiled underpants and shorts off of him.
He then walked out into the river, naked from his waist down, so that he
could get himself cleaned up. He also tried to wash out his clothes in
the river and he managed to get rid of the excess poop, but the stains
his accident left behind were embedded into the fabric permanently.
Being that he was wearing light gray corduroy shorts, a large brown spot
still appeared in the seat. He laid them out to dry on the rocky river
bank and then put them on a few minutes later.
Kenny passed the time by finding some old cans and bottles that
were left behind by others who had visited the area. He set these up in
a line and shot at them with his pellet gun, and whenever he saw birds
flying overhead he tried hitting them, but his poor aim spared the
birds' lives.
While Kenny was waiting down at the bottom of the hill, the others
were busy collecting rocks. Tommy had the most difficulty, trying to
navigate the steep hills while wearing such thick diapers, plus the fact
that they were messy. He took another large dump into them when they
reached the top of the hill they were on.
"I'm gonna need to go back soon," Tommy said, running his hands
over his butt.
"Are your diapers are getting a little full now?" Nancy said to
him.
"Yeah," he said. "I hope I'm not getting what Kenny's getting."
"You didn't take any laxatives, too, did you?" Nancy asked him.
"No, why would I?" Tommy said. "Talk about throwing gasoline on a
fire."
"Yeah, that's true," Nancy agreed with Tommy's analogy. "You
shouldn't have anything to worry about," Nancy assured her brother. "And
even if you are coming down with something, I don't mind doing a few
extra diaper changes."
"What's this about laxatives?" Ray asked Nancy.
"Kenny took some laxatives last night so that he'd get his diapers
changed sooner," Nancy said. "That's what made him sick and why he's
pooping so much."
"I hope he's learned his lesson from that," Ray said. "Because
next time that boy screws up-- and he will, just you wait-- he's gonna
be in them even longer than just overnight, and once he dirties 'em, his
Momma can just put another clean one on him, and it won't matter how
many laxatives he takes to try to get out of 'em, either."
Tommy had also run out of water and everyone else had consumed
their supplies, so, mainly for Tommy's sake for fear that he may have
another dizzy spell-- plus the fact that his diapers were as loaded as
his rock bucket-- they went back down the hill and returned to the
pickup. Each of them had their buckets filled with dozens rocks. They
all went down to the river and washed their rocks off and then sorted
them out to decide what to keep.
Kenny tried to avoid allowing the others to see the back of his
shorts since they were stained so badly, but when Robin saw him from
behind, she started laughing at him for pooping in his shorts. He told
her to knock it off, but she couldn't help but to be amused at her
brother's misfortune.
Tommy's diapers were due for changing and had been for over the
last hour. Nancy, Robin and Tommy went into the back of the pickup,
where he lay down on its bed while Nancy and Robin both worked on
changing his wet and soiled diapers. His dirty diapers were placed
inside a garbage bag that was brought along for this purpose. The two
girls each folded several clean diapers together and stuffed them
underneath Tommy's naked bum and then pinned them up around his body.
Tommy didn't have any other pairs of plastic pants with him, so he had
to wear the same pair as what he had on before.
They got out the lunch and ate it in the shade of the pickup,
sitting on its opened tailgate. Kenny started eating when his father
told him that he must be feeling better and would be ready to join them
when they went back out.
"I think I'm okay," Kenny said as he bit into his sandwich.
"We'll be going along the river this time, it won't be as
strenuous," he said. "You'll be all right."
After lunch, the group went back out to search for more rocks,
this time, going along the river bank. Kenny made sure to stay behind
the others so that his stained shorts wouldn't be in view even though
everyone knew about it and had seen it. Kenny reloaded his pellet gun
and took it along. He kept firing it at random targets, some of the
shots going right past the others in front of him.
"Kenny, you be careful where you shoot that thing!" his father
said.
"Sorry," Kenny said.
Later, Tommy was bent down examining some rocks at the edge of the
river. His diapered rear end was sticking out quite prominently as it
always did when he bent over. While Nancy and Robin always enjoyed
looking at his cute, padded up derriere, Kenny, about a hundred feet
behind the three, noticed that there was a beer bottle sitting on a rock
just a few feet away. Kenny thought that it would be funny to see
everyone's reaction when he blew away the beer bottle when the others
weren't expecting it. He tried to aim for the bottle, but when he fired
the gun, the shot hit Tommy right on his behind.
"Ahh!!" Tommy exclaimed as he felt the pellet strike his butt.
"What happened?" Nancy asked. "Did Kenny just get you?"
"I think so," Tommy said, "but I'm okay."
Nancy looked down at his rear end and she saw where the pellet had
penetrated his plastic pants and went into his diapers.
"It's in your diapers," she said. "I can see it. Good thing we put
your diapers on you so thick!"
"Yeah," Tommy said. "I agree."
Kenny wasn't aware of what had happened, so he fired another
pellet, this time hitting the bottle and causing it to shatter loudly,
scaring everyone.
"Kenny!" Nancy shouted. "You just hit Tommy!" she yelled.
"No I didn't! I hit the bottle!" he said.
"Well, you also hit Tommy!" she said.
Ray, who had been downstream, overheard the commotion.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Kenny was shooting his gun and it hit Tommy in the butt," Robin
said. "But he's got diapers on, so he's okay."
"Gimme the gun," Ray said as he approached Kenny, ordering his son
to hand it over.
"Sorry, Dad, I'll be more careful with it."
"Give it here," Ray said with his hand extended.
"But Dad!" Kenny whined.
"Now!" Ray yelled.
Kenny then threw his pellet gun on the ground and walked off. Ray
went after him and grabbed him by his shirt. He then bent him over,
pulled his stained shorts and underpants down and gave him about 20
bare-handed swats, right in front of Nancy, Robin and Tommy. Tommy
turned away and plugged his ears as he couldn't stand to watch.
"I don't care what your Momma says, I think you still need a good
spankin'!" Ray told Kenny.
When he was finished, he told Kenny to pull his pants up and look
at him straight in the eyes.
"What you shootin' at them kids for?" Ray asked Kenny.
"I wasn't!" Kenny sobbed. "There was a bottle sitting on that
rock!" He pointed to where its shattered remains were scattered all
over.
"Listen, boy, when there's people around, anywhere nearby, you
don't shoot! NEVER!"
"He's okay, Uncle Ray, his diapers caught it," Nancy said.
"That ain't the point, Nancy," Ray said to her. "He's not being
considerate of other people's safety, and most people don't wear diapers
like Tommy and wouldn't have been so lucky to have been hit in the
behind. It might have hit him on his leg, or his back, or his head. He
might have hit one of you girls with it, maybe straight in the eye! You
listenin' to all this, son?"
"Yes, Dad," Kenny sobbed.
"I told you he'd screw up today, and he did! Let's go!"
"Sorry," Kenny tried to apologize.
"Ain't no amount of apologizin' ain't gonna get you out of this,"
Ray said to Kenny.
"Here's Kenny's gun," Robin said as she picked it up off the
ground and handed it to her father.
"Ain't his gun now, at least not for awhile. I'll just hold onto
this," he said as he took it. "Maybe after you've had a chance to think
about other people's safety I'll give it back to you, but don't you
count on that happenin' any time soon," he said to Kenny.
The walk back to the pickup was silent, with only the sounds of
the river's water flowing, the shaking of everyone's buckets and their
feet rustling through the marshy grass and other growth along the river.
Kenny climbed into the back of the pickup, where he rode back by himself
while the others rode up front in the cab with Ray.
When they got back to town they pulled into the supermarket
parking lot.
"What are you stopping for, Dad?" Robin asked her father.
"You'll find out," he said as he turned off the engine and left
the keys in the ignition. He got out of the pickup and said, "you kids
stay here, I'll be right back."
Ray went to the back of the pickup and told Kenny to get out and
go into the store with him. Kenny didn't know what was going on, but he
had a hunch that it had something to do with his punishment.
"Dad, my shorts are stained," Kenny said. "I can't go in there
like that."
"Get out," Ray said to him firmly.
Kenny felt very embarrassed and nervous as he walked into the
store, looking around and wondering if anyone was looking at the back of
his shorts. He became even more nervous as he followed his dad into the
aisle where adult incontinence products were stocked. He watched his
father pick up a package of small adult-sized diapers and carry them up
to the counter. Kenny wanted to sink into the floor and never be seen
again as he watched his father take the diapers to the checkout. He
recognized the girl who was working and he often made passes at her when
he was in the store with his Mom and sometimes his Dad. She knew who
Kenny and his family were and she thought it was strange that his father
would be buying adult diapers, especially since this was his only
purchase. When she saw the embarrassed look on Kenny's face, she figured
it out, especially when they walked out of the store and she noticed the
big poop stain in Kenny's shorts.
"Just so you know, Kenny, your allowance is paying for these
diapers," his father added as they went back to the pickup.
Ray opened the door to the pickup and tossed the package of
diapers over to the kids. Nancy caught it and held it in her lap. She
looked at it and asked Tommy if he had ever heard of the brand.
"No, these are just some in-store brand," Tommy said. "I know I'd
never be able to wear them, they're not absorbent enough."
"Well, you got plenty of diapers of your own, anyway, Tommy," Ray
said. "These ain't for you."
"Are they for Kenny?" Robin asked.
"Yep, and as soon as we get back, you're gonna put one on him!"
When they returned, they went into the house to look for Ellen and
Valerie.
"Must be out back," he said.
"Can I diaper Kenny now?" Robin asked.
"Hold on, let me find your momma first," he said. "You're gonna
need her supervision so Kenny don't try running away."
The group, minus Kenny, went out to the patio and found Ellen and
Valerie sitting out there.
"How was the rock hunting trip?" Valerie asked him.
"Fine, until Kenny shot Tommy in the rump with his damn gun!" Ray
said as he was still carrying the pistol.
"Oh dear," Ellen said. "You okay, honey?" she asked her boy.
"Yeah, thanks to my diapers," Tommy said. He turned around and let
his mother take a look at where the pellet went into the backside of his
diapers.
"Lucky for you that you wear such thick diapers," his mother said
to him. "That would have really hurt otherwise."
"Glad it wasn't me," Nancy said as she rubbed her behind. "I don't
have that kind of protection."
"Me neither," Robin said as she patted her buttocks.
"I should hope not," Ellen said. "You girls don't need to wear
diapers like Tommy does."
"Well, Kenny's gonna be the next one in diapers," Ray said. "We
went and picked some up at the store. I thought that maybe you could
help Robin put one on him," he said.
"Sure," she said. "Where's Kenny, anyway?"
"Probably still out in the back of the truck," he said. "Let's go
find him."
Ray explained to Valerie and Ellen the rest of what had happened
and why Kenny had shot Tommy. After Kenny was found, still sitting in
the back of the pickup and throwing some of the rocks from the buckets
out into the driveway, he was immediately told to go into the house and
into the guest room, where he would be diapered. Robin and her mother
went into the room with him while Nancy and Tommy went out to the patio
to enjoy some lemonade that their mother offered to them.
"Looks like you already had an accident," Kenny's mother said as
she pulled down his dirty shorts and underwear and exposed his bare,
reddened behind.
"I can see Dad already swatted you for your little misdeed," she
said, noting the red marks that were still on Kenny's buttocks.
Kenny lay down on the bed and watched as Robin pulled one of the
diapers out of the package and unfolded it. She put it underneath
Kenny's bottom and taped it up around his waist.
"I wouldn't try taking that diaper off unless you want your hands
tied again," Kenny's mother warned him. He got up from the bed, his
diaper crinkling as he walked. He headed straight for his bedroom to
avoid being seen walking around in his diapers.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 95
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Tommy spent the rest of the day avoiding Kenny and staying out of
his path. He, Nancy and Robin went out to the driveway to gather up the
rocks that Kenny had thrown around. They went out to look at the kittens
and to discuss what to name the one they were going to take home with
them. They agreed that the kitten looked a lot like Figaro, the kitten
from the story "Pinocchio", so they agreed to name their new kitten
this.
Later in the day, while Tommy was playing outside with Nancy and
Robin, a boy showed up in the driveway on his bike. He looked at Tommy,
seeing that he was obviously very much in diapers, and then he went to
Robin.
"Hi Doug," Robin said.
"Hi, is Kenny around?" he said.
"Yeah, but he's in trouble right now," Robin said. "Again."
"These are my cousins Nancy and Tommy," Robin introduced them.
"This is Kenny's friend Doug."
After Tommy and Nancy each greeted him, he asked Tommy, "I've
never seen anyone in diapers other than a baby."
"Well, he has to wear them," Nancy said as she put her arm around
Tommy affectionately.
"What, he's not potty trained, or what?" Doug said, making a joke
of it. He sounded almost as obnoxious as Kenny.
"He had an accident," Nancy said. Doug started laughing.
"Must have been some accident, since his diapers are so BIG!" Doug
said.
"He hurt himself, it was *that* kind of accident," Nancy said.
"Oh, so I see," Doug said. "Can I see Kenny anyway?"
"He can't come out," Robin said, knowing that Kenny wouldn't be
willing to go outside with only a diaper on. "But you can probably come
in and see him," she said. She invited Doug into the house and told him
to go down to Kenny's room.
Robin snickered as she thought about what would happen when Doug
went to Kenny's door and saw Kenny in a diaper. She stood around the
corner at the top of the stairs and listened, taking a quick peek every
few seconds.
Doug knocked on Kenny's bedroom door. As Kenny was reading one of
his girlie magazines and stroking himself with his hand in his diaper,
he immediately threw the magazine underneath his bed. Kenny didn't think
that it would be anyone besides his parents or Robin knocking, so he
casually opened the door. When he realized that it was his friend Doug,
he closed the door and told him not to come in.
"Oh shit!" Kenny exclaimed.
"What?" Doug said. "What's going on?"
"I'm in trouble, that's what!" Kenny said through the closed door.
"Can't I come in?" Doug asked him.
"No," Kenny said. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."
"Are you wearing a diaper?" Doug asked him.
"I don't want to talk about that," Kenny said. "Just go, and I'll
see you in school tomorrow."
"What are you wearing a diaper for? Your cousin's here, and he's
wearing one; so what's with all the diapers around here?"
"If you must know, it's his fault," Kenny said through the closed
door.
"Can you open the door?" Doug said. "I've seen you already, and
it's not like I haven't seen you completely naked, like that time we
were comparing our boners."
Robin could barely suppress her giggles.
"He was talking about how him and Kenny were comparing their
boners!" she whispered to Nancy, who also started giggling. She relayed
it to Tommy, who also got a good laugh out of it.
"It's kind of hard for Marvin and I to compare ourselves like that
except when we get our diapers changed," Tommy said.
Doug was then invited into Kenny's bedroom. Kenny stood holding
his pillow in front of the diaper he had on.
"I wouldn't be wearing diapers now if it weren't for my shit-butt
cousin Tommy!" Kenny said. "Now my parents are gonna make me wear
diapers when I get in trouble so I won't leave the house."
