Sven

This is loosely based on Greebo Tothe Max's own story as he 
told it to me.
By Jeff Digger

Contact the author at JeffDigger@usa.net.

Copyright (c) 2000 Jeff Digger. All rights reserved.

Age 6

	Sven fled to his room at a six-year-old's top speed, 
his three-year-old brother's diaper tucked under his shirt. 
Furtively, he stuffed it under his mattress, then looked 
around to make sure he hadn't been caught. He walked out 
into the main part of the house, thinking he looked calm. 
His mom, Paula, knew something was up, but took a long 
view: if it was important, she would find out soon enough.
	Sven didn't pee the whole day, anticipating his 
treasure. He wanted his mom to be happy with him, but, 
though his six-year-old mind could never form the words, he 
knew he had to seek his own happiness.
	It got really hard as the day went on. He dreamed of 
the diaper with the vivid imagination of a child, 
experiencing it almost as if it were real. A couple of 
times, he leaked a little, making his briefs damp.
	As the evening wore on, he got antsy waiting for mom 
to say it was time for bed. He bounced and wiggled and 
thrummed his fingers on the table. Curiously enough, due to 
the habit of resisting bedtime he never thought of just 
going to bed.
	Finally seven-thirty came. He looked at mom and dad. 
They were just reading. He thrummed loudly, but they 
continued to read. His tiny frame shrank down into the 
chair as he pondered his dilemma. Slowly, his brain sought 
a solution. With a grin, he sat straight up and let out a 
Tarzan yell that echoed through the house.
	"Shh, Sven. You'll wake the baby," cautioned Paula. 
She glanced at the clock. "In fact, it's time for you to go 
to bed."
	Sven continued the nighttime ritual. "Aw mom, can't I 
stay up just a little longer?" He sounded sincere, but as 
he whined, he remembered with panic that sometimes she said 
he could stay up.
	"Not tonight, dear." The tone of Paula's voice told 
him that negotiation was impossible.
	"Ok, mom." Unable to contain his excitement, he 
actually sounded cheerful. He bounced off the chair and 
bounded to his room. He quickly removed his clothes, 
remembering to toss them in the hamper. Just as quickly, he 
pulled on his pajamas and climbed into bed.
	Waiting for the next part of the ritual usually filled 
him with warmth. Tonight, waiting for his mom and dad to 
kiss him was torture. If the books they were reading were 
good, they would not show up until after he was asleep. 
Sven crossed his legs to hold his bladder and double-
crossed his fingers for luck. It seemed like forever, but 
mom and dad came in. He granted to each a kiss and a hug, 
each of them wished for him to sleep well.
	The light dimmed and the door closed. Sven quickly 
reached under the mattress and pulled out the diaper. He 
pulled down his pajama bottoms and inexpertly taped the 
diaper in place. Before his pajama bottoms were back in 
place, he felt the warmth spread in his diaper. He grinned 
as he felt the urine coat his bottom, felt at peace as it 
was slowly absorbed. He slept deeper that night than he 
ever had before.

Age 11

	Sven stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining 
his makeshift diaper made from a towel. He sighed. His 
brother Eddy had stopped wetting the bed. Even before then, 
Sven had had to cut back to a couple of diapers a week 
after his mom asked whether he knew why Eddy's diapers were 
going so fast.
	Sven slowly let go a stream of pee. It spread a little 
in the diaper then immediately started pouring on the 
floor. Sven felt the warm pee splatter his legs. It was 
kind of nice, but left a smelly mess to clean up. He wiped 
up the mess and hung the towel back on the rack, hoping it 
dried before someone noticed the smell.
	Sven cried himself to sleep that night.

