EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 1
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	My cousins David and Janet were going to be staying with me for a 
few days while his parents—my Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald—were leaving 
to go on a vacation to Las Vegas for a few days. We had met a number of 
times at family reunions and other family occasions, but never before 
had my cousins stayed with us overnight, much less for a week. One thing 
I knew about David was that he had to wear diapers. He was nine years 
old, just a year younger than me.
	I was curious about his diapers and I wanted to try wearing one 
while he was here. I wished I had been more stubborn about my potty 
training to get my Mom to keep me in diapers. I often thought about 
asking Mom to get me some diapers, but I was always too afraid to ask. 
Now with cousin David coming to visit, I saw this as a great opportunity 
to get a hold of some diapers. When he arrived late that Friday 
afternoon he was in a pair of overalls. I could hear his diaper 
crinkling and crackling underneath. I could see that there was a little 
bit of a bulge formed around his behind. He was shy, but he otherwise 
acted like any nine-year-old boy. We played games together and talked 
about what we had been doing.
	Just before Mom made us dinner she took David into my bedroom and 
changed his diaper. I wanted to go in there and watch, but I could never 
explain to my mother why I wanted to be in the room at the same time. I 
listened from the outside of my door. I heard the pants go down and the 
tapes of his diaper being ripped away. I wasn't satisfied with just 
listening, so I peeked through the narrow crack of my bedroom door which 
was just slightly open and I could see what was going on. Mom wadded it 
up and set it aside before she got out another diaper from David's bag. 
I watched her wipe his tender crotch and rub some lotion all over it 
before she pulled the diaper up into his crotch and fasten up the sides. 
I could see the white padding bulging from his crotch as he let Mom 
finish taping up the diaper.
	When David was done getting diapered he hopped down from my bed 
and came running towards the door. I backed away and acted like I was 
just coming into my room. As he opened the door I was surprised to see 
that he did not put his overalls back on and was only wearing his diaper 
and his short, striped shirt. My mother stopped him and asked him if he 
felt okay to run around in his diaper in front of me and my sister 
Donna. He said that he usually just wore his diapers around the house 
and that it was no big deal to Janet.
	"Okay, dear," my mother said to him as she affectionately patted 
his rear end. "Whatever you're most comfortable with."
	While everyone else was out in the front room, I went into my 
bedroom and closed the door. I found David's bag sitting on the floor, 
zipped up again after Mom had gotten into it. I opened it again and 
found his supply of diapers, which took up most of the space in his bag 
among his shirts, socks and a pair of swimming trunks.
	I couldn't resist the urge to put one on. I pulled one of the 
diapers out of the bag and examined it. It felt so thick and soft in my 
hands. It was pure white and looked just like a baby's diaper. I 
unfolded it and held it around my body with my shorts still on. Seeing 
that it would fit me, especially after I took my shorts and underwear 
off, I just had to put it on. I pulled my shorts and my underwear down. 
The thought of wearing the diaper made my dick get stiff, which it 
always did whenever I watched the boy next door trotting around in his 
diapers. I set it down on the bed and then I sat myself down on top of 
it. I reached over to one side and taped the diaper up and then 
proceeded to do the same with the other. I stood up and felt it hang 
around my body a little loosely. I tried to pull off one of the tapes to 
re-fasten the diaper, but these diapers had such strong tapes that they 
would have torn the plastic liner and the diaper would be wasted. Even 
though the diaper sagged somewhat, it still went up high in the rear. I 
didn't want anyone to notice that I was wearing it, so I put my 
underpants back on over the diaper and then put my shorts on.
	I went through the evening without anyone detecting that I was 
wearing the diaper, though Donna did detect that I was acting 
suspiciously. During dinner she asked me why I looked so nervous.
	"Nothing," I said as I continued eating. The more she bugged me, 
the more nervous I became.
	"You're up to something, I know it," Donna said.
	"I am not!" I shouted. "Leave me alone!"
	"Kids!" Mom groaned. "We have guests, so let's get along at least 
while they're here!"
	Later on we all sat in front of the TV to watch a movie. David sat 
on the couch next to me. He sat with his legs open, revealing the wide 
crotch of his diaper as well as his lower butt where the padding had 
concentrated and bunched up. I also noticed that there was a set of thin 
green-tinted stripes running through the center of his diaper. I 
remembered that the stripes on my diaper were yellow when I put it on.
David later scooted himself forward and I could see the high rise of his 
diaper over his butt.
	About halfway through the movie I had to pee. I had just finished 
off a 32-ounce bottle of soda and it had already processed in my body 
and it was ready to come back out. Not long after the initial 
indications of a need to urinate did the feeling become more pronounced. 
I felt silly to deliberately pee in my pants while sitting with everyone 
around me in the living room. On the other hand, I was diapered and to 
go to the bathroom to pee would have defeated the purpose of wearing 
(though it felt good to wear even if I didn't do anything in it.) I 
decided that David had enough diapers in his bag that one more wouldn't 
be missed, so I would change into another one at bedtime.
	The bathroom was also occupied by my sister at the time I really 
needed to go, so this just gave me another excuse to pee in the diaper. 
Since Donna had gotten up to use the bathroom, I didn't feel as 
inhibited to wet in the diaper, so I let it start to drip into my 
diaper. It started as a trickle, coming out in spurts, but then I let 
the whole flood pour out. I kept checking my crotch to make sure nothing 
was leaking out. David asked me what I was doing. I just said, 
"nothing."
	"Why do you keep looking down there?"
	"I uh, have an itch," I told him. He seemed to be satisfied with 
that and he continued watching the movie. I did detect some leakage into 
my shorts, but the couch still felt dry, luckily. I thought I had peed 
out my whole bladder, but it continued to spurt out as the movie 
continued. With Donna sitting at my side again, I felt more nervous 
about having a wet diaper on. I even lost track of the movie. Donna 
asked me, "Why aren't you laughing?"
	"Oh, uh, ha ha!"
	"Aren't you even paying attention?" she asked me.
	"Yeah. I am."
	"You're acting strange, Eric" my sister said again.
	By the time the movie ended it was time for all of us to go to 
bed. Mom took David into my room to change him. A few seconds later she 
hollered for me and told me to see her.
	"Uh oh," I thought. I had a feeling she had caught me. I opened 
the door and stood before her. She was pointing to the bag, which I had 
left unzipped.
	"I see you've been in David's bag!"
	"Sorry, Mom. I--"
	"And I know what you were after!" Mom added. "Pull your shorts 
down!"
	I looked down at them and I could see that the wet spot had 
expanded and was quite visible in the cobalt blue fabric they were made 
of. I pulled the shorts down and revealed my underwear hiding the diaper 
underneath.
	"Now remove your underpants!"
	I pulled them down and let Mom see that I had on one of David's 
diapers.
	"Now take that diaper off and put some regular underpants on!"
	"I'm sorry," I said again.