"I don't blame you, but why diapers?" Doug asked.
"Just to punish me. They got the idea after my cousins showed up
and found out that Tommy wears diapers. It's so stupid."
"How long are you gonna wear them?" Doug asked.
"I dunno," he said. "I hope I'm not going to have to wear them to
school. Whatever you do, don't tell anyone!"
"Okay, I won't. I'd be too embarrassed to tell people, anyway. I
mean, who wears diapers that isn't a baby?"
"I can name over twenty-five people," Tommy said to Nancy and
Robin as he heard this comment.
"Well, sorry to see that you're, well, diapered," Doug said to
Kenny. "I'd better go before I get in trouble for being here," he said.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Doug then came walking back up the stairs. Nancy, Robin and Tommy
quickly moved to the couch so that they wouldn't be caught
eavesdropping.
"Bye guys," Doug said as he went out the front door.
Later in the evening, after everyone had dinner, Robin asked how
Kenny's diaper was doing.
"It's wet, okay?" he said.
"Just asking," Robin said. "I just want to make sure you have a
nice, dry diaper on when you go to bed tonight."
"How long do I have to wear these stupid diapers?" Kenny asked.
"You're grounded for this week," Ray said. "And don't think that
taking laxatives will get you out of the diapers, either. If you use
them up, we can always buy more. And remember, that'll end up costing
more of your allowance, so I wouldn't be using those diapers too quickly
if I were you."
"Do I have to wear them to school?"
"Maybe," his father said, dropping the subject at that point.
When dinner was finished, Tommy had his diapers changed first.
This time, Robin went ahead and decided to do the entire diaper change
on her own, even the dirty, smelly, messy part of it. Nancy watched as
she pulled off the plastic pants, took out the diaper pins and removed
the multiple layers of wet diapers and exposed Tommy's bare bottom which
was thoroughly covered with poop. Robin tried not to let the odor bother
her as she wiped off the heavy accumulation of feces in his diapers.
"You did it," Nancy said. "Now comes the fun part."
Robin spread the powder generously throughout Tommy's crotch and
his butt. She was more careful about handling the area around his
privates, knowing that Tommy could shoot out his semen on her if she
gave his genitals too much attention. His penis still remained hard and
stiff throughout the diaper change.
Robin then got out several diapers and folded each one and stacked
them up. After she had put eight diapers on Tommy, she grabbed several
more that had just been washed.
"How many diapers are you going to put on him?" Nancy asked Robin.
"As many as I can!" Robin said, giggling joyously. "I like
diapering Tommy!" she said. "I wanna see how thick I can get 'em!"
"It looks like you're setting a new record for Tommy!" Nancy said.
"I wonder if his friends Marvin and Max have ever been diapered so
heavily?"
"Too bad Kenny isn't the same way," Robin said. "He'd hate this!"
"Yeah, I'm just glad Tommy and his friends let me have fun with
it," Nancy said.
Robin kept putting more diapers on Tommy. After she had fifteen of
his diapers pinned onto him, she reached for the "Deidi" diaper that had
also been washed. She managed to fit it over the huge stack of diapers
that Tommy already had on. Robin could barely get the ends to reach, so
Nancy helped to hold the diaper's ends in place while Robin stuck the
pins in and fastened them shut. She and Nancy used a dozen pins on each
side to ensure that the topmost diaper would stay in place.
"I wonder if his plastic pants will fit?" Nancy said as she looked
at the mammoth diapers bulging out from his crotch. Nancy reached into
Tommy's diaper bag for another pair of plastic pants and handed them to
Robin. Tommy could barely even get his feet closely together enough for
Robin to put the waist opening over them. She slid the pants up his legs
and guided each of his feet into the leg openings. The plastic pants fit
very tightly over Tommy's incredibly thick pile of diapers that he had
on. He could hardly walk in them and felt that he was better off
crawling.
"My goodness, girls!" Valerie said as she watched Tommy crawl out
of the room in such thick diapers. "What did you do to him?"
"Robin got a little carried away," Nancy said as she and Robin
smiled at Valerie.
"I'll say! You made a baby out of him! He's crawling!"
"That's Tommy," his mother said. "A thirteen year-old baby boy!
But we love him anyway."
Kenny was then called up from his bedroom. He reluctantly
approached Nancy and Robin. His eyes bulged as he looked at Tommy, now
sitting on the couch next to his mother, wearing the thickest bunch of
diapers that he had ever seen Tommy wear.
"Don't worry, yours won't be that thick," Robin said.
"I can show you a way to make it thicker," Nancy suggested. Nancy
demonstrated by taking one of the diapers and putting holes or slits in
it so that its contents could drain out into a second diaper. She picked
up a pair of manicure scissors that were sitting on the dresser and cut
some slits into the surface of the diaper.
"So put this one first, and then add another diaper on top of it,"
Nancy said.
"Hurry up and get this stupid diaper change over with!" Kenny
said. "And don't use them up so fast, since I have to pay for them!"
"Really?" Robin said as this gave her an idea. "Can we do three
diapers?"
"I don't see why not!" Nancy said.
"Mom!" Kenny shouted. His mother came to the room to see what was
the matter.
"They're gonna make me wear three diapers!" he said.
"That's nothing," she said. "Did you see what Tommy had on?"
"I have to pay for these diapers and they're gonna use them up
faster!"
Robin then proceeded to explain to her mother what she was doing
and said she wouldn't do it this way if her mother objected.
"I don't see why not," her mother said. "It just means you won't
have to change him as much, so it won't make much of a difference as far
as using up his diapers goes. That is, unless he really poops, which
hopefully he won't, since he knows he'll end up paying for more diapers
or sitting around in dirty diapers longer if he does that."
Valerie then left the room. Robin took off Kenny's diapers and saw
that he had just pooped a good load into them not too long ago.
"Ahh, you're a poopy boy!" Robin said to her older brother.
"Be quiet," Kenny grumbled. "Just get this crap over with!"
"Well, I'm sure you'd be more comfortable if I took care of the
'crap' part first," Robin said. After having cleaned Tommy's messy
behind, taking care of Kenny's mess was easier to do.
"Why don't you learn to enjoy wearing diapers like Tommy does?"
Nancy asked him.
"Because I don't wanna wear them!" Kenny replied.
"Tommy used to be that way, he didn't want to wear diapers, but
now he loves wearing them, as you could see by the way Robin diapered
him."
"Well, you can count me out!" Kenny said. "I read some of his
stories, that stuff's sick, man!"
"Oh well," Nancy sighed as she watched Robin apply the multiple
diapers to Kenny.
"I guess not every boy is cut out to be a diaper boy," she said.
Kenny was now wearing a triple set of disposable diapers, which
felt very thick between his legs, though it was nothing like what he had
endured the night before when he was in cloth diapers. He could only
imagine how Tommy must have felt by the way he was diapered so much more
heavily. The one thing Kenny didn't understand was that Tommy was
enjoying it very much.
Shortly before bedtime, each of the kids was served a dish heaping
with vanilla ice cream topped off with some blackberries that Valerie
had grown and picked earlier in the summer. When it became time for bed,
Tommy asked if he could share the bed with his mother instead of having
to spend another night with Kenny in his room. She agreed and let him
sleep in the same bed as she, easily assured that the bed would remain
dry.
Early the following morning, Tommy and his family set out to hit
the road back to Idaho. Tommy was changed back into a much more modest
disposable diaper, though he still opted to leave his shorts off and
wear only his diaper and a shirt until they stopped to eat on the way
home.
Just Before they started, Tommy and Robin went out to the barn to
get Figaro. They knew he'd miss his mother and his littermates, and vice
versa. Tommy and Nancy each felt a momentary pang of sadness as they
took Figaro away, separating him from his feline family. The excitement
of getting a new kitten returned shortly and this alleviated the
sadness, however, and Tommy and Nancy knew their little friend would
find happiness in his new home in Idaho.
A small box had been set up in the back seat of the car for
Figaro. It was lined with some material for softness and to act as a
temporary litter box. Specifically the box had been lined with Kenny's
shorts and his underpants that he soiled the previous day. Even after a
machine washing, they were too stained to be of any use to him anymore.
Figaro was also given a supply of kitten food and water for his long
journey home.
Tommy and Nancy each gave their Aunt Valerie and Uncle Ray a big
hug and kind words of thanks for their hospitality. Kenny just stood off
in the distance wearing another wet set of triple diapers and moped as
he said goodbye to his cousins.
"See you on Christmas!" Ray said as Tommy and his family left for
home.
The long drive of 542 miles back to their driveway in Boise seemed
formidable to Tommy and Nancy as they knew that virtually their entire
day would be spent inside the car. At least they knew that tending to
Figaro would occupy them for much of the drive and that it would help
pass the time.
By the time noon had arrived they had crossed the state line into
Idaho again. This was also about the halfway point in their journey back
home. Just beyond the state line was a rest area. Tommy had been needing
a diaper change for the last hour and he was starting to stink. He
decided to skip his diaper change opportunity at the last gas station
since he felt there were too many people milling around out there. He
hoped that there wouldn't be too many people at the rest stop, but
considering that it was Labor Day weekend and that a lot people were
traveling back home, he knew that there would have to be at least a
couple cars or so.
Upon pulling in, Tommy was surprised to see only three other cars
and an RV were there and they were all spread out. Nancy needed to use
the bathroom, so she hopped out of the car and headed straight for the
women's restroom. Her mother decided to join her since she had to go,
too. In the meantime Tommy played with Figaro and let him crawl all over
his diaper. The kitten was oblivious to the wet, stinky mess beneath the
diaper that Tommy had on. Tommy knew he was going to be changed as soon
as Nancy and his mother returned.
As soon as Nancy returned to the car she told Tommy to spread out
on the back seat so that she could change his diaper. He figured since
nobody else was around them that it was okay to let Nancy change him in
broad daylight. Figaro was asleep in his little box, but Nancy kept an
eye on him to make sure he didn't leap out.
Tommy enjoyed getting the poop-filled diaper removed from his body
after having worn it that way since before his mom filled the gas tank
in Ogden. Tommy had added several more ounces of pee to his diaper, pee
generated by all the pop and juice that he had drank. With the diaper
off of him and his balls and crotch cleaned up, Tommy enjoyed the
feeling of the cool breeze blowing on his tender skin. Nancy quickly put
an end to his naked exposure by rediapering him.
Tommy sat back up and returned to his seated position in the back
seat, but then he realized that he needed to get out and walk around and
stretch his legs. Nancy also wanted to walk around a little, too. They
saw their mother walking around and decided to join up with her.
"Do you know where my shorts are?" Tommy asked Nancy.
"Probably in the trunk," Nancy said. "You could probably just get
out and walk around in your diapers. It's not like anybody who sees you
will know who you are anyway."
"That's true," Tommy said. At this point, Tommy didn't care, and
in a way, the thought of exposing his diapers to strangers excited him.
He smiled as he thought about unsuspecting strangers catching a glimpse
of his diapered derriere. Nancy picked up on this, too.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked him.
"I dunno," Tommy said, sounding embarrassed now. "I guess it would
be sort of fun to strut around in my diapers here."
With this, Nancy opened the car door and took Tommy's hand and
pulled him up from the seat, leading him out into the open in his
diapers.
"Come on, let's go over to those trees and back," Nancy said.
Tommy looked around to see if anyone had spotted him. In one of the cars
the driver was sleeping. A family of four was sitting at a picnic table
and minding their own business until they looked at Tommy as he went to
the front of the car, spread his legs and bent over as he held onto the
hood as he stretched. Tommy noticed both the family's boy and girl
pointing and staring. Tommy envisioned how he looked to the somewhat
captive onlookers: red-striped crew socks that went past his ankles,
followed by backs of his bare thighs, then his butt in a thick white
disposable diaper accented by the extra padding in the seat, and above
this, his yellow- and navy blue-striped shirt. Nancy and Tommy walked
towards them as Nancy dropped the dirty diaper into the garbage. The
parents looked at Tommy, but then returned to their eating. The two kids
kept sneaking glances every few seconds, however. Tommy gave them
another show of his diapered bottom when he bent over to tie his shoe.
Just for good measure, he tied both of them. After Tommy got up, Nancy
mentioned that the boy took some video with a home video camera.
"He may be 'one of us,'" Tommy thought to himself.
Tommy and Nancy held hands and walked together as they headed
across the lot over to some trees that lined the Interstate highway.
Several motorists got a quick glance of Tommy's diapered state as they
zipped by at 75 miles per hour or more. His white diaper on his butt was
hard to miss at any speed.
Their mother had caught up with them. She was surprised to see
Tommy walking around in his diapers, especially as several more cars had
pulled in along with another RV. She figured as long as Tommy didn't
mind, she didn't mind and that they were planning to leave anyway.
Other motorists had since then pulled up on both sides of the car.
As one of the vehicles was crammed full of kids, they all got a good
show of Tommy's diapered behind as he got back into the car, choosing to
take the front seat. While Tommy didn't look, Nancy told him that all of
the kids were staring.
"It'll give them something to tell their friends at school
tomorrow," Tommy said, actually being cool about having been seen in his
diapers.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 96:
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Early Monday afternoon Roger had everything packed and ready to go
as he and his family were set to return home. All three of the boys
needed diaper changes before they left. Heidi first changed Jeffy out of
his wet and soiled diapers. She figured that Jeffy wouldn't want to be
seen in diapers by his Mom when he returned home, so she assumed he'd
want to wear his underwear instead. With this she handed his clothing
bag to him.
Jeffy realized when he was putting on his underwear that he missed
the thickness and the bulk of the diapers that he had been wearing since
Friday. Since he had not worn any of the underwear that he had brought
along, it was all still clean and fresh, ready to wear. He had packed
two dozen pairs in his bag, and he put them on all on to wear on the way
home. His multiple underpants still weren't nearly as thick as Marvin's
and Max's diapers were, nor did his briefs come up as high as the
diapers did, which was one of the other things Jeffy felt was missing
from his underwear. In spite of these shortcomings, Jeffy figured that
his underwear would still do. He figured that sooner or later he would
be put into real diapers by his mother once she picked up on his
complete defiance against using the toilet.
Jeffy knew that his shorts wouldn't fit over his underwear, so he
didn't bother trying to put them on. He just wore his multiple
underpants and his shirt on the way back home, looking a lot like Marvin
and Max, with the exception that they were in real diapers that were
much thicker.
On the way down from the mountains, Jeffy felt that he needed to
poop. The thought of deliberately unloading in his briefs excited him,
though he wished he had some diapers on so that he could poop in them
instead of his underpants. He thought about what it would be like to
walk into his house wearing only his multiple underpants and stinking of
fresh poop, which excited him even more.
Jeffy sat back and spread his legs. Heidi looked at him and she
knew what he was doing. She looked down at his crotch and thought about
how he was about to unload some poop, which would be packed in
underneath his two dozen pairs of underwear. Marvin and Max, sitting on
the other side of Jeffy, then looked over at him, and then all three of
them cheered him on as he dumped a very large load of shit into his
underpants. As Jeffy didn't have as much material in his underwear to
retain the odors of his bowel movement as Marvin's and Max's diapers,
the smell from his poop was more pronounced. Jeffy sat there next to
Heidi with a satisfied look on his face.
