Joe Part one Joe's and Tim's History Joe and Tim were twins born in England on their parents' holiday. They were three weeks premature, and were in hospital for two months. They stayed in Europe until they were one, when they moved back to their parents' house in Seattle, Washington. Joe and Tim were identical, and they enrolled in all the same schools, activities and clubs. They were both in diapers full time, until half-way through kindergarten, when Joe stopped wearing them during the day- time. When they started elementary school, Joe was out of diapers and Tim continued wetting until the second grade. When they were thirteen, Tim was in a car with a friend and his mother. A lorry drove into them, and the mother broke her arm. Tim's friend escaped with cuts and bruises, and Tim harmed his bladder. After some surgery, the doctors reconstructed his bladder, but he couldn't control it. He was in full-time diapers for the next three months, upon which he gained the most control the doctors said he could get. They told the family he would need bedwetting diapers, and for long trips and places where he doesn't know where the toilet is going to be, he would need to wear diapers, because he probably wouldn't be able to hold anything for more than seven minutes. With Tim's incontinence, he started getting more attention from their parents. Joe couldn't get the attention he wanted, so he started walking around in Tim's diapers. His parents just stripped off the diaper when they found him for the first few weeks, but eventually just let him be, and Joe ended up in diapers for more time than Tim. Just after their fourteenth, the family got used to Tim's incontinence and started equalizing the attention. They put their foot down about the diapers though, and said that they were for Tim only. Joe missed wearing diapers, and whenever he could be inconspicuous, stole one of Tim's Depends and messed one up in the bathroom. Age 15 It was two weeks after Tim and Joe's fifteenth, and they were just walking up from the bus station. Joe unlocked the door. They lugged their PE kits into the kitchen to be washed. They had just had a two hour soccer lesson in the rain, and they were both really tired. Tim went into his room quickly and changed, and went in the front room to watch TV. Joe went into his room to change and watched TV in there. After about ten minutes, he needed to go to the bathroom and got up to go. Then he remembered they'd just been shopping and Tim had a new crate of diapers. He realised no-one would notice one had gone missing. He went into Tim's bedroom, and over to the large changing table, and pulled out the second drawer down. He found it hard not to be so exited at the sight of so many diapers in one place that he laughed and shouted, but he restrained it and quickly stuffed one down his shirt and nipped next door into the bathroom. He locked the door and stripped everything off. He lay himself down and taped up the diaper as tight as he could. It felt better that way. He was about to sit on the toilet, when his Mum shouted upstairs: "Joe, Tim and me are going out for about an hour." "OK," he replied. Great! His Dad was still on a company holiday, and he had the place to himself. He waited until he heard the front door close, and he opened the bathroom door. He walked back into Tim's room. With no-one around, he could replenish his own supply of diapers. He had a loose floorboard in his room, which no-one knew about. He could fit baby lotion, baby wipes and talc in there, but only three diapers, four if he stuffed them tight. He had completely run out of diapers, so he could walk through the house and not be seen. His bedroom was through the kitchen, on the bottom floor so there was no way he could not be seen with anyone around. He picked five diapers from the drawer and put two back in from the crate in his wardrobe, and evened them out so no-one could tell six diapers had gone. He ran through to his room and opened the floor board and stuffed four diapers in. Then he went in the front room and watched TV, during which he dirtied and soaked his diaper. He walked around like this for ages, because he loved the feel. Then he went to Tim's room and lay on his table. He felt best that way. He un-taped himself and put the diaper in a bag, and buried it in the bin. Then he wiped himself up and freshened his crotch with the lotions. Then he taped the other diaper on and got dressed. He found he could walk around with people in the house wearing a diaper, he just couldn't mess it because people could smell it. Tim and his Mum came back soon, and Tim and Joe watched TV for a while, during which Joe wet his diaper twice. Joe decided enough was enough. He was going to be a full-time diaper wearer, without question of failure. Part two The next day, his father came back from the company holiday. He told them he was getting a promotion, along with a pay rise. They had a big Indian takeaway to celebrate, during which he told everyone he was going to need an office at home because of his new position. He had decided that since Tim's room was the smallest, that Tim and Joe would have to share again, and the office would go in there. "Dad, no!" was Tim's immediate reaction. "I don't want to sleep with my brother!" (Joe had a double-bed in his room because it was there when they moved in.) "But that'll only be for one night, we're going into Idaho to get bunk beds, a new changing table, some stuff for the office, and a computer!" Joe and Tim had always wanted a computer in the house, but their parents couldn't afford it, and didn't need it, until now. Joe was actually quite pleased about the new arrangements, but didn't let on. "Yuck," he said, "I don't want changing tables and diapers in my room!" "Yeah, and if we're sharing the same room, why should I be the only one in diapers?" Tim said. "Hey," Joe said, pleased with himself at sounding so authentic. "I'm sure Joe won't make you feel unwelcome in that respect." I don't think I'll have any problems with that, thought Joe, in reference to his plan. "Look," said Dad, "I know this sounds like it completely sucks at first, but you'll both get used to it." The conversation was soon back on to Dad's holiday, and the subject was almost forgotten. After dinner, they moved Tim's furniture out of the small room. His bed and wardrobe didn't fit in Joe's room, so they went on the landing for the time being. His changing table fit right under the window, and he got out a sleeping bag, pyjamas and clothes for tomorrow. His old toy boxes, books etc... went with Joe's easily. They both stayed up until ten thirty, then both decided to go to bed. His mum asked Joe to put Tim's diaper on, and he said OK. They were both comfortable with this, because Joe had seen all Tim's 'bits' before (on himself) and Tim often felt uncomfortable with his Mum doing it anyway. Neither of them knew why. So they both completely stripped off and Tim lay down on the giant changing table. "Did you drink much?" Joe asked. "Quite a lot," Tim replied. "OK, do you want a diaper doubler or cloth?" "Uh, doubler." So Joe opened the second drawer and took a Depends, then the fourth drawer, and took two size six 'Pampers Baby Dry' from the bag. He got out the scissors from the third drawer and cut a cross in the absorbent materials, and used the built-in tapes to attach them to the bottom of Tim's butt. Then he lifted him butt off the table and put the depends in place. He strapped him up tight and struggled on the plastic pants. Then he decided to go for it. "If it'll make you feel better, you can put a diaper on me." "Don't be silly," Tim said. "No, really. 'Cos you were saying earlier how you didn't think it was fair..." Tim paused. "Well, if you don't mind..." He said getting off the table. In reply, Joe simply climbed up on the table and lifted his butt. Tim was completely amazed, but pleased at not having to be an 'outsider.' "Did you drink a lot?" he finally said. "No, just two glasses of milk. Do you want cloth or disposable?" "Depends, I guess." Tim strapped the diaper up, and Joe got down. It had turned into a hot day, so they both got straight into bed without pyjamas. No sooner had they got in when Tim got up again. "Where you going?" I need to go poop." "But you're wearing your diapers." "Yeah, and normally I'd use them, but you won't want the smell in your room." "It's your room too, remember? I don't mind, honestly. Look, I'll go, too." Tim was really pleased now, he was making him feel really welcome. He climbed back into bed, and was able to get going quickly, because of all his practice. Joe could also start easily, because he'd sometimes worn them to bed anyway. "Night." "Night."