	"I'd better not catch you with a diaper on again, you understand 
me, young man?"
	"Yes, Mom. I just wanted to try wearing one."
	"Well now you have! You got your shorts wet, too!"
	"Can't I just wear one, just once?" I pleaded.
	"You don't *need* a diaper, Eric!" my Mom said. "These are 
expensive, you know!"
	I realized that I had lost the battle and conceded. While Mom 
proceeded to change Eric into another diaper I walked over to my 
underwear drawer and took off the diaper. I noted that my diaper now had 
green stripes, too. I then figured it out that these stripes were a 
wetness indicator. I left the diaper on the floor and slipped on a pair 
of white briefs. I climbed into my bed and waited for David to climb in 
it with me after Mom had him changed. She angrily picked up my diaper 
from the floor as she left the room and turned out the light.
	"What were you doing wearing one of my diapers?" David asked me.
	"I just wanted to try one," I answered.
	"They are kind of fun to wear," David admitted. "They make me feel 
sort of like a baby, and I like how they look, too, padding up my butt."
	"I like that, too," I said. "The kid next door, he's about five, 
maybe six. He still wears diapers and sometimes I watch him play in his 
yard in his diapers. His parents got sick of trying to toilet train him. 
I wish I could have done that and got my Mom to keep me in diapers."
	"I hafta wear 'em," David said. "But I don't mind. I don't mind my 
sister Janet seeing me in them, either."
	After awhile, the conversation between David and me trailed off. I 
still couldn't sleep. The temptation to wear a diaper was overwhelming 
me. I knew I was risking getting caught and possible punishment, but I 
didn't think about the risks and proceeded to pursue my desire to wear 
diapers. I got up and felt around the floor to find David's bag in the 
dark. When I got to it I felt for the zipper and slowly opened it. I 
reached in and felt the stack of diapers tightly tucked therein. I 
pulled one out and set it on the floor. I stripped my underpants off and 
sat on the diaper. My penis was erect again, as I expect it to do. After 
fiddling with trying to find the tapes in the dark I gave up and put my 
underwear back on. I took the diaper with me and went into the bathroom 
and closed the door. I turned the light on and diapered myself. This 
time I made sure I put the diaper on more tightly. It fit more snugly 
around my legs. When I stood up, the diaper stayed up high and tight. I 
didn't bother putting my underpants back on and just left the bathroom. 
I also flushed the toilet to make it sound like I had a legitimate 
reason to be in the bathroom.
	I slowly walked back to my bedroom to keep the sound of the diaper 
down. It would have been my luck for one of the girls or Mom to be up 
and on the way to the bathroom, but fortunately this didn't happen. I 
crawled back into bed and felt satisfied to be diapered again. I fell 
asleep thinking about how different my life would be if I had been 
wearing diapers all this time.
	When I woke up the next morning I had to pee, as I often did upon 
waking up. I didn't have any problems with wetting the bed and I was 
always able to retain my urine overnight. I remained in bed lying down 
as I started the urine flow out of my penis and into the diaper. As I 
had an erection, I could feel my warm piss shoot upward towards the top 
of the diaper and then rain back down, splashing on my skin and running 
down into my crotch. It was such a pleasant, though inexplicable 
feeling. I felt somewhat babyish as I thought of being too helpless to 
get up and go to the bathroom.
	My ecstasy was abruptly halted when, with no warning, the bedroom 
door quickly swung open.
	"Eric Tyler Richardson!" my Mom shouted. The full name-- first, 
middle and last-- always meant big trouble.
	"Shit!" I thought. "How could she have found out?!"
	Mom then held in her hand six small blue pieces of paper. They 
were the backings from the adhesive tapes of the diaper I put on 
overnight! Mom had found them in the bathroom where I so carelessly left 
them!
	"Get your butt out of bed!" she yelled. She looked down at the 
wetness stripes on my diaper and noted that they were green-colored.
	"I see you've already used this one, too!"
	Mom turned me around and yanked the diaper off of me. I watched it 
descend to the floor, the absorbent materials all yellowed from my pee. 
It made a wet, "splotch" sound as it landed beneath my legs.
	My bare behind was now exposed and ready to receive a spanking. 
Mom had me bend over while she proceeded to give me over a dozen hard, 
hand-delivered hind-heating hits. I bawled loudly as Mom spanked me. 
What a way to start a day.
	"I told you not to wear those diapers again! Nooooo! You didn't 
obey!"
	Mom took the diapers out of David's bag and took them with her to 
hide somewhere in the house. She came back in and told me to get dressed 
and wait for her out in the front room. Again I walked over to my 
underwear drawer and put another pair on. I didn't bother finishing 
getting dressed and just went out to the kitchen in my underwear and sat 
at the table with the girls.
	"So what did Mom spank you for this time?" , Donna asked me in a 
mocking voice.
	"None of your business!" I said.
	"That's okay. Mom will tell me."
	Mom came out from my bedroom with David following behind her, 
still wearing just a diaper and the white T-shirt he put on for bed last 
night.
	"So Mom," Donna started, her mouth still stuffed with cereal. "Why 
did you spank Eric?"
	"This!" she said as she held up the wet diaper that she ripped off 
of me. I could tell it was the one I wore from the rough tears the tapes 
made when it was removed.
	"So *that's* what you've been up to!" Donna said. "He was acting 
really funny last night!"
	The whole diaper incident screwed up my day. The rest of the kids 
were going to go swimming, but I had to stay home and help Mom with 
chores as a punishment. This really bummed me out. I deliberately 
dragged my feet and goofed off since I was being punished. Mom didn't 
like my attitude, but she was satisfied that I was being detained from 
going out and having fun with the others.
	Later in the afternoon the others had returned from their day of 
fun. Donna bragged to me about all the things I could have gotten to do 
had I not tried to wear David's diapers. Janet handed my mother an extra 
diaper that wasn't needed while they were out, but was needed now as I 
could smell a strong odor from David. My mother immediately took him 
into my bedroom and put the diaper on him. When he came out, he just had 
on a diaper and a shirt and remained dressed that way for the rest of 
the evening.
	David got one more diaper change before he and I went to bed. I 
saw Mom go into her bedroom to get a diaper for David. At least I knew 
which room his diapers were in, but Mom's room was absolutely off 
limits, and she was about to go in there herself to go to bed for the 
night. I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had immediately become 
hooked on wearing diapers. It drove me crazy to hear David's diaper 
crinkling as he moved around in the bed. I asked David if he had any 
other diapers with him that my mother didn't stash away.
	"Nope," he said. "Unless you want to dig one out of the trash, one 
that's full of poop."
	I appreciated his suggestion, but I decided to pass on wearing a 
diaper that had been already used. He was joking anyway.
	"Why do you want to wear diapers so much anyway?" he asked.
	"Same reason you like to wear them."
	"Yeah, but you see, I *have* to wear them," he said. "But in a way 
I'm glad I do because of how they make me feel."