Age 13

	Sven endured the 'How Wonderful it is to Grow Up' 
lecture. His dad explained a lot of things he had been 
wondering about, such as why gooey stuff sometimes came out 
of his dick at night. At first, Sven hoped he was starting 
to wet the bed so he could get diapers back. But when he 
told his mom, she examined the dried remnants on his 
pajamas and told him his father would explain.
	Sven Sr. wasted no time. That night, instead of just 
kissing and hugging Sven, he told him all about testicles 
and penises and erections and wet dreams and stuff. It all 
seemed pretty weird to Sven, but his dad seemed so excited 
about it, that he listened anyway. He gave particular 
attention to the part about erections. He got them lots and 
thought they were pretty neat.
	All in all, though, he was disappointed. As he lay in 
bed in the dark, fighting his tears, he wondered how he 
could come up with diapers. Money was the big issue. He was 
certain he could find the gumption to actually buy diapers, 
but with no money, he was stuck.
	As happens on rare occasions, the answer fell into his 
lap. The next day when he got home from school, his mom 
announced that their neighbor, Mr. Norton, had sprained his 
back and needed Sven to mow his lawn for a few months. He 
would pay five dollars per mowing. Since he watered and 
fertilized his lawn well, that would be twice a week.
	Sven ran three doors down to accept, then ran home for 
the lawn mower. In an hour, the task was done. Sven 
collected his five dollars and ran home. He had stashed the 
last of his birthday money in the closet. He pulled it out 
and counted two dollars and thirty-five cents. The last 
time they were in Wal-Mart he had sneaked off and priced 
diapers: five dollars and eighty-nine cents. Sven was 
pretty sure he had enough to cover sales tax.
	"Bye, mom," he called through the open window as he 
sped off on his bike. He heard his mom call after him, 
wondering where he was going, but he pretended he hadn't 
heard.
	It was two miles to Wal-Mart. He was sweaty by the 
time he got there. He chained his bike and calmly walked to 
the baby section. Just before he turned into the aisle, he 
stopped. He'd heard a familiar voice. It was Nate Jones.
	"Mom!" he complained, "Can't you just leave the pad on 
my bed. I don't want to wear diapers."
	"We've been through this before, Nate. I can't keep up 
with washing your sheets and mattress pad, even with the 
mattress cover. No one will know but you, me, and dad."
	Sven grinned. He had long wondered if anyone else his 
age wore diapers. He turned the corner, calling out, "Hi, 
Nate."
	Nate looked horrified and Nate's mom looked upset. 
Sven grabbed a package of Goodnight Pull-ups from the 
shelf. He noticed the package Nate's mom had was Pampers 
size six. "Do you like those?" he asked, pointing to the 
incriminating package.
	"I've never used any before," Nate mumbled sullenly.
	"Oh. Maybe we can trade and see which ones we like 
better. Is that Okay?"
	Nate just stared at him. Nate's mom nervously wondered 
how to handle this awkward situation.
	"Say, can you sleep over Friday?" Sven asked, 
excitement evident.
	"Um ... I can't."
	"Yeah, I know, it's hard to sleep over when you wet, 
but I wet, too. So it's Okay."
	A light came on in Nate's eyes. He quickly moved from 
an embarrassed slump to a wild jump. "Can I, mom?"
	Nate's mom looked from one pubescent boy to the other. 
She had heard about a lot of stuff that boys that age did 
on sleepovers. Hoping the reports were exaggerated, she 
answered, "Yes."
	The boys cheered and Sven got Nate's phone number, so 
he could let him know what his mom said. After he paid for 
his purchase, Sven rode home at top speed, hoping no one 
would recognize the telltale blue peeking out through the 
translucent the plastic bag.
	Sven sprang up the stairs and stashed his hoard in the 
closet without anyone seeing. He looked at the clock. It 
was five. Four hours he had to wait. Four long hours! As 
soon as his mom, Paula, got home, he asked her about the 
sleepover. She said yes. All was set, except he had to make 
sure he had some diapers left over on Friday.
	That evening dragged. Finally it was nine. He headed 
up to his room as if nothing special was happening. He 
locked the door, making sure to produce as little sound as 
possible. His dad had walked in once when he was looking at 
himself naked, and the next Saturday put a lock on his door 
'for privacy'. Sven ripped open the package and pulled out 
a diaper, stashing the pack back in it's hiding place. He 
smelled the special aroma that the diaper gave off. He 
rubbed it against his cheek. Slowly, allowing the 
anticipation to build, he stripped off his clothes once 
piece at a time. Each article of clothing was placed 
separately in the hamper. Savoring each precious 
millisecond as it slid up his legs, he pulled the diaper 
on.
	As soon as he pulled the diaper up he started wetting, 
as if it was a trigger. He had been holding it a long time, 
so the diaper quickly filled with the warm golden elixir 
and started leaking a bit. Sven didn't care. He had missed 
the feelings of wetting a diaper for so long, he only paid 
attention to the wonderful things that were happening.
	Lovingly, he patted his crotch, feeling the soft, 
soggy diaper gel caressing him. He stroked his bottom, 
delighting in the softness. He was shocked out of his 
reverie by a knock at the door.
	"Just a second!" he called. Quickly, he unlocked the 
door, then jumped into bed, knowing his parents would 
politely wait until he called. He pulled the covers up to 
his chin and cheerfully called, "Come in!"
	The bedtime ritual remained unchanged. Sven's mom and 
dad had marveled that their thirteen-year-old son not only 
tolerated a good night kiss, but looked forward to it. They 
couldn't help but hope it lasted.
	Something about Sven made Paula want to stay. After 
the ritual, she sat on the edge of the bed and held his 
hand, stroking it with her own. They silently watched each 
other, peaceful smiles escaping their faces and invading 
their whole beings. Sven felt himself wet again, and didn't 
care, knowing that since he was lying on his back, the 
water would soak into the still dry back of the diaper. 
After a while, Paula left and turned off the light. Sven 
drifted into deep peaceful sleep.
	In the morning, Sven quickly noticed his diaper had 
leaked. He pulled back the covers to let the mattress dry, 
stuffed the soggy diaper in his trash can, and went to take 
a shower. Soon he was dressed, and the garbage was in the 
outside bin. He noticed the bed looked pretty wet, the wet 
spot was at least two feet across. He shrugged and hoped 
his mom wouldn't notice.
	That evening, when it was time to go to bed, Sven 
pulled another diaper on and disappeared under the cover to 
wait for his parents. Soon they arrived. This time his 
father sat on the bed.
	"Sven, your mom noticed your bed was wet this morning. 
Did you wet the bed?"
	Sven turned red and answered, "Yes, papa."
	"Has that happened before?" Sven Sr.'s face was full 
of kind concern.
	"Not since I was a baby."
	"Well. If it starts happening much, even a little, 
will you let me know?"
	"Sure, pa."
	As his body now too big for the Pull-ups, Sven wet the 
bed twice more that week. His mom made an appointment with 
the pediatrician for Monday. Sven was worried about what he 
was going to say, but decided just to play it cool.

