Joey's Tale Chapter 1 Timmy Bryant steered his bike over the rough trail at a speed insane to any but a nine year old endure fanatic. Down a dip between two trees he pumped hard on the peddles - standing up as he came over the dip to let the bike rise into the air in a perfectly executed jump. Timmy swerved around the corner by the big rock, leaning over to send a spray of gravel to one side, placing his foot out to catch himself as the bike halted. The boy pulled up his four foot five inch frame and grinned at a startled Joey Caruthers who was sitting moping on the rock. It was a magnificently executed maneuver, and he expected the brown haired boy to show proper appreciation. Instead, the blood drained from the startled boy's face as he scuttled rapidly down behind the rock. Joey Caruthers looked the same age as Timmy, pink cheeked with a notable cowlick which made his short hair turn up to one side of his forehead. What Timmy noticed most, however, were Joey's peculiarly bulky bright red short-shorts, to which a pale blue T-shirt didn't quite reach. There was no mistaking the frosty white plastic poking up at the back of the broad elastic waistband Surprised, but not at all nonplused, he said "Hi! I'm Timmy Bryant. Who are you?" He raised a brown sun tanned arm up over his head and ran his hand through the blond stubble of his slightly punk new crew-cut. His father had been a little startled at first, but decided that it was kind of cute on the slim freckled little kid, and had not gotten out the kitchen shears to modify it. The boy's mother had laughed cheerfully, and said that it was ad right so long as it didn't mean that he'd soon be wearing spiked heels, lipstick and a leather collar. Items which the nine year old hardly considered right for a world class endure rider. All Joey could gasp out in response to Timmy's appearance was a frightened "Go away! Go Away!", which he repeated hysterically over and over, desperately hoping that Timmy would leave. Despite Joey's pleading. Timmy hopped on top of the rock, jumped down next to him, and stared right at his bulging shorts. Frozen with fright and shame, Joey burst into tears. Now there wasn't a hope that he could make friends in his new neighborhood, Just like Westover Street, there would be continual taunts, teasings, and pantsings. The kids wouldn't leave him alone. Fascinated by the fact that he had to wear diapers, they pursued him. He hated the diapers, which his mother put on extra thick so that they would show even to the most casual inspection. Every time the bed was wet, he would be made to wear them at night and after school for a week. She'd sent him to school wearing them once. It had been horrible - he'd nearly died as he'd dragged his feet up the steps to the school, stealing glances at the kids to either side. The thick folds of the double diapers between his legs forced him to waddle slightly, though he squeezed his legs together till they hurt as he walked. A pair of light blue shorts and the candy sniped crew necked shirt had provided little means of concealment. It hadn't taken long for the kids to notice him. A teacher, seeing the shame faced boy surrounded by laughing children, had taken him by the hand straight to the head office. The principle had asked Joey why he was wearing diapers, and seemed upset at Joey's somewhat broken and semi-coherent reply. He sat Joey on the couch in his office until the ten o'clock break, and then had driven him home, where he spoke to his mother. Though, Joey'd been sent up to his room as soon as he'd arrived, he'd heard angry words coming from downstairs and a door slam as Mr. Jones had left. Life had been pure hell for the next few weeks at school, and his bed wetting had gotten worse, till every morning he had woken up sopped. His dad, who said little about his problem when he was younger, started to make caustic comments at dinner, in front of his sister and once in front of one of Joey's few friends. The friend had snickered at his dad's comments, and had eagerly accepted the opportunity to watch Joey be night diapered After that Joey had no friends. Joey had hoped that he could hide out in the woods behind their new house when his mother forced him out to play. He still clung desperately to a few tattered shreds of pride. No way he was going to be stem until he had had a week of dry nights and could explore the neighborhood without his diapers. The short T-shirt his mother had made, so everyone could see the diapers poking out behind his shorts when he bent over, had been the last straw, and he wasn't going to let anyone in his new neighborhood see him dressed in anything but normal boy's clothes. There had been several close calls when he'd seen children playing near by. but each time he'd managed to run into the woods before any had approached near enough to see what he was wearing. Once he'd been chased, and he'd hidden half frightened to death in some thorn bushes as the children ran back and forth searching for the strange new boy. He'd cut