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."