Jeffy also needed to pee. He wasn't sure whether to try wetting in
his underpants. He told Heidi about his need to piss, so she reached
behind the seat and retrieved some plastic pants for him. He put them on
and then sat back down, feeling the big mess in his underpants splat up
against his buttocks, spreading the mess everywhere throughout his
backside. He was getting quite a boner from the sensation and he
couldn't resist rubbing himself.
Jeffy then let himself relax and let his pee flow. His erection
made most of it shoot up towards his waistbands before it trickled back
down into the fly fronts of his underwear. The wetness quickly spread
throughout his briefs. He looked down at the fly front of his topmost
pair of underwear, covered by the plastic pants. He got most of his
urine out of him before a wet spot appeared on the front of his plastic
pants.
"I think diapers would work better for wetting," Jeffy said. "My
underwear works okay for pooping, but I want some real diapers so I
don't have to go to the toilet at all."
"Well, you've burned your bridge now!" Marvin said.
"He peed and pooped his underwear!" Max said gleefully.
"Exactly," Marvin told Max. "Now he's gotta go into his house with
wet and poopy underpants on!"
Jeffy had a sudden look of guilt on his face.
"Now I've done it," he said. "It's too late, and I can't go back
now. I don't have any clean underwear left."
"Well, you said you were going to start going in your underwear
all the time so that you'll get put in diapers," Marvin said.
"I know," Jeffy said. "It sounded like a good idea at the time
that we were talking about it, but now that I've actually done it, I'm
afraid I'll get in trouble."
"Well, it may be rough starting out, but give it time," Marvin
assured him. "Your Mommy won't put up with wet and stinky underpants for
long."
Jeffy thought about what he'd tell his Mom when he got home. He
thanked Roger and Rita for inviting him and letting him have so much
fun, in more ways than one. He was just hoping that his fun times with
Marvin and Max weren't going to be short-lived and about to come to a
sudden end. He took off the plastic pants, said goodbye to everyone and
stepped out of the van in his soaked and soiled underwear.
He hoped the kids playing in the street wouldn't say anything when
they saw him in his "diapers." They all appeared to be about seven years
old or younger, four boys and two girls. They all looked at him and
laughed, thinking that he had a diaper on since, from their distance,
all they could see was a thick, white garment wrapped around his waist
and covering his butt.
Jeffy noticed that the car was gone, so he felt relieved that his
mother had left. He was hoping Kim and Danny had gone with her, but when
he went inside, Kim was right there in her usual spot, the recliner, her
corpulent body occupying its entire width and then some. Danny was in
the back yard playing in the sprinkler.
"Hello," Kim said to Jeffy. "Did you forget your pants?"
"Oh shoot!" Jeffy exclaimed. "I left them in the van!"
"I see," she said. "Why aren't you even wearing them?" she asked.
"Because, this is how I decided to come home," Jeffy said as he
walked back to his room to change. He hoped to escape from Kim detecting
that he had also wet his underwear, but her acuity of watching her
brother's elimination habits quickly led her to notice the yellow tint
in the front of his briefs.
Without even knocking, Kim opened the door to Jeffy's bedroom and
asked him if he had peed in his underpants.
"No!" Jeffy denied.
Kim then bent down and picked up the first few pairs that Jeffy
had already taken off.
"Ahh, it's wet," Kim said as she held felt damp fabric between her
thumb and forefinger.
"I spilled water on me, okay" Jeffy said, only to dig himself in
even deeper.
"Must have been a lot of water," Kim said. "Or you were drinking
lemonade, since most water isn't yellow."
Kim then held his underpants to her nose.
"Yep, you definitely peed in these all right!" she said.
"Okay," Jeffy confessed, at least partially. "I wet in them, but
it was an accident."
"Sure," Kim replied, refusing to believe her brother's obvious
attempt to cover up what he had done.
"Since when was the last time you had a full wetting accident like
this?" she said. "I thought you only pooped your underwear."
"Well, this time I peed, okay?" Jeffy said in a defensive tone.
"You did this on purpose!" she said. "I know you did."
"I did not!" Jeffy denied.
"I'll just show this to Mom when she gets home," Kim said as she
took the wet underpants with her.
Jeffy felt very nervous now. He quickly took off the rest of his
piss-soaked underwear. He decided that he should just put on one pair
and wear some shorts for now. He was feeling too guilty and too scared
of his mother's wrath to "diaper" himself in his underwear.
Jeffy used one of the other pairs of underwear that was already
covered in poop to wipe off his bottom. He was only able to wipe off the
excess stinky, sticky outer layer of residue, still leaving a good,
solid layer of poop on his buttocks that his underpants would pick up
when he put a clean pair on.
Jeffy grabbed his only other pair of shorts that were available to
him and put them on. He didn't even care that his rear end was still
coated with poop. He knew he was in trouble no matter what. Still, he
wanted to minimize the amount of evidence that would work against him.
He gathered up his underwear to carry to the washing machine. His wet
underpants soaked into his shirt as he carried them all out of his room
at once, on his way to the washing machine.
"Don't even bother, Jeffy," Kim said to him as she watched him
walking up the hallway and into the front room. "I'm gonna show Mom that
pair you wet. And besides, Mom's gonna be home soon, so I'll show her
what you're running in the wash."
Just as luck would have it, Jeffy dropped one of the heavily
soiled pairs on the floor right in front of Kim. It landed on her bare
foot. As Jeffy had his arms full, he wasn't able to retrieve the pair
that he dropped. Kim bent forward and picked up the dirty briefs.
"Ooh, a poopy pair," she said as she got up from her chair,
holding the briefs by the waistband, looking at the poop-filled crotch
dangling in front of her. "This will be even better!"
Shortly after Jeffy dropped his briefs in the wash, his mother
came home. Kim didn't even wait for her to come in the house. She ran
into the bathroom and retrieved the two pairs from under the sink that
she momentarily confiscated for evidence against her brother. She went
out the back door and ran to her mother, eager to show her what Jeffy
had done.
"Look what Jeffy did!" she said as her mother was getting out of
the car.
"He's home now?" she said.
"Yeah, he came in wearing just his underwear, and it was all wet
and poopy, see?"
"I figured he'd do something like this," her mother said. "I'm not
sure he should be friends with Max. I'm sure he wore diapers the whole
time he was gone. Why don't you bring some of these bags in, and I'll go
talk to Jeffy."
Jeffy's mother took the two pairs of underwear from Kim and she
took them into the house. She found Jeffy sitting in his room. She
opened the door and showed him the two pairs of his underpants that Kim
had presented to her.
"You had a good time, I see, Jeffy," his mother said as she held
the two pairs, one dangling from each of her hands.
"I had an accident," Jeff said.
"Accident? I don't think so, Jeffy," his mother said. "Max told
you to do this, didn't he? He told you to pee and poop in your
underpants."
"No, he didn't, Mom," Jeffy said. "I did it," he said.
"And it was an accident, I suppose," she said.
"No," Jeffy confessed. "I did it on purpose."
"Where's your underwear?"
"In the wash," he answered.
"What about the rest of it?"
"In my drawers," he said.
"It looks like I'm going to have to take it away from you," she
said. "This has gone too far."
Jeffy had read several diaper stories from Marvin's and Max's
collection that involved a parent taking away a boy's underwear to
replace it with diapers. He became hopeful and asked, "does this mean
I'm going to wear diapers now?"
"Absolutely not!" his mother said. Jeffy was very surprised and
disappointed by this abrupt response from his mother.
"I'm going to keep your underwear hidden away, and I'm only going
to give you one pair at a time."
"But Mom!" Jeffy said.
"I can see where you're going with this," she said. "You've always
relied on wearing your underwear several pairs at a time like a diaper,
'just in case.' I know your father started you on this, but I think it's
time that you learn not to have accidents. In fact, I know that some of
these 'accidents' really aren't accidents, and I'm afraid that Max is
going to be a bad influence on you."
"Mom!" Jeffy interjected. "You're making Max sound like he's doing
drugs or something!"
Max is going to be a bad influence on you!", Jeffy repeated his
mother in a mocking tone of voice.
"Don't talk to me like that, young man!" his mother scolded him.
"Well, okay, I won't do this anymore, I'm sorry," Jeffy
apologized.
"Okay, fine, I'll accept your apology, and I'll expect you to
promise me that you won't do this anymore."
"So can I see Max still?"
"Only at school," his mother said. "I know you won't do any of
this stuff with him there."
"Can't he come over here?" Jeffy pleaded.
"Nope," his mother said.
"Even when you're home?"
"I'm afraid not, Jeffy," his mother said.
"He's got a birthday coming up this weekend and I wanna go to his
party!" Jeffy begged. "Can I go to that?"
"I said no, Jeffy," she answered firmly.
"C'mon, Mom!" Jeffy said as he began crying. "You met his Mom and
Dad, you let me go with them this weekend!"
"Well, I started to have some second thoughts," his mother said.
"But you met them! They were nice, and you were even talking about
how good of a family they have!"
"Jeffy, I think their family gets along *too* well," his mother
said. "I mean, who knows what they do when nobody's around! I'm sure
Marvin's and Max's sister does more than change their diapers, for one
thing."
"I don't think it's like that, Mom," Jeffy said.
"Well, I know that Max is your first real friend and I know you
like him, and Max is a nice boy, and so is his family...BUT, I just
don't think you should get too close to them."
Jeffy had given up at this point on trying to win his mother back
over to his side. He ran off to his bedroom crying. While he lay down on
his bed face down, his mother came in to gather up his underpants. She
could sense a fresh poop odor while she was in his room. She then pulled
back his shorts and looked down inside of them. She could see his dirty
underpants and smell them more strongly. She tossed one pair to him and
told him to go clean himself up and hand her his dirty pair when he was
done.
While Jeffy was in the bathroom cleaning himself up, he thought
about his original mission to get his mother to put him into diapers. He
thought about what Marvin had told him. He figured there was no point in
not messing his pants anymore since he only said this in hopes of still
getting to invite Max over. He figured he was up against the worst-case
scenario that he had anticipated, which was to have his underpants
confiscated by his mother, who would only give him one pair at a time.
After mulling over this setback, Jeffy was now more determined and
motivated than ever to get put into diapers.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 97
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After the three-day weekend, it was back to school for everyone.
Tommy and Marvin had plenty to tell each other about their experiences
over the weekend. They got together at lunch with Carl, Mitchell and
Ryan and told them all about what had happened after they had finished
eating and were outside, away from the other students where they could
talk freely about diapers.
Marvin talked about Jeffy getting put into some "real" diapers and
how much he enjoyed wearing them, and how he was going to go all out and
start having enough non-accidents at home to convince his mother to put
him into real diapers. Tommy was very excited to hear this.
Marvin also talked about how they went back up to the old C.R.I.B.
compound and found some diapers that were left behind by one of the
mothers who had fled the place with her kids when the other boys escaped
with their sister.
"These diapers are almost a foot thick!" Marvin said as he held
his hands apart by such a distance. "I am not kidding you!"
"Did you try wearing them?" Carl asked.
"Oh yeah, you can't even walk in them!" They can even be locked on
with a padlock!"
"What did Heidi think of them?" Tommy asked.
"She was a little disappointed that she doesn't make the 'World's
Thickest Diaper' anymore," Marvin said.
"Is she gonna start making hers that thick?" Ryan asked.
"She might make some just for shits and giggles, but she isn't
going to be selling any. She does plan to make some that can be locked
on like these, though."
"Can I can come over after school and see these diapers?" Tommy
asked.
"Sure, I think you can," Marvin said. "How about you Carl,
Mitchell?"
"We can't, we have to go straight home and do homework."
"Me, too," Ryan said.
"You'll see them at me and Max's birthday party this weekend," he
said. "You guys are coming to that, aren't you?"
"Of course we are," Mitchell said. "I can't wait to see those
diapers you were talking about!"
"See them? I might even have Heidi put them on you guys so you'll
see�and feel-- what they're like!"
Marvin also talked about the photographs, the journal, and the
videotape that they found along with the incredibly thick diapers.
"I'll scan the good pics and send them to you guys," Marvin said
to Carl and Mitchell. "If I have time, I'll copy some of the journal
entries and send them to you, too."
Tommy barely had time to tell the other boys about his own
experiences over the weekend, so Marvin promised to give Tommy the
"floor" so he could tell his story to the group tomorrow. Marvin, Tommy
and Ryan only had about ten minutes left in the lunch period and all
three of them were in need of diaper changes. They split off from Carl
and Mitchell and they hurried to the nurse's office, but on their way
they were stopped by Tim.
"Hey, it's the Diaper Boys!" Tim said, shouting loudly, drawing
the attention of several students nearby. Right behind Tim was Karen,
who didn't seem to approve of her supposed boyfriend's behavior.
"Tommy told me why he wears diapers, and it's nothing to make fun
of him about," Karen said.
"Oh, so you're taking the diaper boys' side now, Karen?" Tim said,
looking annoyed.
"I'm not taking sides, Tim," Karen said. "I'm just telling you
that so that you'll understand."
"Really?" Tim said. "And why did Tommy tell you all this?"
"I asked him, and I was polite about it, and he seemed to trust me
enough to tell me. Is that a good enough reason?"
Karen could see a venomous, jealous look in Tim's eyes.
"Tommy's just a friend," Karen tried to assure him. "Okay? Just a
friend!"
"Yeah, I've heard that one before," Tim said.
"Aww, come on, grow up, Tim!" Karen said as she walked away from
Tim and then joined Judy and another friend of hers. The girls all
sneered at him.
Tim ran off and went after Karen and her friends in hopes of
preventing a break-up with her. This got him out of the path of Tommy,
Marvin and Ryan, who were now running to get to the nurse's office as
only five minutes now remained. As luck would have it, the room was
occupied with some other kids who were in there changing themselves. The
nurse could see that the three boys would be late by the time it was
their turn.
"I'll write you all a note, boys," the nurse said. "Go ahead and
take your time."
The two kids who came out appeared to be ninth graders as they
were two older-looking boys. Tommy, Marvin and Ryan didn't recognize
either of them. Marvin, being the fastest and the most experienced of
the three, changed Tommy's diaper for him and then he changed Ryan's.
They both left for their classes as Marvin stayed to change his own
diaper. About five minutes after math class had started, Marvin came
scurrying into the room and he took his seat.
"Did your Mommy show up late to change your didees?" one kid asked
Marvin. Marvin just ignored him and cracked open his math book. The
teacher warned the offending student very tersely.
P.E. class went about the same as it had been so far. Tommy,
Marvin and the other diapered boys all endured teasing from the other
kids. There was only so much that the coach could do to keep the other
kids from teasing the boys who wore diapers. The twin boys, Ben and
Billy, were getting teased the most, mainly since they both stank
strongly of poopy diapers. The coach excused them from the rest of the
class so that they could change.