himself up badly, but none of the children had been interested enough to explore in the briars. Now it was all over, and he braced himself for the laughter and taunts with which this boy, and soon the whole neighborhood, would be tearing into what little self esteem he still possessed. Joey was very startled, then, when the blond haired boy had reached over and put an arm gently around his heaving shoulders. "Hey! I wear diapers too, and I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to." Said Timmy. "What!" stuttered Joey. He couldn't believe his ears. He knew that several of his friends had also wet their beds back at Abraham Lincoln Elementary, but none of them had ever shared any such secret with him, much less stood behind him when the rest of the school had gone after him. Joey wasn't the kind of boy who would hurt another to deflect humiliation or hurt from himself, and had kept mum about his former friends problems. Despite that none of them would be seen with him after he'd shown up that awful morning at school. "Sure thing!" he said in disbelief. "No, honest!" the other boy said, I wear night diapers to bed every night and sometimes during the day too! Besides, I like em - how about you?" Joey looked at Timmy, not sure whether to be angry, frightened, or what - half hoping that it was true and seriously scared that he was being lead on. It had been over a year since he had had anyone he could call a friend, and he only cautiously let down his guard a bit. He was beyond trusting anyone, but not beyond hoping. Finally, he said to Timmy "No! I hate em; they're awful. Everyone makes fun of me, and my mother makes me wear them and this T-shirt and shorts so everyone can see!" To Joey's surprise Timmy looked genuinely shocked and upset. "Geez, that's awful" he said, "my mother never makes me wear em - I ask to. "What! Why?" Joey stammered - this he couldn't believe. "I don't know why" replied Timmy "I've always wanted to, almost since my mother took me out of diapers the first time. I was six years old, and hadn't stopped wetting my bed, but one evening when my parents had a party I was brought down in my sleeper and diaper to say good night to the guests and I got real embarrassed. One of the guests said that I was awful old to be wearing diapers, and everyone looked at me. I felt so weird. When mom carried me upstairs again I asked her how long I'd have to keep wearing them and when I could stop. She said she didn't know when, but I was out of diapers shortly after that - even though I still wet the bed." Joey's suspicions faded, replaced by genuine interest. He couldn't believe this. He'd never been able to even talk about his problems with another kid. Even those who he knew wet their beds, because their moms knew his, denied wetting the bed at all if you asked em. Even if this kid were a little weird, if he were telling the truth, then Joey was safe, this kid would never tell on him. "How come you still wear diapers then, if your mother took you out of them?" Joey asked. "Oh" said Timmy, "Mom found an old diaper that I'd snuck from the linen closet when I was seven and had wet while playing with it. I didn't know what to do with it, so I hid it in the back of the closet. It was horrible at first. I came home from school, and mother was waiting for me. She asked me to come sit down with her on the couch in the living room. She told me that she'd noticed a terrible smell in my closet, and had found this smelly old diaper when putting my clothes away. She wanted to know what it was doing there. I was so scared, I started to shake. I stammered out a story about how I'd waited too long to go to the bathroom late at night and had an accident on the floor on the way to the toilet and had used it to clean up the floor. I said that I'd hidden it because I was scared and ran upstairs to my room in tears. After about ten minutes Mom came upstairs into my room and sat down on the bed next to me. She put her arm on my back and said that she didn't think that what I had told her was the truth - that she thought that I was playing with the diaper and had hid it from her because I was scared she'd find out I didn't say anything, so she just bent over and gave me a kiss and a hug and left my room. "On Christmas morning two months later, the bottom of my stocking had a card of diaper pins in it with a note from my mother saying that now that I had my own, could I leave hers in the sewing kit. I pretended I didn't know what she was talking about, but she just smiled. After she had little Billy I often snuck his diapers and plastic pants, but the diapers didn't fit very well, and all I could do was play with the plastic pants. Just after I turned eight, when Billy was about a year old, I went into Billy's room to get a diaper and found two new large pairs of plastic pants that looked like they'd fit me next to Billy's small ones. I grabbed them and ran to my mom. I didn't know what they were doing there, but I couldn't resist them. They were wonderful big toddler