	I think they're fun to wear," I said. "I just wish my Mom would 
let me."
	"Let's go buy you some tomorrow," he suggested.
	It seemed like a good idea, but I didn't know how I would deal 
with the embarrassment of buying diapers in a store.
	"I'll buy them for you," he offered.
	"Really!" I said. I was so excited that I sat back up. The thought 
of getting diapers made me get hard.
	"Of course you have to pay for them. Got any money?"
	"Oh yeah. I've been saving most of my allowance."
	"Where's the nearest medical supply store?" he asked.
	"I dunno. I was just gonna get some Goodnites at the supermarket."
	"You want what I got on?" he asked me.
	"Sure, if I can get 'em," I answered.
	"These are *lots* thicker!" he said with emphasis. Just thinking 
about wearing them made my penis so stiff! There was only so much I 
could do with my hard-on for being only ten years old, though.
	I could hardly wait until tomorrow.

EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 2
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	The first thing I thought about upon waking up the next morning 
was getting some diapers of my own. Since Mom had to be at work, she 
woke David up early to change his diaper. As I lay in bed pretending to 
be asleep I enjoyed watching my Mom as she had David lie on the floor to 
change his diaper. The tapes were ripped away loudly and as the diaper 
was removed I could see how heavily David flooded it. The entire front 
and crotch were tinted a deep yellow. I secretly enjoyed having an 
erection as I watched Mom clean David up and wrap a fresh, wonderfully 
thick white pad around his loins and tape up the sides. I envied David 
for this treatment and I wished I could be treated equally.
	"I won't be home until late this afternoon, and the girls will be 
gone most of the day," I heard my Mom tell David. "Can you change your 
own diapers okay?"
	"If I have to, I can," he answered. "But I kinda like it better 
when someone else does it," he said, trying to repress a smile. Mom 
smiled back at him and patted him on his rear, thickly padded by the 
high-rising diaper.
	Everything was perfect for David and I to pull off what we had 
planned. Donna and Janet were gone for the day and Mom was stuck at 
work. We would have plenty of time to complete our mission. David helped 
me look up "medical supplies" in the phone book and he asked me which of 
the places listed was the closest. The nearest one was almost a mile 
away! I wanted diapers! I was willing to do anything to get some! I 
decided that it was worth the trouble. Just to make sure the store sold 
the kind of diapers David wore, he called them and made sure they 
carried them, and they did! After he inquired about the price I decided 
to part with enough of my savings for him to buy me just one package. I 
wanted two packages, but the diapers were more expensive than I 
expected.
	David put on his overalls before we left and we headed out of the 
neighborhood towards downtown. As I had only one bike and that Donna's 
bike was too big-- and girlish-- we decided to walk instead. Once we got 
to the store I waited outside while David went in to get the diapers. 
When he came back out he handed me the bag which was bulging from the 
large size of the package that contained twenty diapers! I looked in the 
bag and felt myself get really excited as I anticipated putting one on 
when I got back.
	"Let's get home!" I exclaimed. I couldn't wait until we got back, 
although I was hungry, too, and I did have enough money left over to buy 
David and I some lunch at McDonald's.
	I felt silly about carrying a bag of diapers with me as we went 
inside, but it was a plain paper bag and I figured nobody would suspect 
what was inside of it. After David and I got our food we sat down and 
began eating. While I was in mid-bite of my cheeseburger I looked up to 
the front counter and saw Donna and Janet placing their order!
	"Damn!" I said with a mouth full of meat, cheese and bread.
	"What's wrong?" David asked me.
	"Don't look now, but the girls are here!"
	"You mean, Janet and Donna?"
	"Yes! Let's get out of here before they see us!"
	David turned his head to look.
	"No! Don't look at 'em!" I said. "Grab your food and leave!"
	We tried to make a quick, graceful exit, but it was too late. 
Donna turned around and saw us getting up from our table. In one hand I 
had a half-eaten cheeseburger, fries spilling out of their bag and a 
drink wedged in between my arm and my body whose lid had popped off and 
allowed soda to spill onto me. In my other hand was the large bag that 
contained my purchase of diapers. The girls were approaching our table. 
There was no point trying to avoid them. They greeted us and took their 
seats at our table.
	"Where are you guys going in such a hurry?" she asked.
	"Uh, nowhere," I said. "We just wanted to get going."
	Donna looked at the large bag in my other hand.
	"Doing some shopping, I see," she said.
	"Yeah, so?"
	."What did you get?" she asked me.
	"Nothing," I answered.
	"Ahh! You don't want me to know! I'm gonna take a peak!"
	"No!" I exclaimed. Donna had reached for the bag and tried to grab 
it from my hand. As I pulled the bag away from her it started to tear, 
revealing the large, white package of diapers! Donna started laughing at 
me.
	"You bought DIAPERS?" she asked, making sure the others in the 
restaurant could hear her.
	"No, these are David's," I said.
	"Mom gave you more than enough diapers, David," Janet said to her 
brother. "I don't see why you bought more."
	"I know why!" Donna giggled while stuffing french fries into her 
mouth.
	I was too embarrassed and I decided to leave at that point. My 
food had gotten too cold, so I threw it out and carried my drink with 
me, along with a torn bag that contained my diapers. On the way home I 
said to David, "you might as well take these diapers. I'm gonna get in 
trouble for having them!"
	"I can take 'em back for you," David offered.
	"Nah," I said.
	"You still want 'em?"
	"Of course, but, shit! Donna knows I have them!"
	"So tell *her* you took them back, then just keep them hidden."
	"Good idea," I said.
	After we got home I immediately opened the diaper package and took 
one of them out. It felt so good and soft in my hands, and I couldn't 
believe how thick it was, too! I wanted to put it on right away and 
enjoy it while David and I had the house to ourselves. I took my shorts 
off and then my underwear. My dick became hard as I anticipated the feel 
of the diaper. David watched me as I tried to pull it up into my own 
crotch and fasten the tapes.
	"Here, lemme help you," David said. "I can put it on better."
	I hesitated as I thought about having someone else put a diaper on 
me. It seemed silly, but exciting, so I agreed to let David diaper me. 
He had me lie on the bed as I watched him take the diaper and slide it 
beneath me. I felt even sillier now with my dick sticking straight up 
right in front of him, but I figured he expected it, and he was a boy, 
too, so it didn't matter that he saw my privates. He pulled the diaper 
over my stomach and then brought up the sides to tape them up. He pulled 
them very tight and told me he was finished. I looked down at the diaper 
bulging out from my crotch. I ran my hands all over it and felt my butt 
all padded up.
	"You like it?" David asked me as he could see I was very excited 
about wearing it.
	"I love it!" I said.
	"Can you do me a favor?" David asked me.
	"Yeah, what?"
	"I need to be changed."
	I had never changed someone else's diaper before and I felt 
awkward about doing this for him.