"Hey, Marvin!, Tommy!" one kid shouted. "Do us a favor, since you
guys all suck at playing soccer. Why you don't you guys poop your
diapers so that the coach will let you out of class, too! Then our team
might win!"
"Just ignore them," Marvin told Tommy. "It's all you can do."
During the rest of the class, the class performed an exercise in
which the students split into groups of five. Tommy, Marvin and Ryan
teamed up with Billy and Ben. While waiting for their turn to do their
assigned activity, the five boys talked and got to know a little more
about each other, though they didn't have much of a chance to share the
details about why they all wear diapers. They talked some more in the
locker room and looked forward to getting together sometime outside of
school. Marvin thought about inviting them to his and Max's birthday
party.
Tommy was feeling pretty good about the day and enjoying the fact
that another school day was behind him. Tommy's spirits were running
pretty high until, on his way to the bus, he bumped into Tim again. Tim
was alone, and most of the kids had emptied out of the annex hallway
that they were in. Tim grabbed Tommy by his shirt and held him up
against the lockers.
"Listen diaper doofus, are you trying to take away my girl?"
"No," Tommy said, shaking nervously. "I just talk to her in
class."
"Well, thanks to you, shit-pants, she's not talking to me!"
"That's her choice," Tommy said.
"No it isn't, punk!" Tim said as he became more aggressive and
acted like he was about to hit Tommy. "She belongs to me, she talks to
me, not you!"
"We're just friends, all right?" Tommy said as his voice cracked,
hoping Tim wouldn't strike him in the face.
"Listen, you four-eyed Pampers-prick, I even see you talking to
her, if she tells me you're talking to her, if one of her friends says
you were talking to her, I'll make you eat your diapers and all the shit
and piss that's in 'em, too!"
Tommy was quite shaken as he was finally let go by the enraged
bully, who went on his way to after-school football practice. Tommy ran
to the bus and just caught it as the driver had shut the door and began
to drive away.
"What happened to you?" Marvin asked Tommy, seeing that Tommy's
shirt was loose and stretched.
"That jerk Tim!" Tommy said, nearly crying. "He thinks I'm the one
that made his girlfriend mad at him."
"Well, in a way, you are," Marvin said, "but that's his problem if
he can't deal with you talking to Karen," Marvin said. "Just give it
time, she'll break up with him, and maybe she'll even date you instead."
"I don't know," Tommy said. "I'm afraid of Tim, he's bigger than
me."
"He'll get it sooner or later, what goes around comes around,"
Marvin said to trying comforting Tommy.
"How's Judy doing?" Tommy asked Marvin.
"She's okay," Marvin said. "I don't know if she wants to go out
with me or what. She says she wants to change my diapers sometime,
though."
"Ooh, that sounds serious," Tommy said. "I think about Karen
changing me, and Judy changing me, too," Tommy said. "I mean, I like it
when Nancy does it, and Heidi, and Lani, too. But Nancy's my sister, you
know, and I think of Heidi as a sister, and Lani sort of falls into that
category, too, so there's only so much you can think about when it's
them changing your diapers."
"I know what you mean," Marvin said. "Nancy's too young to think
about doing those things with, of course, but I gotta admit, I think
about Lani doing more than just changing my diapers," Marvin smiled.
When Marvin and Tommy arrived at Marvin's house, Tommy stripped
down to just his diaper and his shirt as did Marvin, who was then
changed into his cloth diapers by Heidi. She then asked Tommy if he
planned on staying for very long.
"I think I can stick around," Tommy said. "I don't have to do too
much homework, and I can do it here with Marvin," he said. "Let me call
my Mommy," he said.
"Maybe you can stay for dinner," Heidi said to Tommy. "I'm sure my
Mommy won't mind, let me ask her before you call."
"Can I see those really thick diapers?" Tommy asked Heidi.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure Marvin's told you about those by now. You wanna
try one on?" she asked him.
"Yeah, I wanna see what it's like," Tommy said.
"It's really big and thick, trust me," Marvin said. "Even the
diapers Heidi makes aren't like these, if that gives you any idea,"
Marvin said.
"They must be really, really big and thick then," Tommy said.
"Well, whatcha waitin' for?" Heidi said as she playfully patted
Tommy's disposable diaper from behind.
"I felt poo poo in there!" Heidi said as she followed Tommy up the
stairs to Marvin's and Max's bedroom. Marvin went up with him to see
Tommy's reaction to seeing the enormous diaper and to watch Heidi lock
the diaper onto him.
Heidi was hoping that Tommy could at least stay for the afternoon
so that he could wear the super thick diaper for awhile. She took off
Tommy's drenched and messy disposable diaper and cleaned him up. She
then brought out one of the massive diapers. Tommy couldn't believe his
eyes. He was shocked.
"Whoa!" he said. "Is that a diaper?"
"It sure is," she said. She handed it to Tommy so that he could
look at it and feel it. He ran his hands over the super thick, solid
bulk of the countless layers of material in the center. He figured that
the diaper must have weighed at least nine or ten pounds by itself, to
say nothing of its weight after full usage.
"You still wanna wear it?" Heidi asked Tommy. Seeing that his
hard-on was so big, she knew that he was very excited about wearing the
enormously bulky diaper. Tommy told her to put it on him. She powdered
him up and told Tommy to get ready.
Tommy had to lift his butt up very high in order for Heidi to get
the diaper underneath him. He sat his rear end back down, barely
dropping by just a few inches as he was sitting on the diaper. He felt
his body elevated so high from the surface of the changing table. He
watched Heidi draw up the sides of the diaper. and then, with a padlock
and a key in her hand, Tommy asked Heidi what it was for.
"This is how these diapers fasten on," she said as she stuck the
lock into the tabs and clicked it shut. She proceeded with locking the
other side of his diaper, and then adding a second lock to each side.
She then put the keys into her pocket. Heidi then pulled the huge
plastic pants up over the diapers and then she waited to see if Tommy
could get himself down from the changing table. The diaper kept his legs
spread nearly all the way. Tommy could sit himself back up as he rolled
forward, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hop off of the table, so
Heidi helped him down.
"I can't walk in these diapers," Tommy said as he crawled on the
floor, barely able to even do this.
"You're not supposed to be able to walk in them," Heidi said. "I
don't think you're even supposed to crawl in them. Just wait until you
see the video we found."
A few minutes later, after Heidi had helped Tommy get down the
stairs, he was seated in front of the TV next to Marvin to watch the
video. Heidi started the tape and skipped the spanking scenes, knowing
that Tommy would be very disturbed to watch them. Even in fast forward
mode, Tommy covered his eyes as the paddle appeared to strike a boy's
behind very rapidly and turning it redder with each strike. Marvin
noticed the color shift in the skin as the paddle kept striking.
"Okay, you can look now," Heidi said once the spanking scene was
finished. She had turned the sound down so that the loud crying sounds
on the video wouldn't bother Tommy. He watched as the boy's sister kept
adding one diaper on top of another, much like how Heidi had diapered
her brothers and other boys, though it was clear from the video that the
boy was not enjoying it. Heidi turned up the sound to listen to the
girl's comments.
"You bad little boy!" she kept repeating over and over, still
spanking him, even with diapers on. "You don't fight with me when I
diaper you!"
Heidi skipped ahead through some more spanking scenes and got to
the part of the video that took place within the C.R.I.B. compound.
Tommy recognized the cribs and the dreary atmosphere of the shacks in
which the boys were detained. He watched as chains were shackled in
place around the boys' ankles and wrists.
Towards the end of the video, there was a scene that showed the
super thick diapers being used on both of the boys. Their sister was
shown putting the locks in their diapers and then putting plastic pants
over them. Neither of the boys could move their legs very much as the
diapers kept their legs widely spread apart, just like what Tommy was
wearing. Their legs were far apart enough to allow them to be shackled
into their cribs. Tommy was just glad that this wasn't happening to him.
The diaper itself was quite a lot to endure by itself. He could only
imagine how it felt and smelled once it was full a couple days' worth of
pee and poop.
A time lapse scene then followed and it showed that the boys were
virtually incapable of movement during the whole time. The time lapse
showed eight hours within 4 minutes. The sun had gone down and the scene
was dark for awhile before sunrise lit the small shack again. The boys
still showed no signs of movement as the day was shown progressing.
Tommy couldn't believe all the things that these boys were
subjected to. Marvin showed him the journal and the photographs, from
which Heidi had removed the spanking pictures for Tommy's sake.
"Be ready to look at more stuff like this in court," Marvin warned
Tommy.
Heidi then got up and went into the diaper room to ask her mother
about having Tommy stay for dinner with them.
"Sure, if he can stay, that's fine. Just as long as he and Marvin
get their homework done. Listen, honey, I need to run to the bank, can
you catch the phone if it rings?"
"Sure," Heidi said. Though Tommy's going to need to call his..."
At that moment, the phone rang.
"Well, speak of the devil!" her mother said on her way out the
door. "I'll be right back."
Heidi looked at the caller I.D. display box and she didn't
recognize the name or the phone number, which was from out of state. She
picked up the phone and answered it anyway.
"Yes, is this 'Deidi's by Heidi?'" the caller asked. She sounded
like a woman in her mid to late thirties.
"Yes it is ma'am," Heidi said, using a friendly, business-like
voice.
"Who am I talking to?" the caller asked.
"This is Heidi," she said.
"Oh really? Just the one I want to talk to!" the lady said.
"How can I help you?" Heidi asked.
Well, I just wanted to let you know that I don't approve of your
business!" the caller complained.
This unfriendly comment took Heidi by complete surprise. She
wasn't the least bit prepared to deal with this sort of call. She paused
for a moment.
"Hello?" the lady on the other end said.
"Okay," Heidi said. "What seems to be the problem?"
"I just caught my son wearing a diaper," the lady said, "so I
asked him about it, and he showed me several more that he ordered-- six
of them, as a matter of fact. He spent his entire savings on them! He's
even used them, how disgusting! I asked him where he got the diapers,
and he says he ordered them from you."
"Well, I do run a diaper-making business," Heidi said. "Your son
could have placed an order as anyone is welcome to order diapers."
"I don't like the idea behind the products you are selling!" the
lady yelled. She wouldn't let Heidi get in a word edgewise, so Heidi had
to stand there and listen to the lady bitch about Heidi promoting
diapers for older kids and selling them.
"You're making it sound like older kids should start wearing
diapers! What do you think toilet training is for? Are you trying to
tell people to let their kids act like babies? What's next, cribs and
pacifiers?"
"If there is a demand, sure," Heidi said. "A lot of kids need to
wear diapers as a medical condition, but your son enjoys wearing them,
and there are a lot of other children like him."
"Well, I don't approve of it, and any parent who does needs her
head examined!" the lady continued ranting.
"Well, that's your opinion, ma'am, but my brothers both NEED to
wear diapers," Heidi said. "While many people may look down on older
kids wearing diapers, they don't have much of a choice, do they?"
"From what I saw on your web page, it looks like they enjoy
wearing them, this is so sick and perverted, I can't believe that anyone
would do this sort of thing!" the lady bellowed some more.
"Well, if you don't like it, you don't have to look," Heidi said
as her friendliness faded and she became more defensive and irritated at
this lady's displeasure. "If you don't want your son wearing diapers,
then by all means, take them away from him. But I warn you, in my
experience, the forbidden fruit is the most delicious and desirable."
And your point is..." the lady prompted Heidi.
"My point is that your son will just want to wear them more,"
Heidi stated in a very objective tone.
"I'll make sure every parent out there knows about this!"
"Good, maybe it will bring me extra business," Heidi said.
"I don't think so, Heidi," The lady said. Heidi resented the way
her name was used in this conversation. She wanted to hang up on this
lady, but continued to listen in spite of her insulted feelings.
"People like you who corrupt our children and suggest they do
these things are ruining today's youth!" the lady said, as if to be on
her soapbox.
"Well, since I'm a youth myself, then it looks like I corrupt
myself then," Heidi said. "You seem to be treating this matter as if I'm
a drug pusher or something."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you are!" the lady said.
"Well, for your information, ma'am, I'm not!" Heidi said in a more
agitated tone.
"Don't get testy with me, young lady!" the enraged caller shouted.
"What do you want me to do?" Heidi asked the lady, desperate to
get rid of her.
"I'm sending these filthy, disgusting diapers back to you!" she
said. "And I demand a refund! I also want to be reimbursed for this
phone call! Why don't you have an 800 number?"
"We'll be getting one soon," Heidi said. "Has your son worn the
diapers?" she asked the lady.
"Yes, I told you he was wearing them! Weren't you listening to me,
young miss?"
"Yeah, to a point," Heidi said.
"I caught my son with the diapers when his room started to stink!"
the caller said. "It was the diapers that smelled! He peed in them and
pooped in them! They're filthy!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't take them back once they've been worn, and
used," Heidi said.
"Fine, I'll wash them!" the lady said.
"Sorry, but federal laws define diapers as undergarments, which
are non-returnable by law for health reasons," Heidi stated. "It clearly
states that on the invoice."
"I don't care, I'm sending them back today!" the lady said.
"Ma'am, you can't return them!" Heidi, having lost her patience,
yelled at the lady.
"Yes I can, and I will!" the lady shouted back at Heidi. "When I
get my phone bill, I send you a copy of that, too! I also want my
postage refunded for all this! I'll be expecting a check in the mail
from you soon! Have a nice day! [SLAM!]"
Heidi was nearly in tears when she hung up the phone. After she
gave herself a moment to calm down, she went out to the front room and
told Tommy he could stay for dinner. Marvin and Max, who had returned
home since then, could see that Heidi was upset. Max had told Marvin and
Marvin about the situation with Jeff.
"What's the matter, Heidi?" Marvin asked her.
"I just got a call from a lady who was bitching me out because her
son ordered diapers!" Heidi said as she gripped her tufts of long red
hair and held it up above her head. "She didn't want him to wear them,
and when she found out he got them from me, she yelled at me for selling
them."
"Wow," Marvin said. "So what happened?"
Heidi recited the conversation to the best of her recollection.
"So now she's sending them back to us anyway, after they've been
worn and used. I'll ask Mom what to do," Heidi said.
"I'm sorry to hear about this, Heidi," Marvin said. "It looks like
everybody's having a bad day today."
"What do you mean?" Heidi asked.
"Tommy nearly got beat up in school, and Max told us that Jeffy
can't come over anymore."
"Oh no, why not?" Heidi asked Max.
"His Mommy thinks our family's weird because me and Marvin wear
diapers, and that you change us."
"So, lots of families are like that," Heidi said.
"She thinks we're 'too friendly' of a family," Max said. "She
thinks we do things that most families don't do."
Heidi slapped her forehead and rolled her eyes and then grabbed
her hair again.
"What a bunch of shit," Heidi said. "It's not like we're
committing incest!"
"His Mommy thinks so," Max said. "And she thinks I'm a bad
influence on Jeffy, that I'm making Jeffy want to wear diapers."