extra-large white frosty Gerber plastic pants. I skinnied out of my shorts and underwear as fast as possible and when I opened them up to try on a pair, a note fell out which said "to Timmy, from mother - who loves her big-little boy very much. Have fun!" After dinner that night mom said she'd be up to help me get ready for bed. She hadn't done that since I was seven, so I was a bit confused until she walked into my room with my own stack of diapers and asked if I'd like to wear one. She said she really didn't mind, it kind of reminded her of when I was little. She thought I'd really been a cutey, with a great big chuckle every time she pinned me up. At first I was scared, but I couldn't resist, so I just nodded. Wow! When she pulled that big thick diaper up between my legs it was the greatest! Just before she finished Dad came into my room. Boy was I embarrassed. But he said that it was fine with him too, that he'd played with diapers when he was a boy and had been terrified someone would find out - they never did, but he wanted me to grow up not being scared about it." "Come on. You expect me to believe all that." said Joey. "Honest" said Timmy "Scouts honor, cross my heart hope to die - I love to wear diapers." "Either you're a liar or a sissy or something!" said Joey suddenly unsure about whether he really believed this kid or not "You're hardly one to talk said" Timmy "you're wearing diapers like a baby right now!" "Go to Hell!" said Joey. Suddenly, every bit of anger stored in Joey's heart welled up from deep inside him and he lunged at the other boy, tackling him as they both fell to the ground. Fists flew, and there was a great flurry of twisting and wrestling, with legs wrapping over each other in an attempt to get a killer hold. Dust flew. Suddenly Joey realized that his diapers and shorts had slipped half way down to his knees as he was squirming out of a leg lock around his waist. He remembered that his diapers were soaked. He'd pleaded with his mother that morning while she was changing him not to have to wear diapers just for the day. But his mother had said no, and he'd gotten real angry and started yelling and had run naked around the room trying to avoid being diapered. After his mother had snagged him from under the bed, she put his wet night diapers back on because he'd been so rude, and told him that he'd have to wear the wet diapers all day as punishment - Now this kid would think he wet his pants as well as his bed. At the same time he noticed that the light blue T-shirt was tipped. Not only was he in for more humiliation at the hands of this rotten kid, but he was in serious trouble when he got home! These sudden thoughts caused Joey to let down his guard, and Timmy, suddenly gaining the advantage, straddled the now half diapered boy, sitting on his chest, with his knees tightly pinning Joey's arms,. Joey tried to kick himself free, only to realize that the diapers and shorts around his knees very effectively restrained the usefulness of this tactic. He bucked as hard as he could to no avail, and finally lay there, naked from the waist down for anyone to see. His private parts exposed . He'd only recently started to get really shy, having become fascinated not only by his own genitals but by those of boys his own age and older as well. He'd become acutely aware of exactly how his own smooth little crotch and tiny penis looted, and was wondering when he'd grow hair like his father. Now, however, he was red with embarrassment and terrified that someone might come along. Realizing that he was hopelessly pinned, he stopped moving and lay there - every muscle tense. "Let me up!" he shouted "You ripped my shin". "No way." said Timmy," you attacked me and called me a sissy and a liar. Now you can apologize." "Uh-uh." said Joey. "Then I'll just sit on you until some girls come along" said Timmy Maliciously. Joey knowing when he was defeated went limp. "Would you really do that" asked Joey, in a quiet voice. "Sure" said Timmy, knowing that he never would. After all boys have to stick together, and humiliating one another in front of girls, was simply not part of the nine year old's code. Girls were disgusting, and always acted incredibly superior. "Well maybe - oh OK, I wouldn't really. "Then I'm sorry" said Joey "suddenly ashamed of how he'd behaved. This boy really hadn't done a thing to him, and if he'd told the truth, Joey had probably ruined any chance he'd had to make a friend. It was all his fault. He started to cry again. He couldn't help himself. "I'm sorry" he gasped "everyone makes fun of me, and I don't have any friends, and I can't play baseball because dad said I'd have to wear diapers to little league, and ---. "Oh that's all right" Timmy interrupted him, getting off Joey. "I don't blame you not liking being made to wear diapers. Besides" he said, and suddenly meaning it, "I'11 be your friend. I love to wear diapers and you hate to wear them - but at least we can talk to each other about it, which we can't really do with the other