	"I'm only wet," he said. "I'll poop for your Mom later!" he 
smiled. I told him I would go ahead and change him. He took off his 
overalls and set them aside. He stood before me in a very wet diaper. 
The front of it had expanded so much from all the pee it had taken in. 
He got on my bed and waited for me to release the tapes. I reached 
around his sides and pulled the tapes off. As I pulled the wet diaper 
away from him I could feel its weight from all the piss it contained. 
David lay before me with his little, but erect penis and balls right in 
front of my face along with his butthole. I could smell his stale urine 
wafting up in my face. I was glad that he had only peed in his diaper.
	Before I put a dry diaper on David, he told me to grab the wipes 
that were sitting on top of my dresser. He told me to wipe his entire 
crotch and his genitals. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but in a 
strange way it excited me. I could tell David liked getting his peter 
and his nuts rubbed by the wipes. He asked me to do it some more, so I 
continued to rub it around his soft, tender skin. Next, he had me rub 
the lotion over his small genitals.
	"Okay, now you can diaper me," he instructed. I took another one 
of the diapers out of the bag and placed it beneath David's bum. I 
slowly pulled the front of the diaper up over his stomach and completely 
covered it past his belly button. I brought the sides together and taped 
them up as tightly as possible.
	"Good job!" David complimented me. I looked at him as he lay there 
with his legs still up in the air and his crotch padded up. I admired 
the diapering job I did on him. He got up from my bed and turned around 
and bent over to get a few things out of his bag. His butt stuck out so 
prominently all diapered up, and it excited me to know that I was the 
one that put it on him.
	I had to find a good place to hide my diapers. The package was so 
big and bulky. My closet was so full of other stuff, and it seemed like 
too obvious of a place to hide diapers. I decided to stash them between 
the mattresses of my bed. I took the remaining diapers out of the 
package and laid each one of them flat on the lower mattress while David 
held it up for me. We then discarded the outer packaging as well as the 
paper bag and the wet diaper that David had been wearing. I carried it 
out to the garage and stuffed it deep down into the bottom of the 
garbage can.
	For the rest of the afternoon David and I played around the house 
in nothing but our diapers and shirts. When the girls got home I would 
have to quickly run to my room and put my shorts on. Since Mom had us 
keep the door locked when we were home by ourselves, I would have a few 
seconds of warning while they opened the door. At about mid-afternoon I 
had to pee. I completely ignored the very thought of getting up and 
going into the bathroom as I joyously pissed freely into the diaper and 
watched the wetness stripes turn green. After sitting around in wet 
diapers for a few minutes I asked David if he could change me.
	"You gotta get used to wearing them wet for awhile," he advised 
me. "A couple of nice, red rashes ought to help break you in to this 
diaper wearing thing! Besides, you want 'em to last while."
	"You're right," I agreed. Later on I had to pee again after having 
drank another 32-ounce bottle of soda. I wasn't sure how much more the 
diaper could take. David assured me that they could hold a lot, so I 
trusted him as I let out another deluge. I watched the front of the 
diaper expand some more. As my dick had become hard again it was 
pointing straight up and my pee was soaking into the upper portion of 
the diaper. I ran my hand over the front of the diaper and I could feel 
the warmth from my pee and the squishing gels of the absorbent 
materials.
	"Now you probably need a change," David said. We got up and went 
into my room so I could be changed. I hopped up on the bed and lay down 
with my legs up and apart as David pulled away the tapes and took the 
diaper off of me. I felt the cool draft blowing onto my wet crotch. I 
asked David if he was going to wipe me and rub on some lotion.
	"Of course," he said. "You'll probably get a rash anyway, but this 
will at least help."
	He pulled out one of the wipes and ran it around my crotch. It 
felt so good and it maintained my erection at its full stiffness.
	"That feels good," I said. Since David knew how good it felt when 
someone wiped his genitals, he kept it up for awhile, knowing that I was 
enjoying it. Next came the cool, soothing lotion with its sweet scent. 
How lucky I thought David was to get this sort of treatment every day!
	"Okay, I'm ready for another diaper," I said. I realized that I 
had to get off of my bed in order to get to one of the diapers I stashed 
underneath the mattress. Once I retrieved a diaper I got back up on the 
bed and let David put it on me. I looked forward to going around in just 
a diaper for awhile longer, but just as David was pulling the diaper up 
tight over my stomach, Outside of the house I heard the girls giggling 
and a key working its way into the front door.

EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 3
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	"Shit!" I exclaimed. "They're here!"
	Quickly, I got up and pulled my shorts on over the diaper. It was 
so thick that my shorts could barely fit over it. There was also a wet 
diaper lying on the floor of my room. The girls were already in the 
house, so I would have to hide it somewhere in my room and discard it 
later. Out of desperation I threw it in my hamper just to get it out of 
sight, and just in time as Donna charged into my room, probably hoping 
to catch me in a diaper.
	"Hello, boys," Donna greeted. I stood before her feeling nervous.
	"Uh, hi," I replied.
	"What are so nervous about? Could it be that you bought some 
DIAPERS today?"
	"No!" I said. "I mean, I took 'em back!"
	"Yeah, right! You'd probably be more embarrassed to take them back 
than to buy them in the first place!"
	"Honest! I took them back because I knew you'd tell Mom and I'd 
get in trouble!"
	Donna wasn't about to give up. She knew she had caught me in a lie 
and was determined to find the diapers that I still had in my 
possession. She looked at Janet and said, "how much you wanna bet he's 
got one on right now?"
	"I'm not wearing one!" I said. I tried to leave my room, but the 
girls stood at the doorway and blocked it.
	"Where are you going?" Donna asked me.
	"To the bathroom!" I told them.
	"What for? You have a diaper on, don't you!"
	"No, I don't!"
	"Then what are you trying to hide from us? Your underwear? Not 
like I haven't seen that plenty of times!"
	"Let me out!" I demanded, trying to push past Donna and Janet. 
While I was struggling with Donna she put her hand on the front of my 
shorts and felt the diaper underneath. They were making that 
incriminating, telltale crinkling sound.
	"What's this I feel?" she asked. She then wrestled me to the floor 
and had me pinned down while she told Janet to yank my shorts down. I 
tried to fight my way out from underneath her, but she was a big girl 
and stronger than I was. Meanwhile, Janet had pulled my shorts down and 
it was revealed that I had a diaper on.
	"Just as we thought!" Donna said. "You lied to us! You said they 
were for David, then you said you took them back! I knew it all along!"
	"Let go of me!" I shouted. I couldn't even kick my feet with my 
shorts at my ankles.
	"No!" Donna insisted. "Take his shorts off, Janet!"
	Janet pulled my shorts the rest of the way off of me and left me 
lying there in the diaper that David put on me. I tried to writhe myself 
away from Donna, but the weight of her body alone was enough to keep me 
down.
	"Grab his pants! They're hanging in the closet!" Donna told Janet. 