Sleepover

	On Friday, Nate showed up at six. Paula had ordered 
pizza and root beer. They chattered through dinner, getting 
better acquainted. They watched videos until midnight, then 
decided to turn in. The boys disrobed in Sven's room with 
their backs to each other, each trying unsuccessfully to 
sneak peeks at the other. When he was naked, Sven tried to 
casually cover himself while walking over to the closet. He 
pulled out one of his Pull-ups. He handed it to Nate. Nate 
was trying to casually cover himself, too. They exchanged 
diapers. Sven was disappointed that he was a little too 
small for a Pampers size six, too.
	The boys crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep. In 
the morning both were soaked. They dumped their used 
diapers in the trashcan. Then Sven marched naked down the 
hall to the bathroom to take a shower. Nate was shocked. He 
quickly pulled on his pants and ran after Sven. When he 
walked into the bathroom, Sven was shocked.
	"Do you always walk in on people in the bathroom?" 
Sven asked, a little put out.
	"Well, yeah. When one of my brothers is in there. Do 
you always walk down the hall naked?"
	"Well, yeah," The looked at each other, each a bit put 
off with the other's family habits. At the same time they 
realized that most families probably had different habits.
	When Sven jumped in the shower, Nate jumped in with 
him. It surprised Sven enough he got an erection, which 
they both tried to ignore. A minute after seeing Sven's 
erection, Nate felt his own growing. Soon both boys were 
grinning at each other's embarrassment. They quickly 
relaxed and finished showering, which helped their 
erections to go away. When they were done with the shower, 
Nate started to pull on his pants. Sven gave him a look 
like he was weird, so Nate left them off and walked down 
the hall with Sven. Sven's ten-year-old brother ignored 
them as he headed for breakfast.
	After breakfast, Sven and Nate climbed a tree in the 
back yard and started to talk.
	"Do you like wearing diapers?" Sven asked Nate.
	"Not really," was the reply.
	"Don't you like the way they feel when they're all 
squishy?" asked Sven, a bit incredulous.
	In immediately dawned on Nate what Sven was getting 
at. "You mean you like diapers?" It was Nate's turn to be 
incredulous.
	"Well, yeah."
	"Why?"
	Sven thought for a minute. "Well, I like the way it 
feels when the pee runs over me and fills up the diaper, 
then soaks in. And I like the way diapers feel when they're 
wet. And I sleep better in a warm soggy diaper."
	Nate thought for a few minutes. He realized that he 
was never awake when he wet, so he didn't really know what 
it felt like to pee in a diaper. He also realized that he 
was so put out at having to wear a diaper that he had never 
noticed if it felt good. His curiosity was aroused. He 
looked over at Sven, embarrassed at his own thoughts. Sven 
recognized the look and used a tactic his father used 
often.
	"I've got a magic wand," he started. "If I wave it 
over you, you can say anything and it's okay." He waved the 
imaginary wand over Nate's head.
	"You won't tell anyone?"
	"Nope," replied Sven with a finality that Nate found 
reassuring.
	Nate took a deep breath and shared his thoughts. "I 
don't know what it feels like to pee a diaper. I'm always 
asleep when it happens." Nate looked at Sven to see how he 
was taking it. Sven was simply listening. "Can we try a 
diaper now?" Nate's voice was tremulous.
	Sven's eyes grew wide. He had never thought of wearing 
a diaper during the day. The more he mulled over the idea, 
the better it sounded. "Sure!" His excitement nearly 
produced a shout.
	The boys scrambled down the tree and into Sven's room. 
They each pulled out a diaper and put it on under their 
clothes. With a mischievous look on his face, Sven led the 
way to the kitchen and together, they drank a full two 
quarts of apple juice. As he drank the juice, Sven felt an 
urge to pee, so he spread his legs a little and let go. For 
some reason, standing in the kitchen enhanced the feelings 
of wetting a diaper. Nate recognized Sven's stance and wet, 
too.
	The boys watched each other's face as they emptied 
their bladders into their diapers. They climbed back up in 
the tree and chatted while waiting for the apple juice to 
work its way through their bodies. Occasionally, one would 
pee and the other would notice from their rigid posture. 