kids." "What'll I do about my torn shirt, my mother will kill me. Dad'll give me a belt spanking when he gets home!" Joey started to shake, and the tears slid gently down his downy cheeks. His father had a terrible temper and he was genuinely, with good reason, terrified of what his father would do to him over the tom clothing. "You can come to my house" Timmy said "My mother will sew your shirt up so you can't tell it's been tipped, and you can get cleaned up too. My mother's really good at sewing - she makes me all sorts of things." Some pretty special too, he thought to himself. "You can sit on my bike seat, and I'11 stand up and peddle us home real fast so no one can see your diapers. I'm the BMX champion for the whole fourth grade - and when I go - I go. Hang on to me. Besides" he added with a grin "you've got some extra padding to take the bumps." This seemed the only possible way out for Joey. He was overwhelmed and suddenly very grateful to his new friend - and wanted to leave as fast as possible. He grabbed his shorts and diapers and pulled them up over his hips and seated himself on the bike, bracing it while Timmy climbed up on the peddles. Riding back up the trail, the bike was a bit shaky, but the boys managed to get up onto the nearby street without a major mishap, the bike wobbling a bit as they bumped over the curb. Timmy peddled hard to get up speed, and the two boys rolled down the street at a fair rate. Joey had to stick his legs out and a bit up into the air in order to balance, and the generous leg holes of the red short- shorts let in quite a bit of air to make them bloom out, clearly revealing to any onlooker his padded condition. Aware of this he prayed that they would get to Timmy's house as soon as possible. Rounding the corner just before their destination, he suddenly saw a middle age gentleman looking straight at the them, and thought he saw a sudden smile on the man's face. He could literally feel those eyes boring in between his legs and up his shorts. Then they were by the man, who waved, and in Timmy's driveway, coasting into the garage. Timmy stuck out his foot to brace the bike, but slipped and they slowly toppled over to the garage floor. No damage was done, but the boys were hopelessly tangled. Timmy started to giggle, and soon both boys were laughing merrily as they tried to extract themselves. It was then that Joey realized that the bouncing up and down on the bike seat had caused his plastic pants to leak, soaking his red shorts. The entire back was covered by a dark wet patch. Worse, he could see that in twisting out from under the bike, he had sat against Timmy's crotch - and now the other boy had wet pants as well. The sudden silence of his new friend startled Timmy, and then he noticed both the large wet patch on his and on the other boy's shorts. He giggled again and said "now we're a pair of babies - aren't we?" Joey was again startled at Timmy's reaction and considerably relieved. He'd been prepared for another disaster. Timmy turned opened the door from the garage and skipped into the house. Not to be left standing there in front of the open garage door in full view of the street, where the man they'd past was still looking at him, Joey rapidly followed. He found himself in the kitchen staring at a beautiful fair haired woman who was looking down at Timmy with an unmistakable expression of love and gentle amusement at a bumptious son. "Hi mom! Meet Joey. He just moved here and we're best friends." Timmy rattled off. "Well" she said, noticing the boy with the solemn round brown eyes for the first time. "It seems you certainly found a soul mate as well by the looks of those wet pants." Joey nearly fainted with shame. "Mom," Timmy said, "Joey's mother makes him wear diapers. He doesn't like to." We also tipped his T-shirt wrestling and he's scared hell get a belt spanking for it. I told him you'd sew it up for him - could you?" Joan Bryant looked at the trembling brown haired boy with sudden concern. "I certainly can, she said, "and it looks like the two of you had better get a complete change as well. Come on upstairs to your bedroom. Joey, you come on up too, and we'll get you out of those wet clothes." Then to set Joey at ease she said "looks to me like you're ready for diapers too Timmy. "Yeah!" said Timmy, with great enthusiasm, following his mother upstairs, towing along a very shy Joey Caruthers. On reaching Timmy's room Joey could see that it was large and sunny, with three windows looking out on the woods in back. There was a baseball bat leaning against a wall and a shelf with a football and little league trophy among a pile of boyish clutter. There was a neatly made bed with two pillows piled at the end, and a large "Thriller" poster on the door. All in all a great room. The one unusual feature was a large table beneath the window with a thick baby blue plastic pad on its top. Under the table was a low cupboard which Timmy's mother was opening. It's shelves were piled high with diapers and plastic pants, an assortment