David was just sitting there on the bed watching everything. There was 
nothing he or I could do. The girls had the upper hand on me as Janet 
went through my closet and took all my pants out. She also found my 
shorts and took them.
	"Go hide them somewhere!" Donna said
	"Let me go!" I cried once more.
	"In a minute, diaper boy!" Donna said.
	Janet came back a couple minutes later and said, "that's done! Now 
what do we do to him?"
	"Think I should let him up?" Donna asked Janet.
	"Sure! He can't go anywhere without any pants to wear!"
	Finally, Donna got up off of me and set me free.
	"What did you do with my pants?" I asked Janet.
	"I'm not telling!" Janet replied adamantly.
	"Show us where those diapers are!" Donna demanded.
	"No!"
	"Okay, I guess you don't get your pants back, little brother!"
	"What do you mean?"
	"You show us where those diapers are and we'll let you have your 
pants back," Donna told me.
	I didn't know what else to do, so David got off of my bed so I 
could lift the mattress and show Donna the diapers I stashed away.
	"Here! You happy? Now gimme my pants!"
	"No!" Donna said.
	"You said you'd give them back!" I pouted. "I want 'em back!"
	"I lied, just like you lied to me, so, you're still not getting 
them back!"
	I spent the rest of the afternoon looking around the house for my 
pants. They were nowhere to be found. I knew Mom would flip when she 
came home and saw me in a diaper. I couldn't do anything about it unless 
I found my pants! I begged Donna to give them back, but she was not 
about to give in. David helped me look, but his efforts proved to be 
futile. By the time I heard Mom come home I knew it was too late and the 
minute she came in the door, I was going to get it.
	I sat down at the kitchen table hoping she wouldn't notice that I 
was wearing a diaper. She came in the door carrying some grocery bags.
	"Eric! Help me bring these groceries in!" Mom told me.
	"Well I..."
	"Get your butt out of that chair and come help me!" Mom demanded. 
She stared at me and asked, "is there something wrong, Eric?"
	"Yeah," I said. I knew sooner or later Mom would find out, so I 
decided to get it over with and let her see the diaper I was wearing.
	"What are you doing in a diaper again?" Mom confronted me.
	"Mom! I can explain! I'm sorry! I--"
	Mom picked me up from the chair and dragged me into my bedroom, 
swatting my behind all the way. She threw me onto my bed and told me not 
to come out until dinner was ready.
	"Mom! Lemme explain!" I cried. Mom didn't pay any attention as she 
slammed my bedroom door behind her. I lay there on my bed and cried out 
my frustrations. I was mad as hell as Donna for getting me into trouble. 
I was screaming, "I hate you, Donna!" I wanted to get her attention, but 
neither she nor Mom nor anyone seemed to care that I was throwing a big 
temper tantrum. A few minutes later she came back into my room and told 
me that there were no diapers unaccounted for since she was keeping a 
close count on David's supply.
	"So where did you get that diaper?"
	"I bought some," I sobbed.
	"Show me where they are," Mom told me. I got up and lifted the 
mattress and showed her my supply.
	"Eric, I don't know why you want to wear these diapers so badly, 
but I just can't allow such behavior. Give me those diapers."
	"Can I have just one to wear to bed tonight?" I asked.
	"No. You gotta get over this obsession. I'm beginning to worry 
about you."
	I hated to watch Mom take the diapers from underneath my bed and 
re-stack them. I asked her what she was going to do with them.
	"I'll send them home with David since he needs them. Now take that 
diaper off. Why aren't you any wearing any pants or shorts?
	"Donna took them away from me!" I cried. "She won't give them 
back!"
	"How did she get a hold of them?" Mom asked me.
	I finally got Mom to listen to me as I explained what had happened 
earlier this afternoon. Mom left the room and told me to have the diaper 
off by the time she got back. In the meantime, I heard Mom scold Donna 
and demand that she give me my pants back. A few minutes later Donna 
came back into my room with my pants, though at this point I didn't care 
whether or not I had them to wear. I had taken the diaper off and 
slipped on a pair of underpants and just wore them around for the rest 
of the evening while David went around in just a diaper as usual.
	I was beginning to resent David. It was one thing for David to 
wear diapers out of necessity, but what bothered me was that Mom didn't 
seem to mind that he went around in his diapers most of the time. 
Perhaps seeing David go around in a diaper didn't seem to be much 
different to Mom than it did for me going around in my underwear. I just 
wished my Mom understood my feelings and would just let me wear diapers 
around the house. I was even willing to tell her I wouldn't pee or poop 
in them, I just wanted to have them on to feel their thick softness and 
enjoy the way they looked. Nothing would convince my mother to allow me 
to wear diapers.
	While David and I were lying in my bed that night, David spoke up 
and offered a suggestion so I would feel like I was wearing a diaper.
	"You know what my friend does?" David started. "He takes his 
underwear, and he put on about nine or ten pairs-- sometimes more-- and 
then he says it makes him look and feel like he's wearing a diaper. You 
ever thought about that?"
	"Why didn't I think of that?!" I thought. I let David talk about 
it some more.
	"And he wears some of them backwards so that the fly is on his 
butt and it makes it thicker back there!"
	"Does he do anything in them? You know, pissing and shitting in 
them?"
	"He keeps some of his older underwear and puts those on first and 
he poops in those, but he hadn't tried pissing in them since he found 
out they still leak."
	I listened to David as he talked about his friend some more. Like 
me, his friend had to keep it a secret from his parents after they 
wouldn't let him wear diapers, either. I figured the idea sounded so 
good and it should work for me, too. I was so excited about it and I was 
busy stroking my hard-on underneath the sheets, trying to keep my hand 
motion to a minimum so David wouldn't know that I was doing it.
	I acted on David's idea and jumped out of bed and turned the light 
on. I went over to my underwear drawer and started putting on one pair 
of briefs over another. David watched me as I kept adding more thickness 
to my makeshift diaper with each pair I put on. By the time I had eight 
pairs on he told me, "that's good."
	"But I want it *really* thick!" I said as loudly as I could 
without being heard in my sister's room next door. "This feels really 
good!"
	"You look like you're in a diaper," David pointed out. "You oughta 
see your butt."
	I didn't have a mirror in my room, so I went across the hallway 
into the bathroom to take a look at myself in my "diaper." I had to 
stand up on the edge of the tub and look in the mirror above the sink to 
see what I looked like. I really looked and felt diapered. I turned 
around and looked behind me to see what my butt looked like. I agreed 
that it looked a lot like a diaper, a diaper with two blue stripes 
running around the top of it, but a diaper. I flushed the toilet when I 
left the bathroom, again to make others who may have been awake think I 
was really using the bathroom. When I returned to my bedroom I asked 
David to get up just so I could look at him in his diaper. I just had to 
visually remind myself of how cute he looked with such a thick diaper on 
his behind. I figured I at least looked somewhat like him.