One time Sven was obviously wetting, Nate noticed water 
dripping from the branch. He pointed it out to Sven. Sven 
felt his bottom. It was soaked!
	Sven wondered if Nate had the same problem. He swung 
upside down on the branch, holding on with his knees. Sure 
enough, Nate had a spreading wet spot, too.
	"What are we going to do?" asked Nate.
	Sven looked around for something that might help. He 
pointed to the sprinkler in the yard. "Sprinklers!" both 
boys yelled. They climbed out of the tree and quickly 
turned on the sprinkler. Soon they were soaked through. 
When they were tired of the sprinklers, they went to get 
changed. Paula intercepted them at the door.
	"You're not traipsing through my house in those soaked 
clothes. Go around to the garage and I'll get you a towel."
	Sven grinned and led the way to the garage door. As 
soon as they were inside, Sven started stripping off his 
wet clothes. Nate hesitated.
	"My mom's seen lots of boys!" Sven exclaimed.
	Nate looked perturbed but started to take off his 
clothes. Both boys were just getting ready to dump his 
diaper when Paula opened the door. She looked surprised, 
but quickly recovered. "Would you boys like a fresh 
diaper?"
	"Diaper?" called Eddy from the kitchen, running up to 
see.
	"Never you mind," said Paula, ushering Eddy back into 
the kitchen.
	"But I want to see," called Eddy.
	Nate and Sven looked at each other, knowing they would 
have to do something to keep Eddy quiet. While they were 
still considering their options, Paula returned with two of 
their diapers.
	"Here you go," she said cheerfully, handing each boy 
the type of diaper he was already wearing. She gathered up 
the wet clothes and put them in the washer while the boys 
put on the diapers and got dressed in the dry clothes. They 
went into Sven's room for a war council. After ten minutes 
of deliberation they had a plan.
	"Eddy," called Sven, "can you come here, please."
	Eddy knew something was up because Sven said 'please', 
but he came anyway. When Eddy was in the room, Nate closed 
the door.
	"Eddy, if I show you something, will you promise not 
to tell anyone?" Sven asked.
	"I already seen your dick!" Eddy chortled.
	"It's not my dick," Sven replied a bit peeved.
	"I seen his dick, too!" Eddy pointed at Nate, who was 
getting worried.
	"Ok. I tried to be nice ..." Sven's voice had the 
sickly sweet tone of mock loving coercion. "Remember when 
you peed on the Paskett's dog last week? Well, if you don't 
do what I say, I'll tell."
	"Do what?" demanded Eddy. He knew Sven would follow 
through on his threat. He also knew that the trouble he 
would get in was not worth much.
	"Wear a diaper the rest of the day."
	Eddy snorted. "Why?"
	"So if you tell anyone about our diapers, we'll tell 
them about yours."
	Eddy looked from Sven to Nate and back. They both had 
the grim look of naked determination. It was an easy 
decision. Eddy didn't particularly mind diapers. He hadn't 
really had a nighttime accident for the last two years 
before he stopped wetting. He just was too lazy to get up 
and go potty during the night. He decided to get some extra 
mileage out of this deal.
	"Okay," Eddy proposed with an amused look on his face, 
"if you both will wear just a diaper until Nate has to go."
	Nate and Sven looked at each other. Neither had 
expected this sort of bargaining. Nate shrugged. Sven 
looked back at Eddy. "Ok, if you do, too."
	"Pinky swear!" called Eddy.
	Sven was ready to pinky swear when Nate called out, 
"No, butt swear. Naked butt swear." This raised the deal to 
its highest levels. By tradition, if you broke a naked butt 
swear, you had to kiss the butt of the person on whose butt 
you swore.
	"Ok," echoed Sven and Eddy.
	All three boys dropped their pants, underwear and 
diapers. Each boy placed a hand on the other two's butts 
and repeated after Nate. "I naked butt swear I will never 
tell anyone about any of us wearing diapers and I'll wear 
only a diaper until it's time for Nate to go home."
	The three dressed just in diapers and went to watch a 
video. The three boys marching through the house in just 
diapers raised Paula's eyebrows, but she didn't say 
anything. By the time the video was over, all three boys 
had a wet diaper and Nate's mom showed up at the door to 
pick him up. Nate's mom raised her eyebrows too at the 
sight of three boys in diapers in the middle of the day. 
She, too, said nothing.