of clothes in bright colors, as well as baby oil and powder. Timmy's mother turned around and smiled at the two boys and said "why don't you two get out of those wet clothes." Timmy just looked at his mother for a moment, and she suddenly smiled and said OK. Timmy grinned, he still loved her to undress him, and lifted up his arms so his mother could pull the shirt off over his head. He then stood up as she bent down and unfastened his pants. She then hoisted him up onto the table, and pulled off his pants and underwear, leaving the naked boy smiling on the table while she put the clothes in the hamper and got a wash rag from the bathroom. Timmy sighed in pleasure as his mother gently washed him, starting with his face and ending with his toes, and not missing anything in between. He then rolled over on his tummy as his mother reached under the table and got out the baby Timmy's mother looked down at her naked son with tremendous love in her eyes. She'd enjoyed diapering him as a baby, and loved being able to still baby her big boy now. He was absolutely perfect, she thought, with his bright blue eyes which were so clear and merry when he was happy and so deep and solemn when he was sad. He had her sweet-smiled mouth and a voice like a songbird. He also had his father's beautifully proportioned slim build: perfectly formed right down to his cute little round fanny. Timmy's skin was a pale ivory below his waist, where it wasn't summer tanned, and she loved his cute little hairless penis and balls. She felt a warm glow as she rubbed the baby oil into his little cheeks and down between his legs. Ever since Timmy had had an accident while out playing, messing himself, she had made a point of oiling him thoroughly as it had set off the first major case of diaper rash Timmy had had since he was a baby. Timmy had been excited by a new bike, an eighth birthday present, and had tom off through the neighborhood to show it off - too excited to stop and go to the bathroom, it had suddenly just slid out of him and into his pants - a warm embarrassing lump between his legs. He'd raced off on his bike back towards the house, thanking the lord that he'd gone out with a single diaper on under his clothes. He did this every now and then because it was unlikely that his friends would realize he was wearing it - yet it gave him a thrill to think that they might discover his secret. This was one time, however, he didn't to stay around to test their perception. As he'd bounced up on the curb in front of his house, he'd sat down on the bike's banana seat without thinking, and felt the the lump squeeze up between his legs and around his testicles. When he got off his bike, he was acutely aware of what was between his legs, and could feel it slipping and oozing around, sticking the diaper to him. Timmy had never messed his diapers before, at least not since he was little, and didn't want his mother to see him. Thus, when Joan bumped into him going up the stairs she immediately noticed his shame faced expression. Timmy was very evasive about what was going on - until she noticed a familiar baby smell. "Timmy" she said "you messed your pants didn't you?" There was a imperceptible nod from Timmy. "Come on Timmy - lets go change you." "Aw, mom, I can do it myself," he'd said. This was one time that Timmy didn't want to have his mother present. He knew that only babies messed their pants, and he was suffering from a considerable wound to his boyish pride. Joan had none the less hauled him up on the changing table and had wiped the brown mess from the embarrassed boy's fanny and thighs. She secretly had enjoyed doing this very personal service for her son, but had gone to considerable pains not to show it and to patch up the boys wounded pride: taking the occasion to tell him that as he was older, he could now stay up a half an hour later till 8:30. Finished oiling his bottom, she rolled Timmy over and oiled his front, and then pulled out three pre- folded diapers from the cupboard. She figured that it would make Joey at ease if her son was very obviously diapered this afternoon. Timmy bent his knees and lifted his legs into the air as his mother slid the thick birdseye diapers under his bottom, and sighed with pleasure as she pulled them up between his legs. Boy he loved that warm secure feeling when his crotch was snuggled against diapers! He looked down at his diapers, and watched his mother pin him up with a pair of yellow ducky pins. He loved those pins too, and had asked his mother for them when he'd seen her use them while diapering his brother Billy. On went a pair of bright yellow plastic pants, and then his mother lifted him down off the table to stand next to a seemingly frozen Joey Caruthers. Joey was in a daze. He'd stood there in awe watching his friend being diapered. Timmy clearly loved being diapered - and his mother clearly loved diapering him. "Oh- wow!" he'd thought. It was a world of difference from his house. There diaper-time was an occasion for tears, slaps and