	Before I turned out the light and went to sleep, David reminded me 
and advised me not to try peeing in my underwear.
	"Just enjoy the feeling of them," he said as I turned out the 
light and climbed into bed.
	For the next few days I went around wearing several pairs of 
briefs underneath my shorts. I had to limit myself to about six pairs as 
my shorts would not fit over anything thicker and I had to be careful 
not to let the extra bulk show through my shorts. It felt good just to 
have that padded feeling and I kept thinking that I was wearing a 
diaper. The hardest part of it all was not trying to keep it a secret 
from the girls and my mother, but because I constantly dealt with the 
temptation to *do* something in them. Having that padded-up feeling was 
only half of the pleasure I sought in wearing diapers. The other half of 
the pleasure was the physical and mental enjoyment of deliberately 
peeing and pooping in a diaper.
	It was David and Janet's last night to be staying with us before 
their parents would return from their vacation the next day to pick them 
up. David was freshly changed and running around in his diaper long 
before bedtime as always. Tonight he was pooping excessively as he had 
diarrhea. Each time he had to poop he really loaded up his diaper enough 
that I could see it bulging from his butt. Some of it even leaked out of 
his diaper and ran down his leg. He required two more diaper changes 
before he and I were sent to bed.
	I needed to poop really bad myself as I lay in bed. After seeing 
how David used his diapers for pooping so much tonight, the temptation 
to poop in my "diaper" was too great to ignore. It was our last night 
together for who knows how long, and I wanted to share this joyful 
moment with David.
	"You're gonna really do it?" David asked me, acting somewhat 
surprised, yet excited.
	"Either that, or I get up and go to the toilet," I said. I felt 
nervous for a moment, but the anticipation of dumping a large, stinky 
load into my thickened underpants gave me such a rush unlike any other I 
had experienced. My hard-on was so big I thought my dick would burst in 
my underpants!
	"Here goes," I said as I lifted up my legs and slowly released my 
crap into my underwear. I started out with a small stool that spread as 
it exited my butt and disbursed itself in the tight confinement between 
my ass and my underpants. Then came the bulk of the bowel movement. 
Several more larger logs came out of my butt and had little place to go 
except for into my underpants. The dozen or so layers of cotton I was 
wearing kept the mess tightly contained. When I was done pooping I felt 
a big, squishy pile of warm shit clinging to my entire rear end. I felt 
so naughty! I kept thinking about how much of a little boy I still was! 
David cheered me on and congratulated me for messing in my underpants.
	Reality then set back in and all the excitement of my naughty 
behavior disappeared as I realized that I now had to clean myself up and 
get rid of the evidence of my behavior. The entire room stank from my 
fresh shit, and there was little I could do about it at 11:00 at night. 
I had to wait and lie in my bed wearing heavily soiled underpants until 
everyone had gone to bed before I could get up and clean myself up. It 
was after midnight before I saw the last light go out in the front room. 
At that time I got up and closed my door and then turned on the light. I 
pulled my underpants down to survey the damage. I looked down at the 
huge brown pile of poop in the seat of my underpants. I pulled this pair 
out from the rest of the bunch and set it aside. David was looking at 
it, but he was by no means shocked or surprised as he had seen his own 
messy diapers thousands of times. The next few pairs were also soaked 
from the poopy juices that came out with my bowel movement, but at least 
they were salvageable. I pulled another pair out of the bunch that I had 
been wearing and put it on over my messy butt. I kicked the remaining 
bunch of underpants underneath my bed to get them out of sight. I needed 
to get rid of the first pair of underpants that suffered the worst 
soiling damage. My plan was to take it out to the garage to throw it 
away. The garage already smelled bad from all of David's diapers, so I 
didn't think my Mom would notice the addition of my crap-filled 
underpants to the garbage.
	I slowly opened the door that led from the kitchen to the garage 
and closed it behind me. Everything was so dark and I couldn't see a 
thing. I groped around to find the light switch. While I was navigating 
through the blackness I walked into the garbage can and knocked its 
metal lid onto the concrete floor of the garage.
	>>>CRASH!<<<
	"Shit!" I thought. At least I had found the garbage can. I quickly 
tossed my dirty briefs into the container. I didn't bother with putting 
the lid back on. I closed the door behind me as I scurried through the 
kitchen and tried to hurry back to my room before anybody got up to find 
out what that loud clanging noise was all about. It was too late as my 
mother had gotten up to investigate the noise. She turned the hall light 
on and caught me standing there in my white briefs that were at least 
clean from the front side.
	"Eric! What are you doing up?"
	Think quickly. Very quickly.
	"I, uh, I thought I heard a noise, but, but it's all right now, I 
think!"
	I kept my rear end away from Mom's view as I knew she would see 
the heavy poop stains in my underwear. This wasn't enough to keep her 
from suspecting what I had done as she asked me what smelled so bad.
	"Uh, David's diapers, maybe?" I choked.
	"Turn around!" Mom ordered.
	My mother saw my filthy behind and she immediately took me into 
the bathroom with her without saying another word at that point. This 
was it. I knew my mother would go totally ballistic now. She threw me 
into the bathtub, literally threw me. My body hit the tile wall behind 
the bathtub.
	"Get yourself cleaned up!" she yelled. I turned the water on in 
the bathtub and started adjusting the temperature until my Mom slapped 
my hand away from the knobs.
	"Never mind the hot water!" my Mom yelled. "You're in plenty of it 
as it is!"
	Mom stood and watched me as I let the cold water spray off the 
poop from my rear end. I felt so embarrassed as not only my mother, but 
also David and the girls were now watching as my Mom had left the 
bathroom door open. Here I was standing naked in the bathtub with 
lukewarm water spraying off bits and pieces of poop. After Mom thought 
that I was clean enough she pulled me back out of the tub and turned the 
water off.
	"You kids had better go to bed," she said. "This is going to get 
really ugly!"
	Mom then shut the bathroom door and locked it. She put the toilet 
lid down and sat down on it. She then grabbed my dripping wet body and 
put me between her knees and told me to bend over. Up to this point I 
thought I had escaped getting a spanking, but my mother said, "I'm not 
about to spank a poopy bottom!" She held one of my hands behind my back 
while she used her other hand to spank me. And spank me she did! After 
the initial strike of her hand came down I started crying. Her spanking 
increased in intensity and frequency and my weak whimpering escalated 
into loud screaming and pleading for her to stop, but she didn't. The 
sound of her hand striking my butt over and over echoed through the 
bathroom as did my desperate howling for mercy I thought about how David 
and the girls could hear Mom punishing me for pooping in my underpants. 
My loud cries were eventually reduced again to a hoarse whimper as I 
couldn't scream with a hoarse voice. I couldn't take any more of the 
pain, but Mom kept spanking me for several more minutes. Finally, it 
stopped! Mom released me from between her clamping knees, but she didn't 
let go of my hand. She led me into her bedroom and told me to lie down 
on her bed.