Age 14

	"Naked dick swear!" insisted Eddy desperately. At 
twelve, he was getting intensely sensitive about what 
schoolmates might find out about his private life. Nate and 
Sven had only heard this ceremony talked about in whispers. 
If you broke the promise, you had to kiss the person's dick 
on which you swore. There were rumors that Micah Phillips 
and Brad Pedersen dick swore all the time then broke their 
promise on purpose. No one accused them of that to their 
faces, though.
	Sven's parents were taking the three of them to 
Disneyland for two days straight. Sven had proposed that 
they never use a toilet the whole time for any reason, and 
that they not hide their diapers at all, no matter who 
might see them. Since he was sure he couldn't hide it from 
them, he had already cleared it with their parents. At 
first the idea had grossed Nate out, but started to sound 
like fun. In order to protect themselves, they had brought 
Eddy in on it. Nate had had to dig up three of Eddy's 
punishable misdeeds to convince him to swear. They were 
almost there. They just had to decide if they were willing 
to dick swear.
	"Well, okay," Nate said, unsure of this bargain.
	"Ok," said Sven, hoping Eddy agreed to this 
compromise.
	Eddy thought for a minute, then agreed.
	They dropped their pants slowly, each realizing that 
none of them had touched another boy's dick before. Before 
their underwear were out of the way, each boy was stiff, 
giving the others an ample handle to hold. Since Eddy had 
proposed the ritual, he led the chant, "I naked dick swear 
that I will never tell anyone about our dare."
	Satisfied with the promise and embarrassed about their 
compromising position, each boy quickly hid their raging 
erection behind a thick disposable. Sven and Nate had saved 
up their money and bought two packages of Attends. It made 
the dare more fun because they so noisy. They finished 
dressing just as Sven, Sr. called them to the car.
	When he heard the crinkle of their diapers as they 
crawled in the car, Sven Sr. laughed, then explained, "I 
want you boys to know mom and I are not going change any 
poopy diapers. And, if you poop in your diaper, do it out 
of the car and change it before you get back in."
	"Ok, dad," the boys answered sheepishly.
	"Did you boys bring a plastic bag to put used diapers 
in?" asked Paula.
	"No."
	"Well, I'll be back in a minute." Paula quickly 
returned with several plastic garbage bags and ties. They 
headed out.
	Before they had gone a hundred miles, the boys had 
drunk two cokes each and wet several times. Their diaper 
experiences of the last year told them that they were about 
to leak. They begged dad to stop at a gas station so they 
could change.
	"Boys, we can't stop every hundred miles. We have a 
thousand to go before midnight," Sven, Sr. remarked. 
Everyone was silent for a minute. "Tell you what. The next 
convenience store we find, I'll show you how to make a 
diaper doubler."
	The boys wondered what a diaper doubler was, but were 
happy that they could stop. In another ten minutes, they 
sighted a truck stop. The boys each pulled out an Attends 
and carried it into the truck stop, careful not to hide it 
so they wouldn't break their promise. Sven, Sr. told them 
to wait. He found some baby diapers and paid for them. Then 
he took all three boys in rest room.
	He started with Nate. He took the diaper Nate brought 
in and had Nate lie on the floor. He pulled down Nate's 
pants and unfastened his diaper. Nate got embarrassed 
having his best friend's dad see him naked up close and 
personal. Sven Sr. slid the open Attends under Nate's 
bottom, then opened the package of baby diapers. He pulled 
out two diapers and slit the plastic cover top to bottom 
with a pocket knife. He put the baby diapers inside the 
Attends where they would cover Nate's dick. He then 
fastened the Attends tightly and helped Nate pull up his 
pants.
	Nate was aghast! The diaper was so thick, his pants 
wouldn't snap. Sven Sr. grinned and motioned Sven to lie 
down. Just after Sven's diaper was off, a trucker walked 