struggles - nothing like this. He just stood there motionless when Joan reached over and gently lifted him up onto his tummy on the table. Before washing the naked little boy, Joan gave him a little back rub to relax him. Then she'd taken a clean wash rag and gone over him just like Timmy, washing off the grime from what had obviously been a very dusty wrestling match. As she did so, she thought to herself that he was also a very pretty little boy, though unlike Timmy, with a slightly stockier build; but a child that any parent would love. He had cute little dimpled cheeks on his fanny, and a smooth unblemished creamy skin that contrasted beautifully with his chestnut hair. She could see that beneath that sad little face, lay the potential for much boyish mischief and love. She could also see a number of unusual bruises, including a welt on his fanny, which spoke for themselves. "How sad" she thought to herself, overwhelmed by compassion for this unhappy little boy. Joey slowly relaxed as he was tenderly washed and oiled like his new friend. He stared up at Timmy's mother in wonder as she pulled two prefolded diapers up between his legs and pinned them snugly to him. Throughout the process the tense expression slowly left his face. Before he knew it he was back off the table standing next to his well diapered friend. While the hated diapers were still pinned tightly around his hips - somehow they didn't seem quite so bad just now. "Well Joey", Joan said, "would you like to wear some clothes over your diapers while I wash yours?" Acutely aware of his diapers and in the unfamiliar surroundings, Joey hesitated a second, glancing over at his friend - who was standing there looking perfectly comfortable in his even bulkier diapers, but then nodded yes. Joan thought a bit, and then reached under the table and got out a pair of bright kelly green coveralls with brass buttons and handed them to Joey. Joey gratefully put them on over his diapers and pulled them up to where Joan reached over his shoulders and, pulling the straps up, buttoned them to the bib. "In this hot weather, I don't think you really need a shirt with overalls" she said. Wanting her son to look as babyish as possible, she then produced a matching pair of kelly green shortalls with 8 snap crotch. Timmy loved them, and they made diaper changes a snap - so to speak. He let her pull them down over his head, spreading his legs so she could do the snaps up his crotch. "There" thought Joan "now that ought to make Joey a lot less self conscious about how he looks. "OK guys, run off and play while I take care of Joey's shirt and wash his clothes. Maybe if you're good there will be some warm cookies later on!" As the two boys scuttled off, she couldn't help smiling at their cute little padded bottoms. With the matching green shortalls and rompers they made quite the pair. Joey followed Timmy downstairs and out the old screen door onto the redwood deck and down onto the lawn below. Joey looked down toward the crotch of his coveralls, which were a bit loose since he was a good 3 inches shorter than his blend - and decided a bit unrealistically, that most people couldn't really tell he had diapers on. "Look" Timmy said pointing to a most remarkable stockade constructed around an old oak tree in the yard. Timmy's father had built it for him with some help from himself as a grand eighth birthday present. It went up two stories with a smooth pipe running down through a hole in the roof and upstairs floor so a guy could make a crash exit for emergencies. From the second floor there was a knotted rope which was tied to a large limb of the oak tree which could be used for Tanan- like exits to a sawdust landing strip below. From the roof, was the largest slide Joey had ever seen. Timmy's dad had cadged it from a water slide which had closed down just outside town to make way for a shopping mall. "Neat!" Joey yelled, as he ran to the rope and pulled himself up into the fort. Timmy ran after him, and the two spent most of the afternoon whooping it up on the slide and making great Tarzan swings on the rope from the second floor. Just as they were beginning to tire - having fought off several brutal attacks by hostile Indians, World War II SS troopers, and an assortment of killer robots (there were astounding heroics, braving of terrible wounds and overcoming of incredible odds) Joey heard a voice behind him. Turning he saw a gray haired lady with a rather nice look speaking up at Timmy from the next yard. Suddenly deciding that the green overalls just might not hide his underpinnings all that well, he hastily climbed up the rope to the second floor, where Timmy was leaning out the window. "Hello there Timmy" the lady said "whose your new friend?" "Hi Nana" said Timmy. "He's the new kid who moved in around the block by the big woods." "Well" said Mrs. Smith "Why don't you come on over and have a coke and introduce him to me?" Somewhat to Joey's horror, Timmy grabbed the rope and sailed out the window of the fort, yelling "come-on" as