"What is with people?" Heidi said in exasperation. "They think
wearing diapers is like doing drugs, like it's bad for their kids. I
suppose that means Jeffy won't get to come to you guys' birthday party
this weekend."
"Maybe," Max said. "I'm hoping his mother will change her mind."
"How do you plan to accomplish that?"
"Easy, Jeffy will just start peeing and pooping his pants at home
until his mother gets tired of it and puts him into diapers."
"Doesn't he do that already, in his underwear?" Heidi asked.
"He got his underwear taken away and his Mommy only lets him have
one pair at a time, so he's going to pee and poop his pants anyway."
"I hope his plan works," Heidi said. "I know you two make great
best friends."
Heidi could see that Tommy was getting uncomfortable with the
diaper he had on, so she asked him if he'd like her to take it off of
him. He told her that he wouldn't mind since he wanted to be able to at
least crawl, if not walk.
Heidi helped him up the stairs and up onto the changing table. She
asked Tommy about his run-in with a bully at school and Tommy told her
about it during his diaper change. She pulled off the plastic pants,
released the locks and took the huge diaper off. She noticed that Tommy
had wet in the diaper during the short time he had it on. She gave his
genitals a good wiping and then she gave them another skiff of powder.
Heidi then out Tommy into a dozen regular diapers and a Thickies diaper
on top of them, still making for a very thick set of diapers. At least
Tommy could walk in his diapers again, even if he had to waddle his way
back down the stairs.
Tommy finally called his mother at that time and asked her about
staying for dinner. She told him that he could have dinner with Marvin's
family, under the condition of doing his homework while he was there, of
course. She then invited Marvin to come over the following night for
dinner at their house, which she hadn't done in awhile. Max and Heidi
were also invited to join him that night. Tommy's mother figured that
the boys would be together most of the afternoon anyway since they were
to go to the men's store to be fitted for suits to wear in court for
their testimonies.
Rita returned from the bank and some other errands that she ran.
Heidi told her about the nasty phone call that she got stuck with after
her mother left, again reciting it as much as she could.
"If she sends them back, that's her loss, we don't have to send
her any refund since it is clearly stated on her invoice that we cannot
accept returns for this reason. I'm sorry I left on you and made you
deal with that caller."
"It's okay, Mom," Heidi said. "I'll come help you after I change
Max's diapers and finish my homework," Heidi offered as she left the
diaper room and took Max upstairs to his bedroom to diaper him up for
the evening. Max returned a few minutes later, waddling down the stairs
in very thick diapers. Heidi then got going on her homework.
Marvin and Max decided to show Tommy the building out in the back
yard that was being constructed to house the diaper-making business
since the workers had gone home for the day. Marvin and Max led Tommy
out there and showed him around. Marvin noticed that a light switch had
been installed by the door. He flipped it on to see if it worked.
"Wow! We have light in here!" he said as his voice echoed
throughout the empty structure that smelled of fresh paint.
"Just some carpet needs to be put in, and then I think it'll be
done!" Marvin said. "We're gonna have our birthday party in here before
our Mommy and Heidi move everything over from the house! We're gonna
have a big slumber party in the storage room in back," Marvin said as he
led Tommy to the back of the structure.
The boys played around for a couple minutes, playfully wrestling
and tumbling around in the wide open room, getting their diapers dirty,
that is, on the outside, as their rear ends and their shirts were
getting covered with sawdust and other residue that had accumulated on
the floor.
Suddenly, one of the workers came back into the building, catching
the boys by surprise as they were in just their diapers. He went to the
back room where the boys had been playing. He looked at them and said,
"excuse me boys, I just forgot to grab my toolbox."
As the man picked up his toolbox, he looked at the three boys
sitting on the floor, each of them with thick diapers bulging out from
their crotches. The man knew that the boys were embarrassed by having
just their diapers and shirts on in front of him.
"Relax, kids," he said. "You ain't the only ones I've seen in
diapers past the age of four. Have a good day."
Tommy, Marvin and Max then went back into the house and they each
worked diligently on their schoolwork before Roger came home. At that
time, dinner was ready to be served.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 98
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Jeffy was very disappointed about the way his mother was acting
towards Max and his family. He didn't like having to tell Max that they
were only allowed to see each other at school now. Jeffy had been
invited to go to the birthday party that Max and Marvin would be
celebrating at the same time. Jeffy hoped that by the end of the week
his mother would have a change of heart towards Max.
To make matters worse, Jeffy had found out upon getting home that
his mother had lost her job, which only made things even more tense and
uneasy.
"Did you see Max at school today?" Jeffy's mother asked him.
"Yeah, of course I did," Jeffy said.
"He didn't talk to you about wearing diapers, did he?"
"Yeah, he always talks about his diapers, what does it matter?"
"I just want to make sure he isn't trying to influence you."
"Oh, mom!" Jeffy grumbled.
"Jeffy, I have NOT had a good day! The boss let me go and he
refused to tell me why, so I am not in the mood for any backtalk!"
Jeffy went back into his bedroom and tried doing his homework
while lying on the bed. About an hour later he felt himself needing to
go to the bathroom. Judging by the situation his mother was in, he knew
that this was an especially bad time to try peeing or pooping in his
pants.
Suddenly it occurred to Jeffy that he still had a disposable
diaper stashed away underneath his mattress. He leaped up from his bed
and closed the door and barricaded it so Danny wouldn't come barging in
as he often did at the worst times.
He pulled his pants down and then his underwear. His penis was
sticking straight out as he anticipated wearing the diaper. He lifted
his mattress and pulled the diaper out. He couldn't wait to put it on.
He unfolded it and set it on the bed. He then sat down on it and pulled
the sides up. He tried to tape it up the best he could. But he wasn't
able to get it on as tightly if someone were to help him. He figured
he'd settle for what he had at the moment. He stood back up and felt the
thick, soft diaper surrounding him.
Jeffy wanted to get his full enjoyment out of wearing the diaper
by only having it on without his pants over it. He knew that with his
mother, plus Kim and Danny home, this wasn't a good idea, so he
reluctantly put his pants back on and resumed his homework. About ten
minutes later his mother hollered for him.
"What do you want, Mom?" Jeffy asked as he came out from his room.
"I'm going out to do some more job searching," his mother said.
"Kim's coming with me, you stay here so Danny won't be home alone when
he comes back."
"Yyyyeeeess!!!" Jeffy thought to himself as he realized he would
have some time alone in the house to enjoy his diaper and going
pantsless around the house to enjoy it.
"Don't bother looking for your underwear while we're gone; you'll
never find it," his mother told him.
"I don't need it anyway," Jeffy thought to himself. "At least not
for now."
"We won't be gone long," his mother said as she and Kim left.
Danny stood at the window at the front of the trailer and masked
himself from view by hiding behind the curtains. He watched the car
drive away, just to make sure they were completely gone. Jeffy then ran
to the front door and locked it, then the back.
Jeffy then jumped out of his pants and tossed them aside. He
danced around the living room, feeling the cool breeze against his bare
legs. He stood up on the couch and looked at himself in the large mirror
that spanned an entire wall of the living room. He enjoyed the way the
diaper looked on him. He turned around and looked at his butt and then
tried to look at his crotch by sitting on the top of the couch.
By this time, Jeffy was more excited than ever about wearing the
diaper and using it. He wasn't sure how long it would be before either
his Mom and his sister, or Danny, would return home, so he had to act
quickly. He sat down on the couch and spread his legs apart. He ran his
hands over his crotch and his rear end to feel the diaper's thickness
and softness.
Jeffy knew that once he peed and pooped in the diaper, that would
be it until he could sneak another one from Max. He figured he was on
limited time, anyway, and he wouldn't be able to wear the diaper and
enjoy being in it without also having to wear his pants.
Jeffy prepared himself for dumping into his diaper. He let himself
relax and then, with one forceful grunt, he loaded his diaper and began
to smell it. He enjoyed the rich aroma of his bowel movement, but he
hoped that it the odor would dissipate by the time somebody had gotten
home. He wet the diaper at the same time. He looked down at the front of
it, watching the yellow stripes turn to green. As he had a full bladder,
he was able to wet the diaper enough to watch it expand and to see the
front turn to a yellow tint. He envied Marvin and Max for being able to
enjoy this sort of feeling every day and in the presence of their
family.
Jeffy sat on the couch and flipped through the channels, seeing
that the afternoon cartoons were over with. Having no cable television,
this limited his viewing choices greatly. Seeing that nothing was on, he
turned the TV off.
Jeffy thought about his mother's instant camera and thought that
he should use the opportunity to snap a picture of himself in his
diaper. He figured she wouldn't miss one exposure, and she didn't use it
very often. Jeffy then walked around the house, feeling his loaded
diaper weighing down in the rear. He found the camera in the hall closet
and then thought about how he could get a picture of himself.
"The mirrored wall!" Jeffy thought to himself. He stood up on the
couch and held the camera in front of his chest to take a picture of the
mirror, which reflected Jeffy standing on the couch wearing a wet and
soiled diaper.
He took the picture and watched it come out of the camera. He
thought that he should get a rear shot while was at it. This time, he
turned around and held the camera to his side as he tried to snap the
picture. This proved to be too awkward, so he ended up bending over and
holding the camera underneath him as he looked between his legs.
"This will make a better picture of my diapered butt anyway!"
Jeffy said to himself. He snapped the picture, removed the photograph
and set it next to the other one on the coffee table. He put the camera
away and sat back down on the couch, watching the images materialize as
they instantly developed.
The flash got in the way of the first picture as it was also
reflected in the mirror, obscuring his face. The second picture turned
out better, though his face wasn't visible from the position he was
standing in. In spite of these imperfections, Jeffy was very satisfied
with how the pictures turned out. He ran the photos into his room and
put them between the mattresses of his bed.
At this time Jeffy was starting to get nervous about somebody
coming home on him, so he got up and went into the bathroom. He took the
diaper off and watched it drop to the floor. A solid layer of poop
covered the entire backside of the diaper as well as his own backside.
He needed to clean up, and clean up fast as he was racing against time,
uncertain of how much of it he would have.
Jeffy took off his shirt and then jumped into the shower just long
enough to rinse off his behind. He let the water continue to run as he
wanted it to cleanse the bottom of the tub so that nobody would see the
fecal residue.
Suddenly, Jeffy heard somebody knocking at the door.
"Ahh, shit!" Jeffy thought. He picked up the diaper and quickly
ran it to the kitchen trash, which was full. He just needed to get it
out of sight for the time being. A quick glance out the window confirmed
that his mother and his sister had not yet returned.
The knocking continued.
"Is anybody home?!" rang the voice. It was Danny.
"Damn it!" Jeffy thought. "At least he thinks nobody's home."
Jeffy then picked up his pants from the living room floor, ran
back to his bedroom and put his underwear back on. He then pulled his
pants up as he came running out of his room. He went to the front door
and opened it, only to see that Danny was not there. He had gone to the
back door and was knocking on it. Jeffy then let him in.
"I'm telling on you for locking me out!" Danny said.
"Sorry, I was uh...busy," Jeffy said.
"Doing what?" Danny asked Jeffy.
"I was on the phone," Jeffy said as he quickly thought up an
excuse..
"Who were you talking to?" Danny asked with the curiosity that was
typical of a seven-year-old.
"Uhhh, it was Max," Jeffy answered.
"I'm telling Mom you were talking to Max!" Danny said.
"She only said he couldn't come over, but she didn't say anything
about calling him!"
Danny then went back into the bedroom. Jeffy needed to hurry and
get the soiled diaper out of the house at once. He figured since the
trash was full, he might as well carry it outside, mainly so his mother
or someone else wouldn't take it out later on and possibly smell the
dirty diaper in the big garbage can.
"Since when do you take the trash out without Mom telling you to?"
Danny said to Jeffy.
"Since when do YOU do it?" Jeffy came back with such a snappy
rejoinder.
"You're just trying to be nice so Mom will let you see Max again,
right?"
"No, Mom would have told me to take it out anyway, so I'm just
doing it now!" Jeffy said.
"I'm still gonna tell her that you locked me out!" Danny said.
"Good! Go ahead! I'll tell her that I didn't want you in the house
being such a brat like you always are!" Jeffy said to Danny as he went
out the door to drop the trash in the large garbage container.
Jeffy's mother came home a few minutes later. Danny came up to her
first thing to tattle on Jeffy.
"Jeffy locked me out of the house again!" Danny told his mother.
"Jeffy, did you?" his mother looked at him sternly.
"Yes, I did," Jeffy said.
"And he said he was talking to Max on the phone!"
"I don't want you even calling Max, okay?" his mother said.
"See?" Danny said. "Now she's said that you can't call Max!"
"Being on the phone is no excuse, Jeffy," his mother said.
"Well, I knew he was going to be a brat!" Jeffy said.
"Because YOU locked him out of the house! He may not have been a,
ahem, 'brat', had you let him in!"
"Why do *I* always get in trouble around here!" Jeffy shouted,
feeling frustrated at how the situation was turning against him.
"Jeffy, you aren't the only one, Danny gets in just as much
trouble as you do, and I'm getting tired of it!"
"I don't get in trouble!" Kim said as she danced around, boasting
about her assumed superiority. "I'm older, and I'm a girl! And you know
what? I get to--"
"Kim," her mother interrupted them. "Let me tell them, okay?"
"Okay," Kim said as she sat down in the recliner.
"Tell us what?" Jeffy asked.
"Sit down kids," she said as she told Jeffy and Danny to sit on
the couch. She stood in the middle of the living room and explained her
current working situation.
"I got a job tonight," she said, explaining that she would be
working as a clerk in a department store.
"I took the swing shift. It was what they were looking for, and it
pays more."
"What's a swing shift?" Danny asked.
"I'm working 3:00 to midnight, five nights a week, and my nights
off will vary. So, what this means is that when you boys get home from
school, I won't be here, so Kim is going to be in charge."
"Aww!" Jeffy and Danny both whined. Kim gave them a fiendish smile
and gestured, as if to be saying "Ha! Ha!"
"I want you two to behave and be nice to your sister. Kim, that
goes for you, too, we talked about it on the way home."
"Does that mean she has to make dinner, too?" Jeffy asked.
"Yes," their mother said.
"Ewww!" Danny said. "If Kim cooks it, I ain't eating it!"
"Danny!" his mother scolded him. "Your sister can cook just fine!"
"Yeah, Danny, just for that, I just might make the worst-tasting
stuff that I can come up and I'll *make* you eat it!"
"That shouldn't be hard to do," Danny mumbled.
"What?" his mother asked him.
"Nothing!" Danny said back.
"The point is, I just want you boys to respect your sister. She's
promised to be nice to you guys, as long as you guys are nice to her,
can we agree on this?"
"Yes," Jeffy said.
"Uh huh," Danny said.
"I want a 'yes,' Danny," his mother said.
"Yes," Danny said.
"When do you start?" Jeffy asked.