in! The trucker just took one look and laughed. "I wear 
them, too, on long trips," he remarked, then went about his 
business. Sven and Nate laughed, too.
	Then Sven Sr. surprised them all. He put a triple 
diaper on himself! "This way we won't have to stop except 
for gas until we get to Anaheim!" he chortled.
	"What about mom?" asked Eddy.
	"You'll see."
	They went out into the store, where Sven Sr. bought 
each of them a large coke. Soon Paula appeared. The boys 
grinned. They could see the bulk of her diaper under her 
sweat pants too. They heaped themselves into the car and 
headed out. They only had to stop twice for gas.
	At the hotel, it looked a sight, five people, bulky 
diapers swelled with pee, waddling to their hotel rooms. 
Sven Sr., helped the boys find their room and changed each 
of them. When he was done, Paula brought in three bottles 
of warm milk and a bundle of clothes. "I thought you boys 
might enjoy really playing up your fantasies." She plopped 
a bottle in each boy's mouth, then put a footed blanket 
sleeper on each one. Nate felt uncomfortable being dressed 
by someone else's mom, but let it go.
	Soon the door was closed. Each of the boys had to 
poop, but didn't want to do it too publicly. They giggled 
as they heard each other grunt and pass gas. After they 
were done, they drifted off to sleep, sucking on their 
bottles in chorus.
	The next morning Paula came in just after the sun. She 
threw the curtains wide, then said, "Time to get up! It's 
my turn to diaper you this morning." She sniffed. "From the 
smell of it, you boys were busy during the night!" One by 
one she stripped the sleepers off the boys and removed the 
diapers. They had rolled around in the poop during the 
night, so Paula really had to scrub to get them clean. Both 
Eddy and Sven got hard as she cleaned off the poop. 
Especially Sven, as the poop stuck to his pubic hair.
	When it was Nate's turn, he protested, "But the 
curtain's open. Anyone can see in!"
	"Babies don't care if people see them!" she responded 
as she unzipped his sleeper. Nate got a scared look on his 
face, but didn't say anything. As she unfastened his diaper 
and started to clean off the poop, three people walked by, 
but they didn't look in. Before she had cleaned all of the 
poop out of his hair, he had a surprised look on his face 
and was breathing funny. Paula just finished her job as if 
nothing was happening.
	She looked at her three naked pubescent boys with 
satisfaction. Quickly she made three triple diapers and 
taped them up. Then she pulled out some clothes. "These 
will fit over your diapers better than your other clothes." 
The clothes looked sort of childish, but at least they 
didn't have to worry about snapping their pants shut over 
their diapers. Paula stuffed diaper supplies in each boy's 
daypack and they were off.
	The boys ran through Disneyland, having the time of 
their lives. Because of the triple diaper, they didn't have 
to change all day. When the left Disneyland for dinner, 
Sven Sr. changed them at the hotel. Nate was relieved he 
didn't feel the weird but exciting feelings that Paula had 
given him. They ate a quick dinner, then stayed at 
Disneyland until midnight. All three boys pooped on the bus 
on the way home. All the adults on the bus tried not to 
notice, but several of the kids giggled.
	In violation of his own edict, Sven Sr. changed their 
poopy diapers and put to bed with a bottle again. They 
slept soundly that night.
	The next day was more of the same, only when Paula 
changed them it was easier since they weren't poopy. They 
boys revisited all the rides they liked best and tried 
those few they hadn't been on yet. Nate began to get more 
and more uncomfortable as his butt started itching. At 
five, they met on Main Street, then headed to the car. 
Paula changed each of the boys, one at a time, on the 
middle seat before they headed out. Nate slept that night 
at their house only stopping at home on the way to school.

	The Broken Promise

	Everything went well at school the next few days.

	Not finished yet