he did." Timmy didn't appear at all embarrassed to be running over to see the old lady in shortalls and diaper! Joey, thinking to himself one of his father's favorite expressions "in for a penny - in for a pound", followed his friend, but with considerably less enthusiasm. The two boys followed Mrs. Smith into her kitchen where she served them each a large 16 ounce coke. Thirsty after playing all day in the sun, both boys proceeded to gulp down the drinks. "Well" said Mrs. Smith again, and Joey braced himself for whatever was going to happen next, "I'm really glad to see that you've found a friend Timmy who also likes to wear diapers." Joey winced - he'd really kinda hoped she wouldn't have noticed. Still, like Timmy's remarkable mother, the lady didn't seem to be bothered at all by their appearance. In fact she seemed to quite enjoy having them in her kitchen. "Joey doesn't really like to wear diapers Nana "his mother makes him wear them during the day cause he wets his bed." and to Joey's amazement went on to tell her about all the events of the day, including how frightened Joey had been of his fathers reaction to the tom shirt. "O'dear" replied the old lady "that's really a shame." You know I don't think that'll help a bit. I rather foolishly tried that with my Jimmy you know - stupid me - didn't help a bit! And it was quite a while before he forgave me. People should really consider just what it is they're doing to other people before they do such things. Jimmy asked me how I'd like it if I was made to go to my reading club in diapers. That brought me up short, I'11 tell you! Well Jimmy wet his bed till he was ftfteen - and I thought it such a bother! You know, I'd give anything in this world if I could have him back for just one day, soggy bed and all." Jane Smith's boy and her husband had both died in a terrible auto accident thirty years before. Until the Bryants had moved in next door she'd been a lonely old lady. She and they took to each other at once. She'd brought them a cake to welcome them to the neighborhood, and had been charmed at once by the little blond haired freckled faced five year old. The feeling had become instantly mutual when the boy's eight year old cousin, Alicia, who was visiting from Vermont, had maliciously said " You know Timmy still pees his pants!" This had not had the desired affect at all, and the old lady had given the girl a withering look, saying "So did my son at Timmy's age, and he was quite a man." This was not Timmy's all time favorite cousin, and he'd been much pleased by Mrs. Smith's reaction. After that Timmy was a regular at Mrs. Smith's house, and vice-verse, till after an incredible number of chocolate chip cookies dispensed on one side of the fence, and numerous cups of tea by Timmy's mother on the other, Mrs. Smith had become Timmy's de-facto grandmother. Timmy stayed at Mrs. Smith's house whenever his parents took a trip or went to a late party - and she had a ball pampering him - literally. When Timmy had returned to diapers, he'd swallowed and had confessed to her almost at once. It wasn't possible for him not to share anything important in his life with her. She had reacted quite nonchalantly about the matter. In fact, Timmy's parents had already discussed the situation with her at length, and she thought that they were taking the right course. She certainly was, as they say, supportive. She had left the room and returned with a very special present, and from that time till now she was the only other person that Timmy freely displayed his diapers to. "In a way" Jane Smith said "it's fortunate that Joey doesn't really like to wear diapers, because I would otherwise have had to wait to give you one of my special presents." Joey saw his friend perk up in his chair. From the counter the lady brought a beautifully wrapped package and set it in front of Timmy, who descended on the wrapping paper with great enthusiasm. From the rapidly shredded paper emerged a bright blue two piece footed sleeper. No fly in this sleeper, which clearly had extra room for bulky diapers in the fanny. there were two rows of snaps around the waist, which Mrs. Smith proudly pointed out meant that it was a grow-sleeper, just like the ones for little kids. She'd made it herself with considerable care about detail. Timmy looked delighted. "I can't wait to wear this" he said, "though I think I'11 have to wait till it's cooler." You and Mom are so nice to me, and he ran up u, the lady and gave her a big hug and a huge kiss. Terribly pleased by the boy's reaction, Mrs. Smith then asked Timmy to show off his new shortalls. Timmy stood up in front of her, while she inspected them, and he pointed out how easy it would be for her to change him with the snaps in the crotch. Just then the boys heard Timmy's mother call, and Mrs. Smith gave them each a pat on their padded rumps and sent them out the door, standing wistfully watching their cute little rears disappear into her neighbors house. Timmy's mother was waiting for them with a plate of