	My rear end was stinging with a lingering swelling sensation. I 
tried to rub it to alleviate the pain, but touching it only made it hurt 
more. My vision was blurred from the stream of tears that were still 
pouring out from my eyes. I watched Mom walk over to her closet to 
retrieve one of the diapers she had confiscated from me earlier. She 
walked back over to me while carrying the large, white diaper. Before 
she put the diaper on, she said, "I've given up on you, Eric! If this is 
your way of telling me you want to wear diapers, then so be it!"
	Mom unfolded the diaper and spread it out in front of my naked 
genitals and rear end.
	"Lift your butt!" she yelled at me. She put the diaper underneath 
me and then she wrapped it over my front. In spite of feeling my butt 
burning intensely, I still had an erection while Mom was diapering me. 
She pulled it up in the back and then as tightly as she could she taped 
up the sides. When she was done she dismissed me from her room and told 
me to go straight to bed.
	"We'll talk about this in the morning when-- or if-- I'm in a 
better mood!" Those were Mom's last words before she turned out the 
light and slammed my bedroom door shut.
	"Well, you got you asked for, Eric," David said. "Now it looks 
like you'll be wearing diapers from now on."

EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 4
-----------------------

	After what seemed like a long, sleepless night, Mom came in early 
to wake both David and me. She changed David's diaper first. He had wet 
his diaper heavily again, evidenced by the prominent deposit of urine in 
the front half of his diaper. He was also still producing loose bowel 
movements and the back of his diaper was filled with a large deposit of 
poop that spread up into the crotch. Things didn't seem to be the same 
this morning as I watched Mom go to work on changing David's diaper. Now 
that I was getting what I wanted-- wearing diapers-- it didn't seem to 
feel the way I anticipated beforehand. The loving, caring element was 
missing. This was punishment.
	Mom came over to me and looked at the wetness detector stripes on 
the front of my diaper. They were still yellow, indicating that the 
diaper was still dry.
	"Haven't used it yet, I see," Mom said. She told me to get up and 
turn around so she could examine my butt. The stripes likewise were 
yellow and there was nothing deposited in the back of my diapers yet. 
She then turned away from me and went to my closet. My pants were still 
on the floor of the closet in the same stack they were in when I got 
them back from Donna. This time Mom was confiscating my pants and 
shorts.
	"How convenient for Donna to have gathered up all your pants for 
me!" Mom said as she picked up the stack. "I assume this is all you 
have."
	Mom carried my jeans and my shorts out of the room with her. I 
asked her what she was doing with them.
	"Donating them to a needy family; you won't be needing them 
anymore!"
	I got up and followed Mom out to the garage. She opened the door 
and saw the lid still lying on the floor next to it. She looked inside 
the garbage can and saw my heavily soiled briefs sitting on top of a 
pile of wet and soiled diapers from David.
	"I'd better get used to that smell," Mom groaned as she walked 
over to the car and opened its trunk. She threw in all of my pants and 
shorts and left it open. She stormed back into the house and returned to 
my room. She walked over to my underwear drawer and saw that it was 
noticeably emptier.
	"Where are your underpants?" she demanded. She then slammed the 
drawer shut and said, "aww, never mind! We'll take care of those later! 
I'm going to be late for work! Have Donna change your diaper when you 
need her to."
	"But Mom, I can change it myself," I said.
	"Yes, but you won't! Donna will make sure you don't! We'll discuss 
this more when I get home!"
	After Mom left for work, Donna came up to me holding a diaper in 
her hand.
	"Need a change, diaper boy?" she asked. She looked down at my 
front and looked at the wetness stripes. I didn't say anything.
	"Not yet," she said as she ran her hand over the front of my 
diaper. "I'll check you later."
	At about mid-morning I needed to pee and poop again. Donna and 
Janet kept a close watch on me to make sure I didn't try taking my 
diaper off. I felt like I was coming down with a case of the shits 
myself. I quickly loaded my diaper and the poop filled the entire seat, 
even with its extra capacity created by its high rise. At the same time 
I peed heavily into the diaper.
	Donna looked down at me sitting on the floor and looked at the 
stripes which had turned green.
	"Now it looks like I should change you," she said. "She examined 
my rear end and could tell by sight and by smell that I pooped my 
diapers. She hesitated at the thought of having to deal with a soiled 
diaper. Likewise, I hesitated at the thought of exposing my genitalia to 
Donna, not that she hadn't seen me naked before, but I felt awkward 
letting her see my—well-- *private* parts.
	"Do I have to change him now?" Donna asked. Janet, though it was 
meant to be more of a rhetorical question.
	"He stinks bad enough with his diaper still on!"
	"Just wait until you take his diaper off!" Janet warned her.
	"I suppose I'd better get used to it, changing my ten-year-old 
brother's poopy diapers!"
	"You will," Janet assured her. "You *will* get used to it!"
	Donna decided that the living room floor was just as good of place 
as any to perform her first diaper change on me. Janet guided her 
through the process, but she made Donna do all the work since she would 
have to learn how to do it by herself. Donna started with telling me to 
get on my back and lift my legs up and spread them apart.
	"Here goes," Donna said as she reached around to one side of me 
and removed the tapes. She was surprised at how strong of a hold the 
tapes had on the diaper. When she had the tapes undone she slowly pulled 
away the diaper from underneath me. She fanned her face and held her 
nose as the fumes from my crap-coated derriere filled the air around 
her. My entire butt and crotch were smothered in shit, all the way past 
my balls.
	"Eric, you really stink!" she exclaimed, still holding her 
nostrils shut.
	"It's a lot easier to change him with both hands," Janet said, 
hinting to Donna that she should let go of her nose and get accustomed 
to the odor.
	"Now you get to wipe him up!" Janet coached Donna. She was handed 
a container of wipes. Donna winced as she ran her hand into the poop 
goop between my legs.
	"This is *so* disgusting!" she remarked. "Why do you *do* these 
things, Eric? I just don't understand it!"
	After the excess poop was wiped away from my behind Donna started 
wiping with longer and stronger passes with her hand. She then rubbed 
the cool, thick lotion over my crotch and my nuts. The wiping and 
rubbing sensations gave me an erection.
	"You like this, I see," Donna commented as she watched my penis 
rise from its formerly limp state. My penis stiffened even more as I 
watched Donna prepare the diaper for wrapping it around my bum. She 
giggled as she looked down at my boner sticking straight up. She had me 
lift up my butt so she could slide the diaper underneath me. She pulled 
the diaper far up into my crotch and covered my entire stomach with the 
front of the diaper. The back of the diaper went up well past my waist 
in the rear and assured plenty of capacity. Donna brought the tapes 
together very tightly. When she was done, she said, "that wasn't so bad. 
In fact, it was kind of fun! Just the smell..."
	Donna wadded up the used diaper and took it out to the garbage. 