"Tomorrow night, I'll be on each night through Friday and then
I'll have Saturday off this week. They don't have anyone to do any
training that night, or I'd work it, too."
Jeffy went back to his room, thinking of what new possibilities
this opportunity could introduce for him. He figured that he could more
easily get away with wetting and messing his pants with only Kim ruling
the roost, so he was looking forward to his mother being gone on most
nights. Now it was just a matter of getting Kim to persuade his mother
to put him into diapers, since she had already once mentioned this. He
figured a few soiled, stinky pairs of pants would annoy her enough to at
least give him his underwear back and make him wear it like a diaper as
he had been doing before. Moreover, it might also mean that he could
start seeing Max after school again since both of them would be in
diapers anyway.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 99
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When Jeffy met up with Max in school during recess the next day,
Jeffy told him what he had done at home the previous afternoon while he
had the house to himself. Max was very excited to hear Jeffy's story
about dancing around the living room in his diaper and taking pictures
of himself wearing it, and most of all, peeing and pooping in the
diaper. Jeffy also told Max about the latest developments that had been
taking place with how his Mom would be working nights, leaving Kim in
charge.
"So what does this mean now?" Max asked Jeffy.
"I think it means that I can get my diapers back since Kim said I
should be wearing them for my accidents, anyway, instead of going in my
underwear."
"But what if she knows that you're doing it on purpose?" Max asked
Jeffy.
"Well, if I know Kim, she won't put up with me peeing and pooping
in my pants and getting the furniture and the floor wet and smelly."
"So she'll just tell your Mommy, then what?" Max asked.
"I know Kim will like tattling on me about it, and she will." I'm
counting on it.
"I just hope you can come to the party on Saturday," Max said.
"Does your Mommy work that night?"
"Nope, she has it off," Jeffy said.
"Damn, I was hoping you could just sneak over for a few minutes or
something," Max said. "You don't always have to tell Kim where you're
going, do you?"
"I don't know. I'll see how things go this week. If I can get away
with telling her I'm going on a bike ride, then I might sneak over some
time, maybe tonight."
"I'll be at Tommy's house tonight, we're invited for dinner there,
me, Max and Heidi. He actually lives closer to you than me, so maybe you
can just stop by for a second. After all, your Mommy didn't say you
couldn't go to other people's houses."
"That's true," Jeffy said. "Then I'll get to meet Tommy, he sounds
nice."
"I'll bring an extra diaper with me and give it to you, as long as
you show up, of course," Max said.
"That'd be great!" Jeffy said. The bell rang shortly afterwards
and the two boys each returned to their separate classrooms.
Over at the junior high school, Tommy was feeling very nervous
about running into Tim again that day. He and Karen talked briefly
before their Life Science class started. Tommy asked her what she
thought of Tim after yesterday's episode.
"He's been a real jerk lately," Karen said.
"Oh?" Tommy replied.
"Yeah, he thinks being on the football team is so cool, and he
thinks that lifting weights is going to impress me. I don't care how
strong he is or what he can lift, it's his attitude and the way he
treats me, and other people, is what I care about."
"So, are you gonna break up with him?" Tommy asked Karen. Tommy
indicated his awkward feelings as he delivered his question.
"I don't know. He's real nice when we're alone, but he shows off
in front of other people."
"He almost beat me up in the hallway yesterday," Tommy said. "It
was after school, he was on his way to football practice, I think, and I
was going to the bus."
"Oh, God!" Karen sighed in disgust. "What happened?"
Tommy lowered his voice to almost a whisper.
"He called me a four-eyed Pampers-prick and said that if I talk to
you he's gonna make me eat my diapers."
"Don't worry about him. I think I'll tell him off today for what
he did to you."
"No! Don't tell him!" Tommy pleaded.
"Why not? I'm the one that's breaking up with him."
"He'll still beat me up and blame me for you breaking up with
him."
"It's not just you, Tommy, he's just being a jerk, period. Just go
a different way to your bus if you're afraid of running into him again."
When Tommy met up with Marvin and the other boys at lunch, they
talked about the many things that had been going on during the week--
Jeffy's problems with getting to see Max after school, Tommy's problems
with Tim, the court appearance they had to make the next day, Heidi's
experience on the phone with an angry mother for selling diapers to her
son. Carl and Mitchell also reported having problems with their former
cohort Rick, who had also been harassing them.
"This whole week sucks so far," Marvin said. "I just hope mine and
Max's birthday will go better than this."
Tommy looked over at another table and he saw Karen and Tim
arguing. From what Tommy could see, Tim was being very persistent,
pleading Karen not to break up with her. Before Karen made her final
exit, she slapped Tim in the face. This drew some applause from the
other kids who had witnessed it.
"I'm worried now," Tommy said. "Now I know Tim's gonna come after
me!"
"Well, then do we sit here for the rest of lunch or what?"
Mitchell said.
"I need to go to the, you know, the 'bathroom,'" Tommy said.
"So do I," Marvin said. He and Tommy both smelled of poop.
"I'm okay," Ryan said. "Just a little wet," he added quietly.
"We'll go with you if you want us to," Carl said. "Strength in
numbers, you know."
Tommy and Marvin felt as if they had an entourage of bodyguards
protecting them from potential harm as the five boys left the cafeteria.
Tommy didn't see Tim anywhere, so he knew they wouldn't be followed from
that point. The school's rules didn't allow them to pass through the
hallways during lunch and they had to go outside and around to the front
of the building to go back in to get to the nurse's office.
Just as Tommy had feared, Tim came right up to him and he pushed
through the crowd of other boys around him. He then grabbed Tommy's
shoulder and then pushed him back up against the wall.
"I see your little bodyguards aren't doing their job too good!"
Tim said. "This time you're gonna get it!"
"You hit him, and you've got four witnesses against you," Marvin
boldly said to Tim.
"Oh really," Tim said back to Marvin. "And you think that's gonna
stop me?"
"Correction, five witnesses," Mitchell said. "Mr. Reese, the vice
principal, he's coming!"
"Don't give me that line of shit, dickwad!" Tim said as he again
shoved Tommy into the wall, this time more forcefully. It scared Tommy
enough to poop his diaper some more.
"Do something, guys!" Tommy pleaded.
"I think your friends are afraid to take me on," Tim said to
Tommy. "I mean, there's *four* of them, but they're just all diaper
dicks like you!"
"He's not kidding, Tim," Carl said. When Tim realized that Mr.
Reese was, in fact, approaching, he let go of Tommy and started to walk
off.
"Tim Nelson, how nice to see you!" Mr. Reese said as he approached
Tim. The vice principal's tall, broad build as well as his demeanor cast
a shadow over Tim. "We got to know each other quite well last year! May
I ask just what you are doing?"
"Uh, sir, I'm just talking to these, these nice kids, just want to
make them feel welcome, they're new here, you know."
"I'm keeping my eye on you, Nelson!" Mr. Reese said. "You don't
want kicked off the football team again, do you?"
"No sir," Tim said.
"I'd be on the straight and narrow from now on if I were you," Mr.
Reese said as he walked away.
"Tell you what, Tommy, I got a deal," Tim said.
"What?" Tommy asked, his voice reduced to hoarseness from complete
nervousness.
"You tell me your Dad's name, and I'll leave you alone the rest of
the year, I promise!"
Tommy couldn't figure out why Tim wanted to know this, but Tommy
went ahead and answered his question, anything to hopefully get Tim off
his back.
"His name's Alex," Tommy said, his voice cracking. "But him and my
Mommy, eh, er, Mom, are divorced."
"That's so sad, mine are divorced, too," Tim said insincerely. "So
you live with your Mom, then, right?"
"Uh huh," Tommy said.
"What's her name?" Tim asked.
"Ellen," Tommy replied.
"Olsen, right?" Tim asked.
"Uh yeah," Tommy replied.
"Well, nice talking to you Tommy Olsen, no hard feelings, right?"
Tim said as he walked away.
"Uh, no," Tommy said, now trembling like a leaf on a breezy autumn
day, such as the weather was becoming.
"You shouldn't have told him that!" Mitchell admonished Tommy.
"Why? He just asked me for my Daddy's name, and then my Mommy's.
He said he wouldn't bother me anymore if I told him."
"You know why he asked, didn't you?" Carl said.
"No, but I thought it was strange that he wanted to know," Tommy
said.
"He's gonna look up your Mom's name in the phone book and match it
with the Olsen listings. Then he'll find out where you live."
"It won't work," Tommy said. "Our number's unlisted."
"Yeah, and you know what's even funnier?" Marvin said with a bit
of a laugh.
"There is an Ellen Olsen listed, but it's not Tommy's house!"
"Whatever he's got planned, it's gonna backfire!" Carl said.
"He'll be barking up the wrong tree!" Marvin said with a loud
cackle. The five boys all did a high five, but refrained from doing the
"low two", being that they were in school.
"Let's go take care of these stinky diapers!" Marvin said.
"Yeah, really," Tommy said as his voice recovered. " I crapped
mine some more with Tim breathing in my face!" Tommy said. "I just can't
wait to hear about him going to the wrong house! I wonder what he's
gonna do?"
"Knowing him, probably set it on fire," Mitchell said.
"Either that, or spy," Marvin said.
After school, Marvin's mother picked up Tommy, Marvin and Ryan.
They then went straight to the elementary school to pick up Max. She was
going to take all the boys to the men's store to rent suits for them to
wear in the courtroom. When Max came out from the school and got into
the car he told everyone that that Jeffy might sneak in a quick visit at
Tommy's house. Tommy was looking forward to meeting this kid, perhaps
only this one time if Jeffy couldn't get back to seeing Max again.
A few minutes later Rita escorted the four boys into the men's
store. None of the boys felt very comfortable standing in such a store.
It was too quiet and the overall atmosphere was unstimulating at best.
Everything was so drab in color.
"Good afternoon," a well-dressed man greeted Rita.
"Hi, I need to rent four suits for these boys here."
"Okay, anything in particular that you're looking for?" the man
asked her.
"They just need them for a court appearance," Rita said. "They're
not the defendants," Rita added quickly with a small laugh. The salesman
politely acknowledged this remark with a nod and then proceeded to show
Rita and the boys some of the suits that were available. All four of the
boys became bored quickly and wanted out of the store as soon as
possible.
When it came time for the boys to be measured for their suits, all
of them became self-conscious upon realizing that they would have to be
fitted while wearing their diapers. The tailor detected that all four of
them had diapers on.
"Looks like we'd better go up a size on all of you," the tailor
said. After he recorded the measurements, he came back several minutes
later and told each of the boys to try their suits on, directing them to
the fitting rooms. As the store only had two rooms, Marvin and Max went
into one room and Tommy and Ryan went into the other.
"This suit had better fit," Tommy said as he sighed. "I want out
of this store."
"Me, too," Ryan said. Tommy overheard a similar conversation in
the next stall where Marvin and Max were trying on their suits.
"Since this is a rental suit, I hope my diapers won't leak on me,"
Marvin said.
"Yeah, maybe we should wear some plastic pants just in case," Max
said. Marvin agreed with this and he recommended it to Tommy and Ryan as
well.
Only Max had to go back for a second fitting since his suit was
too small. He had to go with a different style that was somewhat awkward
for him to put on. He needed some help getting the suit on, so his
mother went into the changing room with him.
The boys were very glad to leave the men's store. Ryan was dropped
off at his house, and then Marvin, Max and Tommy were all dropped off at
Tommy's house as Marvin and Max were to join Tommy and his family for
dinner.
After Jeffy had gotten off his bus, he decided to release the big
bowel movement that he had been holding since after lunch. He nearly
lost it in class, but he was able to "pull" it back in and keep his
bowels at bay.
As Jeffy walked home, he started grunting to force his bowel
movement out. Judging from the way it felt inside his body, he knew that
he would yield some hard, solid stools once he got them out. He was a
block away from his house. He looked around and didn't see any other
kids nearby, so he squatted down on the sidewalk and took a dump into
his pants. He felt the hard stools filling up in the back of his
underpants. The satisfying odor wafted up to his nose. He could only
imagine what Kim would say when she found out.
With a full load in his britches, Jeffy walked into his house. He
knew that he had burned his bridge and had to be careful about how he
handled the situation. He knew he'd have to ask Kim for a clean pair of
underwear. He didn't want to make it too obvious, so he decided to wait
until Kim detected his "accident."
Jeffy went about his ordinary after-school routine. He went to the
refrigerator and grabbed a can of soda. He grabbed a box of crackers and
went out to the living room. Kim then walked up to the TV and shut it
off.
"Hey!" Jeffy complained. "Turn it back on!"
"No, you need to do your homework first thing," Kim said.
"But Mom lets me watch cartoons first!" Jeffy said.
"Mom's not here, and she said that making sure you do your
homework is a priority."
"You said you were gonna be nice!"
"Yes, but I have to be responsible, too!" Kim said. "That means
doing what Mom tells me to do."
Kim then started sniffing the air. She could smell a foul odor
that could be none other than an indication that Jeffy crapped his pants
again.
"Did you just have another accident?" Kim asked him with a sigh.
"Yes," Jeffy said, feigning guilt, though his nervousness made it
so he didn't have to do a great deal of acting.
"Go change and clean up, then start on your homework," she said,
sighing again.
"Uh, I'm gonna need some underwear," Jeffy said.
"I'll toss a pair into the bathroom for you," Kim said.
Jeffy was hoping that Kim would react more strongly and insist or
at least suggest that he wear multiple pairs of underpants. He felt that
at least one more "accident" was in order. He cleaned himself up and
came out of the shower, seeing that Kim had furnished him a pair of
briefs, just one pair.
"Damn," Jeffy said. "I wish she had given me more. "Oh well, I'll
be getting a real diaper tonight, anyway," he thought.
Jeffy put his briefs and pants on and then went to the kitchen
table to do his homework as he had been told. He had quite a few lessons
to go through. He had consumed two cans of soda and then started
drinking ice water. An hour later, he needed to pee.
He figured that since Kim was so insistent that he do his
homework, he thought that this would give him the perfect excuse to wet
his pants instead of getting up and going to the toilet. Jeffy sat in
his chair for several minutes as he thought about what he was going to
do. He then let himself relax and then, he let the urine pour out of
him, He had only started to pee when he realized that his underpants
were completely soaked. His jeans were soaked all the way across the
front and his pants legs were also soaked. Pee was dripping out of the
bottom and onto the floor.
To get Kim's attention, he called for her to help him on a math
problem, even though he didn't really need her for this reason. When she
came over to him she immediately noticed that his pants were entirely
soaked.
"Jeffy!" Kim gasped and then scolded. "What is the meaning of
this?! You just peed your pants!"
"I was wanting to get my homework done and I didn't want to get up
and go to the bathroom," Jeffy explained.
"Look, just because Mom isn't here doesn't mean you can pull this
kind of crap with me! Now get out of that chair! Go change yourself!
Again!"
"Well, I need another pair..."