While she was out there she got a good look at my soiled underwear that 
was still sitting in there, waiting to go out with tomorrow's trash. It 
wasn't even an hour later when I pooped in the diaper again. Donna 
checked me and said, "already?"
	"I think Eric's got the shits," Janet said.
	"Wonderful," Donna groaned. "I'm not going to keep changing him 
all day!"
	"So don't!" Janet said. "Let him get used to wearing a poopy 
diaper for awhile. You can't always be around to change him!"
	"That's true," Donna said. The girls ignored my need for a diaper 
change and went about their business. About an hour later Donna left to 
pick up some lunch for us. Janet stayed behind to baby-sit David and me. 
Janet could see that I was uncomfortable from wearing a shitty diaper 
for the last couple hours. David also needed a change as he pooped up 
his diaper, so she decided to change both of us at the same time. I 
watched her remove David's diaper and enjoyed the anticipation of 
getting the same treatment. When it came to be my turn, however, 
embarrassment took over my pleasant feelings. Perhaps it was because it 
was now my cousin who was performing the diaper change and she had never 
seen me in such a compromising position. Janet sensed my discomfort and 
embarrassment on my face as she worked at undoing the tapes.
	"Relax, Eric," Janet said. "Remember that I've been changing 
David's diapers for a long time and I've seen his privates plenty of 
times. Plus, I've wiped his messy butt a lot, so you're no different 
than he is."
	Janet proceeded with the diaper change. She had the tightly-
fitting poop-filled diaper off of my waist and I could feel the cool air 
blowing against my wet skin. She wiped away the heavy load of shit and 
expended several wipes to do it. She quickly ran the lotion over my boy 
area and the inevitable erection returned. My dick was sticking straight 
up as I watched Janet pull the diaper over the front of me. She too, let 
out a slight giggle as she looked at my hard-on before she covered it up 
with the diaper and fastened up the tapes.
	Shortly after my diaper change, Donna returned with lunch. David 
and I each received another diaper change from our respective sisters as 
we both kept filling up our diapers with liquid poop. It didn't bother 
Janet, of course, being the seasoned veteran diaper changer she was, but 
for my sister Donna it presented her a difficult challenge, but also an 
opportunity to get used to changing my diapers in the worst of 
conditions. I gave her her money's worth, so to speak.
	Mom came home from work and saw that I was going around in my 
diapers as she expected me to do. She asked Donna how her newly acquired 
chore of changing diapers was going.
	"Eric's got diarrhea!" she said.
	"That's good. It gives you more of a chance to practice, but I 
wouldn't get too accustomed to those disposable diapers he's wearing."
	"What do you mean?" Donna asked Mom. I was wondering the same 
thing. Mom went out to the car and returned with a big, fluffy armload 
of cotton diapers, a pair of plastic pants, and a set of safety pins.
	"There was a reason I got rid of Eric's pants and shorts today," 
Mom said. "With *these* diapers, nothing of his could possibly fit over 
them!"
	I watched Mom re-stack the diapers on the floor. I counted each 
layer she piled on until there were six diapers layered together. At 
first I thought she was just stacking up the diapers to carry into my 
bedroom. I was shocked to find out that this was what she was going to 
have me wear!
	"Get on the floor," she told me.
	"Are you really going to put *all* those diapers on him?" Donna 
asked my Mom incredulously.
	"Of course! Eric wanted to wear diapers, so I'm going to give him 
his money's worth!"
	I was very excited as I anticipated how these diapers would look 
and feel on me, but at the same time, I felt a sense of shame and 
humiliation unlike any that I had ever experienced. It seemed to me that 
as the cloth diapers were more permanent than disposables, that this 
treatment likewise meant that it was going to be permanent, and carried 
out to such extremes. To me, the cloth diapers seemed to be more 
punishing than disposables.
	Even Mom winced at the odor and the widespread mess that I left in 
my disposable diaper, the last one I figured I would ever wear, at least 
for awhile. Nevertheless, she cleaned me up and spread lots of lotion 
all over me and smothered it around my hard penis. Next came the 
diapers. I felt the massive bunched of cloth get pulled ever so tightly 
into my crotch. Instead of tapes, Mom inserted several pins into each 
side of the diapers to ensure a very tight, secure fit. While she turned 
around to retrieve my plastic pants I tried to put my legs together, 
only to realize that my knees would probably never touch again except 
for the few minutes of each day that I was either in the middle of a 
diaper change or taking a bath.
	The plastic pants went on so noisily as they crinkled and crackled 
as Mom pulled them up swiftly over my bare legs, and then slowly as she 
fit them over the enormous bulging pack of virgin white cloth. The 
elastic bands cut into my skin as they maintained a tenacious hold far 
above my waist, containing the high-rising diapers entirely. The leg 
bands likewise ensured virtually no chance of leakage as they 
constricted my thighs and my crotch. Donna and Janet watched as Mom 
performed each step ever so expertly. David was watching, too. He acted 
like he wanted to get put into some cloth diapers, as if now the tables 
had turned and *I* was the one being envied for my diapers.
	Later that evening Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald called and told us 
they were at the airport and they would stop by shortly to pick up my 
cousins. When they did show up about an hour later, they were surprised 
to see that not only was I diapered, but in such an extreme fashion with 
thick, multiple layers of cloth.
	"He wanted to wear diapers," Mom explained to Aunt Linda and Uncle 
Ronald, with somewhat of an embarrassed tone. At the same time, she 
sounded settled with her decision to do this to me. "He's just getting 
his wish, and then some."
	Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald visited briefly while David and Janet 
gathered up their belongings. David didn't bother to put his overalls 
back on and was content with leaving with just a diaper on him.
	Uncle Ronald and Aunt Linda seemed to accept seeing me in diapers 
and the way Mom was treating me after my Mom explained to them what she 
had gone through with me. As Aunt Linda was getting ready to head back 
out to the car she felt as if by having David wearing diapers that this 
influenced my behavior. She apologized to my mother, but Mom assured her 
sister that it wasn't her fault.
	"Eric would have found a way to get into diapers sooner or later," 
my Mom said. "I just saved him the trouble."
	"How long will Eric be in diapers?" Aunt Linda asked my mother.
	"It's hard to say," Mom said. "It'll be up to him to decide what 
he wants to do after he's been in diapers awhile."
	"How long is 'awhile?'" I thought to myself. By this time Aunt 
Linda and Uncle Ronald were ready to leave. They both gave Mom, Donna 
and me each a hug and a kiss goodbye. I stood at the door as I watched 
David waddle away, his white-diapered butt fading into the dark as Aunt 
Linda escorted him out to the car.
	After Mom closed the door I asked her how long she was going to 
make me wear diapers.
	"Awhile," she said.
	Again, I asked myself how long "awhile " was going to be. I then 
asked this pressing question out loud.
	"I haven't decided how long that will be."
	"When will you decide?" I asked my Mom.
	"In awhile. A very, very long while, and that is my final answer."

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