"Yes, I know!" Kim groaned as she wiped up the puddle that Jeffy
left behind. "Go in the bathroom and I'll bring you some more
*underwear!*"
Jeffy washed himself off again and waited for Kim to bring him
some more underwear. He watched her open the door, toss in a pair of
briefs and then slam it shut again.
"Dang, she still isn't getting the message," Jeffy thought to
himself. He put on his underwear and started to leave the bathroom. Then
an idea hit him.
Jeffy had heard from Max, after hearing it from Marvin, who had
been told by Tommy at school, about Tommy's cousin Kenny and his recent
ordeal with laxatives. Jeffy looked in the medicine cabinet, hoping to
find some laxatives so that he'd have a couple "real" accidents. Seeing
that there were none available, he shut the medicine cabinet and left
the bathroom.
"Damn!" Jeffy thought as he walked back to his bedroom. He was
down to just a clean pair of shorts, so he put these on. He saw that Kim
had already gone back into the bathroom to pick up his wet pants.
"What did you do with my pants?" Jeffy asked Kim.
"I put 'em away to show Mom!" Kim said. "She's gonna be so mad!"
Jeffy realized that it was getting to be time for him to head over
to Tommy's house.
"I'm going on a bike ride, Kim," Jeffy said.
"Don't be gone long, I'm gonna go find Danny and then start
supper," she said. "Isn't a little chilly to be wearing shorts?" she
asked him as it was a cool evening that hinted at the approaching autumn
season.
"It's all I have," Jeffy said.
"Who's fault is that?" Kim said to herself. "If you see Danny
before I do, tell him to come home!" Kim hollered at Jeffy as he took
off on his bike.
Jeffy rode his bike out of the trailer park and then he headed
down the road several blocks to turn into the neighborhood where Tommy
lived. He located Tommy's house and then went up to the door and rang
the doorbell. Nancy answered it.
"Hi," she said.
"Is Max here?" Jeffy asked.
"Yes he is, Jeffy," Nancy said, having recognized him from school.
"Come on in."
Jeffy walked into Tommy's house and was led into the kitchen. He
saw Tommy sitting at his highchair, donning a very thick stack of
diapers which were wedged solidly and tightly between his widely-spread
legs.. Marvin and Max were seated at the table, equally heavily
diapered. When they got up, they immediately revealed that they were
also only in their diapers, and diapered very heavily, as Jeffy had come
to expect.
Jeffy was introduced to Tommy and his mother.
"I can't stay long," Jeffy said.
"That's too bad," Tommy's mother said. "We could probably squeeze
you in for dinner."
"Thanks, but, my sister is expecting me back home soon," Jeffy
said.
"Oh well, maybe we can have you next time," Tommy's mother said.
"Thanks, I'll see if I can plan it with Max some time."
"We'd be glad to have you," Tommy's mother said.
Max got up and went over to the couch, where he had set down the
diaper that he brought with him to give to Jeffy. The new kitten,
Figaro, had made himself comfortable on top of the diaper.
"Sorry, Fig," Max said as he pulled the diaper out from underneath
the kitten. Max and Jeffy then each petted him for a moment and listened
to him purr and mew. Max then handed the diaper to Jeffy.
"Here you go!" Max said.
"Thanks, Max!" Jeffy said as he stuck the diaper up into his shirt
and stuck it beneath his armpit. He didn't want passersby to see him
carrying the diaper, and most of all, he didn't want to be seen with the
diaper when he got back home.
Seeing that Tommy was already seated in his high chair, Jeffy
didn't want to disturb him, so he asked to talk to Nancy instead.
"What do you want?" she asked him.
"Uh, this is gonna sound stupid, and I'm kind of embarrassed,
but..."
"You want to take one of Tommy's diapers, too?" Nancy said,
assuming that this was what Jeffy was wanting to ask.
"Well, yeah, if you could," Jeffy said.
"I would, but my Mom says the diapers are too expensive to loan
out," Nancy said.
"That's okay," Jeffy said. "Max gave me one of his. But, what I
wanted was, do you guys have any laxatives?"
"Sure," Nancy said. "I think I know what you want it for," she
said as she went into the bathroom and brought Jeffy two tablets. Jeffy
took them from her hand and swallowed them right away.
"Uhh, I was gonna tell you to take one, and then save the other
one for another time," Nancy said. "Too late for that now."
"Uh oh," Jeffy said. "So, what's gonna happen?" he asked her."
"You might want to stay home from school tomorrow," Nancy advised
him. "Either that, or I'd have plenty of diapers on hand."
"Oh God," Jeffy said.
"At least you'll be having some real accidents-- quite a few of
them-- and maybe you'll get your diapers back."
"So you know about all this?" Jeffy said to Nancy.
"Yeah, Tommy's told me all about it, Max and Marvin told me, too.
Well, I'd better get going, it sounds like Mom's got dinner ready."
"What are you having?" Jeffy asked.
"Pot roast, mashed potatoes, and cream corn," Nancy said.
"I'm probably just gonna have soup when I get home," Jeffy said.
"Hey, nothing wrong with soup," Nancy said.
"Well, I gotta get going, I'll see you tomorrow," Jeffy said to
Nancy.
"Nice meeting you all!" Jeffy then shouted as he headed back out
the door.
"Hope to see you again sometime!" Tommy said.
"Me, too," Jeffy replied. "See you tomorrow, Max."
"I won't be there, I have to go to court, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Jeffy said. "Then I'll see you Friday."
After Jeffy left Tommy's house, the conversation around the table
was centered around the court appearance in which Roger, Marvin, Max,
Tommy and Ryan would all have to appear to testify against C.R.I.B.
"Yep, we're being subpoenaed," Marvin said. Max started giggling.
"Now Max," Heidi said as she gave him a mild smack on the forearm.
"You *know* that isn't what that word means!" Heidi said with a bit of a
laugh.
"I know!" Max continued to chuckle. "It's just a funny word
because it sounds like something else!"
"You boys and your bathroom humor," Tommy's mother said.
"Well, for them, it's *diaper* humor!" Heidi said.
"Whatever," Tommy's mother said as she set the steaming pot roast
down on the table. "Let's eat."
Jeffy returned home and immediately ran back into his bedroom to
hide the diaper. Danny was already in there playing, which presented
some difficulty for Jeffy. He had to find a way to stash the diaper
without Danny seeing it. Danny was staring at Jeffy the entire time he
stood there, waiting for Danny to leave or at least turn his head.
"What are you staring at me for?" Jeffy asked him.
"What are *you* staring at *me* for?" Danny asked.
"I asked you first," Jeffy said.
"I dunno, you look like you want me to leave," Danny said.
"That'd be nice," Jeffy said.
"I'm staying here until Kim says dinner's ready!" Danny said.
Jeffy was about to give up and hide the diaper in the bathroom.
Danny then noticed that Jeffy kept his arm in a fixed position to brace
the diaper that he stuffed underneath his shirt.
"What's the matter with your arm?" Danny asked.
"Nothing," Jeffy said. He figured he'd have to stick the diaper
under the bathroom sink and hope that Kim wouldn't look there. He
figured the chances were not likely that she'd open up the cabinet for
anything.
After Jeffy finished his dinner, he got up and went into the
bathroom to get his diaper. He sneaked it back into his bedroom and hid
it in between his mattresses, right along with the instant photos he had
taken of himself in diapers earlier that day. Jeffy determined that it
wasn't an opportune time to put the diaper on, so he figured he'd use it
later.
About an hour before bedtime, Jeffy felt the laxatives kicking in.
He had finished up his homework and then sat in front of the TV,
sprawling out on the couch. Just as Jeffy felt his bowels churning, he
thought about whether or not to mess his shorts or go use the toilet.
He was starting to have second thoughts and started to get up to
head for the bathroom, but by then, it was too late. Kim heard, then
saw, and then smelled the accident that Jeffy had.
"Jeffy!" Kim shouted. "I'm NOT going to put up with this shit!
Literally!"
"It was an accident! Really!" Jeffy said. This time he wasn't
lying.
He watched Kim get up out of her chair, stomp into the kitchen,
off of which the washer and dryer sat. There were some empty laundry
baskets stacked in there. She grabbed three of them then she went down
the hallway, and then came out to the living room a moment later with
the first of the three baskets containing Jeffy's underpants. Jeffy felt
that he had achieved the first step towards his goal of getting put into
diapers.
"I'm tired of getting your underpants each time you have an
accident, if that's what they are!" Kim said. "Here!" she yelled as she
set the basket down in front of
him, several briefs spilling off the top of the heaping pile. Danny had
been taking his bath, and when he heard the commotion he came out of the
bathroom with a towel around him.
"Stay there!" Kim said.
"What's going on?" Danny asked, standing at the bathroom door.
"You'll find out, just finish your bath!" she said.
Kim brought the other two baskets out and then confronted Jeffy.
"Look, I don't care what Mom says!" Kim shouted. I know you're
doing this on purpose, either because you want to wear diapers like Max
does, or you're just trying to piss me off, which you are most certainly
doing!"
"It was an accident, really, it was," Jeffy said.
"I don't think so!" Kim denied him. "I guess it doesn't really
matter. Now take your shorts off!"
"Here?" Jeffy asked her.
"Yes, here," Kim said.
"Shouldn't I clean up?" Jeffy asked.
"No, don't bother," Kim said. "You seem to enjoy wearing messy,
poopy underpants anyway!"
"You want me to, you know, put my underwear on?" Jeffy asked
nervously.
"Yes! Now take your shorts off!" she said. Jeffy removed his
shorts and revealed his badly soiled briefs. He handed Kim his shorts
and then started taking his underwear off.
"No, leave those on!" she said. "I don't want you getting shit all
over the place!"
"Now start putting your underpants on!" she commanded him.
Jeffy enjoyed getting his underwear back, but he didn't enjoy the
way Kim was treating him about it.
Kim ran Jeffy's shorts out to the storage shed, where she had also
kept his pants. She did this to keep them away from Jeffy and to keep
their odors out of the house, though this measure to control smells was
now pointless, now that Jeffy was having accidents and was expected to
have several more before the night was over.
Kim made Jeffy put on as many briefs as he could possibly wear. He
had over thirty pairs on by the time he was finished. His underpants
bulged out from his butt very thickly, thicker than he had ever worn his
briefs before. They weren't as thick as the diapers that he had worn
with Marvin and Max, but he was plentifully padded up, nonetheless and
it looked very authentically like a very thick, tight cloth diaper on
his butt. Kim looked at his butt and thought of what he'd look like if
his multiple briefs were, in fact, diapers instead. She knew there
wouldn't be a colorful array of red, black and blue waistbands spanning
the top of his diapers as diapers lacked such a feature that was found
on boys' underpants. Danny had come back out from his bath at that time
and started laughing at Jeffy for wearing so many underpants at a time.
"I'm glad you sleep on the bottom bunk of our beds!" Danny said as
he pointed at Jeffy's thickly stacked briefs.
"Now take the rest of these back to your room!" Kim said.
Jeffy had another big accident before he went to bed that night.
His underwear contained it this time, though it made for a very big mess
inside of his underwear. He also needed to pee at that time, so rather
than bothering to pull down thirty-plus pairs of underwear. His urine
soaked through and got the couch wet. Kim could see what Jeffy had done.
"You're definitely ready for diapers!" Kim said to Jeffy. "I'm
sure that's what you've been wanting to hear!"
"It is," Jeffy thought to himself. He just hoped his mother
wouldn't go too hard on him once she got home from work and found out
what he had been doing.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 100
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Jeffy lay in his bed that night feeling the thick briefs stacked
onto him so heavily. He changed into some more clean underwear before
going to bed. Danny had teased Jeffy all night about the accidents he
was having as well as the way he had his underwear on so much more
thickly than ever before. After Kim got over her initial outrage over
the way Jeffy had been making things difficult for her, she also teased
him about his accidents and snapped a couple pictures of him in his
"diaper" to show to her friends.
When their mother returned home from work that evening she saw
that Kim was still awake.
"Kim, shouldn't you be in bed? " her mother asked her. "You have
school tomorrow, you don't need to wait up for me."
"Sorry, Mom, but I needed to talk to you," Kim said.
"What is it?"
"Jeffy!" she said with an exasperated heavy sigh.
"What did he do?" her mother asked, using the same tone of voice.
"Let's just put it this way," Kim said. "Put him in diapers and
save us all a bunch of headaches! Really, really THICK diapers!"
"Why? Is he having accidents again?" she asked Kim.
"Well, he came home from school, he said he pooped his pants.
'Fine,' I thought. I told him to go get cleaned up and I gave him some
clean underwear. Then, he's sitting at the table doing his homework, and
he totally wet his pants! He said he was wanting to get his homework
done and didn't want to get up and go to the bathroom. So again, he went
in and showered, I gave him some more underwear. Then tonight, he has a
major pooping accident. He tried to tell me it was a real accident, but
I didn't believe him. I said 'That's it, I'm tired of getting his
underwear for him, so I brought it all out to him and told him to put it
all on!'"
"Kim, you're just encouraging him," her mother said. "He needs to
learn to deal with his accidents, and I don't want him to turn into a
kid like Max."
"I think Jeffy was already like that before he met Max, if you ask
me," Kim said. "He'd rather wear diapers, I just know he would. And I
think he'd be okay to see Max again."
"Why do you say that?" her mother asked. "You seem like you're
taking his side on this issue all of a sudden."
"Well, he needs friends, and compared to some of the kids I see,
Max is a pretty good kid."
Kim actually had a more ulterior motive when she defended Max. She
hoped that Jeffy could see his friend Max again so that he would be away
from the house after school as Danny often was. Kim had finally found a
boyfriend at school who was willing to go steady with her for the very
reason that she was so large and plump. Now that Kim was delegated the
authority to run the household while her mother worked, she had to stay
home. She hoped that she could invite her boyfriend over and have some
time alone with him.
"Does Jeffy have any clean clothes for tomorrow?" Kim's mother
asked.
"No," she said. "Let me go get his clothes and show you what he
did in them."
Kim came back a few minutes later, carrying Jeffy's jeans that
were damp, cold, and smelly, along with Jeffy's shorts that were also
soiled and stinky.
"Why don't you just go to bed, sweetie," Kim's mother said as she
ran Jeffy's clothes to the washing machine. "I'll talk to Jeffy in the
morning before he goes to school."
Early the next morning, after getting only six hours of sleep,
Jeffy's mother got out of bed again to wake him and Danny up for school.
Danny got out of bed right away and ran into the bathroom to brush his
teeth and comb his hair before returning to his room to get dressed.
Jeffy remained in his bed, however.
"I don't feel good," Jeffy complained as he pulled back the covers
and exposed the multiple underpants he had on. They were soaked most of
the way through with wet poop.
"Are you just having accidents?" Jeffy's mother said.
"Yes," he said.
"And are they really accidents?" she asked him.
"Yes, Mom, they are, "Jeffy said insistently. "Kim gave me my
underwear back because of it," Jeffy moaned.
"I see that," his mother said as she looked at his crotch, which
was bulging of a stack of several boys' briefs fly fronts. She also
noticed that his poop leaked out the leg opening of his briefs and
spilled onto his bed.
"You even leaked it out into your bed," Jeffy's mother said.
"Do I hafta go to school?" Jeffy asked.
"I hate to see you miss too many days, Jeffy," his mother said.
"You almost had to retake the fifth grade because of your absences last
year, and it's too early in the year to start getting marked off for
days missed."
"But what if I have an accident?" he said.
"Then call me, I'll be home until 2:30," she said.
"Okay, I'll go," Jeffy said. "But you gotta let me wear my
underpants like I did before, just in case," he said.
"I think you're getting too dependent on wearing your underwear
like it's a diaper, Jeffy," his mother said. "I want you to be able to
handle yourself without having to take such measures. Why do you think
Max is in diapers? He was never toilet trained and got too used to his
diapers, so now he has to wear them."
"But Max likes his diapers," Jeffy said.
"I have to wonder about a kid who was never potty trained to begin
with and then also likes to wear diapers," his mother said, thinking
about the possibility that Jeffy may have similar inclinations. She
didn't want to discuss it at this time, however.
"Well, you'd better get going, I'll throw your pants in the dryer,
but I don't know how dry they'll be by the time you leave for the bus."
Jeffy took off his extra underpants and let them drop to the
floor. He removed the soiled pairs from the bunch and tossed them into
his dirty clothes pile. He peeled off the first clean pair and put it
on. He thought he could slip a couple more on him and nobody would
notice, so he put three pairs on and pulled his shirt down so the extra
waistbands wouldn't show.
Kim was just getting ready to leave for her bus. She looked at
Jeffy, still in his underwear.
"So, you going to school?" she asked him.
"Yeah, Mom wants me to go," he answered, wishing he could stay
home instead.
"You're gonna have an acc-i-dent," she said in a mock warning type
of tone of voice. "Better get some more undies covering that butt of
yours!" she said.
After Jeffy finished his cereal his mother got his pants out of
the dryer.
"They're still a little damp, but they'll do, it just might be a
cold walk to the bus."
Jeffy put the pants on right in front of his Mom, who had no idea
that he had put three pairs of underwear on, too.
"Kim also told me you peed your pants yesterday," Jeffy's mother
said. Danny started giggling. He hadn't even known about this incident
until now.
"Jeffy peed his pants, too?" Danny said with a laugh.
Jeffy couldn't think of a valid excuse, so he just sat there
silently.
"Well, why did you?" Jeffy's mother asked him. "Is it because you
want to wear diapers, like Max?"
Jeffy wasn't ready to confess to his motive, so he said "no."
"I'm starting to wonder about you, Jeffy," his mother said. "Maybe
I shouldn't blame Max, but there's no excuse for this kind of behavior!"
"I did it to irritate Kim," Jeffy said, as if to be confessing.
"Oh, just like how you locked Danny out of the house, too," she
said. "I don't want to have to switch back to the day shift, which pays
less, or find another job with earlier hours because of you, Jeffy, but
I will if I have to. I shouldn't still have to be home after school to
baby-sit you anymore. Now, no more of this! I don't want to hear any
other stories like this from Kim! Or Danny!"
"Yes, Mom," Jeffy said.
"You got ten minutes to catch the bus, I'd hurry," his mother said
as she cleaned off the kitchen table. By the time Danny and Jeffy ran
out the door, their mother was ready to go back to bed for a couple more
hours of rest.
Jeffy didn't enjoy having to go through the school day without
getting to see his friend Max, who was spending his day inside a
courtroom. The school day wasn't even an hour old when Jeffy felt his
bowels acting up. He had never used the school toilets for pooping,
mainly because he feared what the other kids would say when they saw him
go into a stall and heard him grunting, farting, plopping turds into the
toilet bowl and smelling the odor. At this moment, Jeffy didn't care,
and since it was during class hours, he didn't expect anyone else to be
in the bathroom. His teacher excused him when he asked to leave. He
barely made it as he emptied out his system. He felt so much better and
thought that it was all over with for awhile.
Jeffy spent most of the morning recess playing on the swings
alone, though Nancy was nice to enough to join him on the seesaw for the
last five minutes before the bell rang. Jeffy wanted to let Max know
what he had accomplished so far with getting his mother to put him into
real diapers and he wished Max could have been there. He felt that he
could use some diapers on this particular day as the effects of the
laxatives that he had taken were still working inside his system.
Just after the morning recess was over and Jeffy was back in
class, he felt another bowel movement coming on. He first let out a
series of farts, which was enough to get everyone's attention and
momentarily disrupt the lesson.
The farts were only the beginning. Jeffy tried to hold back the
deluge in his pants that was becoming increasingly imminent. He knew
that only three pairs of underpants would be no match for what he was
about to load into them and his pants. He had already leaked a fairly
good squirt of liquid poop, which all three of his underpants absorbed,
saving him from the extreme embarrassment of the other kids looking at a
wet spot on the seat of his pants. Jeff was only saved from such immense
embarrassment momentarily, however. The worst was yet to come. In
desperation, Jeffy got up from his seat and stood at his desk, leaning
on it and crossing his legs.
"Is something wrong, Jeffy?" his teacher asked him.
"Yes," Jeffy groaned and squinted. "I gotta go to the bathroom!"
he strained. The entire class was laughing and calling Jeffy all the
names for which he had become known because of his long-established
reputation for soiling his pants in school.
"Jeffy, go ahead," his teacher told him.
Jeffy hoped that the mounting pressure in his bowels would subside
long enough to allow him to run to the bathroom and release his bowel
movement there. While he would have loaded his undies at home, school
was no place to do this sort of thing.
Jeffy couldn't hold it back any longer. He couldn't have an
accident now, but as he started to go towards the bathroom, he lost
control and his entire rear end was flooded instantly as he pooped his
pants while standing before his classmates. The teacher yelled at her
students and told them to be quiet. She told Jeffy to go see the nurse.
As Jeffy ran to the nurse's office, he was crying. Behind him he left a
trail of diarrhea droplets as they dribbled out of his pants legs.
When the nurse saw Jeffy running in, she knew what had happened.
She took Jeffy into the side room and cleaned him up immediately.
"You want me to call your Mom for you?" the nurse asked him.
Jeffy knew his mother wouldn't be happy, but he needed some pants
and some clean underwear. He told the nurse that his mother was home and
could be reached there. The nurse returned a few minutes later and told
Jeffy that his mother was on her way. She cleaned off Jeffy's bottom and
left him to wait in the room until his mother showed up. It seemed to be
taking her much longer to show up than what Jeffy expected, but she
finally did.
Jeffy was surprised to see that his mother did not furnish him any
pants, but instead, brought him a big stack of briefs.
"Put these on and let's go," his mother said as she entered the
room and handed him the big pile of underpants.
"Where are my pants?" Jeffy asked her.
"I didn't bring them, you won't need them today."
"What's going on, Mom?" Jeffy asked, crying.
"You'll find out, now hurry up."
Jeffy's mother stood there in the room and watched Jeffy to make
sure he put on all the underpants that he was given. Jeffy thought about
how this was the thing he wanted, yet he felt so miserable and
uncomfortable about it, especially with the way his mother was treating
him and the fact that this was happening at school. After he had on
about thirty pairs of underwear, he couldn't fit any more, so his mother
told him that this was good enough.
"Now come on," she said.
"I can't go back to class like this! I gotta have my pants!"
"You're not going back to class, Jeffy," his mother said. "You're
going home for the day."
Jeffy was at least relieved to learn that he would not have to
suffer through the rest of the afternoon in school wearing only his
multiple pairs of underpants. Still, he had to leave the building and
walk past several opened classroom doors.
"I can't walk through the hallway like this!" Jeffy said, standing
in front of his Mom in his underpants, times thirty.
"You can't stay here all day," his mother said as she extended her
hand for Jeffy to take hold of.
Jeffy got up and took his mother's hand. She then picked up his
dirty pants and led Jeffy out of the room.
Just when Jeffy thought he had suffered the worst, the lunch bell
rang as he left the nurse's office with his mother and had stepped out
into the hallway. Kids were filing out of their classrooms and darting
towards the cafeteria, which was just located past the nurse's office at
the opposite end of the hallway. Dozens of kids came charging up the
hallway, most of them looking at Jeffy in only his very thick briefs and
his shirt. They all laughed and pointed at him as he and his mother
walked the opposite direction for the entire length of the hallway. A
lot of the kids thought Jeffy was wearing diapers as his multiple boys'
white underpants made a very close resemblance. Jeffy tried to avoid eye
contact and he just wanted to get out of there. Nancy and Dee Anne saw
him being dragged away by his mother.
"Oh dear," Nancy said. "That was Jeffy, Max's friend. He must have
had a really bad accident just now. I wonder what's going on?"
"It looks like his Mom put him in diapers and was taking him home
without putting his pants back on!" Dee Anne said.
"Well, Jeffy's 'diapers' are a little different," Nancy explained
to Dee Anne. "He just wears a bunch of underpants together."
Jeffy was in tears and bawling by the time he and his Mom went
outside. His mother stuffed his pants in the trash container in the
front of the school.
"What are doing with my pants?" he asked his mother.
"I'm throwing them away, they're no good anymore!" she said. "One,
they're too soiled to wash, and two, you're going to need some bigger
pants. Now get in the car!"
Jeffy continued to sob as his mother drove him back home. She let
Jeffy cry things out and then she sat down with him and talked to him.
She opened the discussion by showing Jeffy the photographs that he had
taken of himself in a diaper, and the diaper that he had hidden away
underneath his mattress. Jeffy gasped when he saw that his mother had
these things in her possession.
"First, tell me what this is all about," his mother said as she
stared him in the eye.
"How did you find those?" Jeffy asked his mother.
"I went into your room to take the sheets off your bed to wash
them. I lifted the mattress and then discovered that these things were
hidden away.
"Oh no!" Jeffy thought to himself.
"Where are you getting these diapers?"
"M-M-Max," Jeffy answered.
"That's what I thought," she said. "And these photographs, you
must have taken these pictures because you must like seeing yourself,
and perhaps others, in diapers. I also found some diaper ads that you
must have clipped from my magazines. I was wondering why some pages were
missing."
"I'm sorry," Jeffy apologized.
"I just want to know something, and I want an honest answer."
There was a pause of about ten seconds before she asked Jeffy her
next question.
"Do you really want to wear diapers?"
Another fifteen seconds of silence passed.
"Yes," Jeffy answered.
"Do you realize that there are consequences for this sort of
behavior?"
"What do you mean?" Jeffy asked.
"You have to realize that you can cause yourself a great deal of
embarrassment with this sort of thing."
"I already have gotten embarrassed!" Jeffy said. "How do you think
I feel pooping my pants all the time?"
"Well, I was hoping you'd have stopped doing that by now," his
mother said. "I guess what I don't understand is, you seem to enjoy
having these accidents, and some of them aren't even accidents."
"I guess I've just sort of liked the feeling of them," Jeffy said.
"I liked doing it in my underwear, as long as I wasn't at school."
"So you were trying to make a diaper out of your underwear?"
"Yeah," Jeffy said.
"So now I can see where you were wanting to wear diapers."
"I won't wear diapers anymore, or even wear a lot of underwear."
"I don't think it's going to be that easy, Jeffy," his mother
said. "You want to engage in this sort of behavior, and you know it, and
I know that if I try to stop you, it won't work, so why should I fight
it? I mean, I know you wet your pants last night because you wanted Kim
to tell me that you did, so I'd put you in diapers, am I right?"
"Yes," Jeffy replied.
"I also became a little suspicious when you started wearing your
underpants so thick, especially after you met Max. Then I saw the
pictures and the diaper ads, and then it just all sort of clicked."
Jeffy was surprised that his mother seemed to be somewhat
understanding of his behavior, though Jeffy himself was trying to figure
out why he enjoyed something that also caused him such humiliation in
school and in front of his family. His mother continued talking.
"The reason I was late was because I stopped by to see Max's Mom.
I showed her the diaper and I wanted to tell her that I suspected Max
was giving you his diapers. At first I was going to tell her what I
thought of Max and what I thought he was doing to you, but then I
realized that maybe you were already like this before you met Max and
that Max and his brother just sort of made you feel more open and
comfortable about this whole thing.
"His mother and I sat down and we had a short conversation about
this. She knows all about this sort of behavior in her boys and she
helped me to try to understand it and not to scold you for it. I showed
her the photographs, and she told me that this definitely indicated that
you enjoy wearing diapers."
Jeffy sat still and tried to think about and absorb all the things
his mother was telling him.
"So what does this mean with me and Max?" Jeffy asked.
"Well, I guess you two might as well see each other," she said.
"You're already like he is, just that you've had to keep this sort of
thing hidden, where he hasn't. I'm still a little suspicious about why
he was never potty trained to begin with and raised in this sort of
fashion, but from what I could tell, he isn't an abused child and his
family seems to have it together. I guess I just don't understand all of
this, and perhaps it isn't my business to figure it out."
Jeffy thought about his next question before asking it.
"Will I be wearing diapers now? Real diapers?"
"Yes, Jeffy, you will, since that's what you want, I decided that,
after talking it over with Max's Mom, this was better than fighting the
whole issue. You'd probably just keep soiling your underpants anyway."
"When am I gonna get 'em?" he asked.
"Tomorrow," his mother said. "I ordered some from Max's Mom. She
gave me a break on the price, and she knew that you'd want some really
thick diapers like the ones her daughter designed."
Jeffy humbly thanked his mother for the diapers and for accepting
his and Max's behavior towards wearing diapers. Jeffy even felt at ease
enough to confess that he obtained some laxatives the night before so
that he'd have more accidents and convince his mother to get him in
diapers. He explained that he didn't necessarily plan things to happen
the way they did, but he still accomplished his two missions.
"Well, just know that this sort of behavior has its consequences,
such as the accidents you had last night and then at school. By now all
the kids must know about this, especially since I made you walk through
the hallway like that, and maybe I shouldn't have, I was just too angry
at the time."
Jeffy spent the rest of the day at home going around in just his
underpants. He had another accident in them and he changed out of them,
replacing them with another very thick bunch of briefs. He tried to get
them as thick as the diapers that he would soon be wearing, but his
underwear could only fit to a certain point. He looked forward to
eventually being able to wear diapers around the house.
At about 2:30 it occurred to Jeffy that his mother wasn't getting
ready to leave for work.
"Aren't you going to work?" he asked her.
"Nope, I quit that job already," she said. "Those evening hours
just weren't going to work for me" she said.
"So, where are you gonna work now?"
"Max's Mom hired me today to assist her in their diaper business
and I'll start work tomorrow. It'll be full time and I'll get paid just
as much."
"What are you gonna be doing there?"
"Mostly office work," she said. "But I do know how to sew, but
it's been awhile, so his Mom will give me some refreshers. In fact, as
part of my re-training, I'll be the one making your diapers."
Becoming A Diaper Boy, Parts 101-110