warm cookies from the oven, and as they sat at the kitchen table cheerfully munching them she poured each boy a huge glass of milk. While they were eating, Timmy looked at his mother and said "Can Joey stay for dinner, and can he spend the night?" Joey looted very startled at that thought. He'd never spent the night at a friends house - bed wetting had precluded such visits entirely. But this was different! They didn't care here. "Yeah!" he said "I'd really like to - I've never slept over - ever. My mother wouldn't let me because I wet the bed. I can here though - huh?" Joan Bryant looked down at the suddenly almost pathetically eager Joey, and smiled "We'd be delighted to have you spend the night Joey:" But you better call your mother for permission right away. pointing to the kitchen phone. When Joey dialed home, his mother answered the phone and he excitedly told her that he'd met a new friend and that he'd been asked to sleep over and could he? Ann Caruthers was totally taken by surprise. She couldn't imagine why, after avoiding every kid in the new neighborhood for two months, Joey had suddenly made a friend. She also couldn't imagine anyone inviting the obviously diapered - and certainly very wet - boy to spend the night. "What will you do about sleeping tonight - you certainly can't spend the night in your wet diapers. Doesn't Timmy's mother mind that you wet the bed? Does she know that Timmy's asked you for the night?" "It's OK mom, Timmy wears diapers too! and his mother's right here. Do you want to talk to her?" When Joey handed her the phone, Joan said that they'd be delighted to have Joey spend the night. The two boys had played together beautifully all day, and she could see a real friendship in the works. She also told Ann that she'd changed Joey and was washing his clothes since they'd been soaked after the bicycle ride. That they had plenty of diapers and she'd send home a dry young man in the morning. Ann was surprised at this sudden turn of events in Joey's life, but suddenly realized that she was very pleased. She'd begun to have serious doubts about how they were treating Joey. Desperate to stop Joey's bed wetting, which not only made a mess but upset his father so, she'd been willing to try anything, and when all else had failed she'd tried humiliating him to get him to stop. It clearly wasn't working. Her son wet even more. He was intensely miserable, she hadn't seen him with a friend in over a year, and his father alternately ignored or humiliated him. Mornings at their house were dreadful, with Joey's father yelling at him and Joey going off to school every day in tears. Joey was failing half his courses at school, a fact that made her husband even angrier. Earlier that week he'd hit Joey hard in total frustration, when all the boy had wanted was a little attention. "That damn kid never leaves me alone, he follows me everywhere!" he'd snarled. Joey hadn't said a word, he'd gone quietly to his room and closed the door. When she'd gone upstairs and put her ear to the door, she'd heard him quietly sobbing on the bed. Sending Joey off to school in diapers had been an awful mistake. The principle had been so angry he'd yelled at her, said that she was doing irreparable damage to her son, and threatened to notify the SPCC. She'd told him to mind his own business, but he'd very much disturbed her none the less. Ann deeply loved her son, she missed the little sunshine boy she'd had when he was four, and she was very disturbed and concerned for the sad little thing he'd become. He rarely said a word at home, he never smiled anymore, and the formerly bright and happy boy seemed to withdrawing more and more into a silent world of his own. She gratefully gave her permission, thinking to herself that just maybe this might be a turning point in Joey's life. Joey was overjoyed! He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Joan and Timmy suddenly realized that, for the first time, Joey had a bright smile on his face. It was quite a transformation from that sad-eyed little kid sitting on the rock in the woods. The rest of the afternoon was an eventful one. Timmy and Joey had played for a while with two and a half year old little Billy, taking turns playing baby on the floor with the toddler. Becoming bored with this they had tipped over all the overstuffed chairs in the living room, piling cushions from the big couch around them to make tunnels, through which they squirmed and wiggled and chased each other. Late in the afternoon, Joey had suddenly realized that he had to go - badly. "Hey Timmy, I gotta go" he said. "So?" said Timmy. "So do you think you could get your mother to help me out of my diapers?" "No way Joey" screamed Timmy, hurtling himself on top of Joey with a laugh - pinning him to the floor. Timmy's fingers were everywhere, tickling Joey's chest, his sides, under his arms. "Hey stop that" said an uncontrollably laughing Joey. "Please, please, help! help! I can't stop myself! I'm going to wet my pants, please stop. Oh no!" All of a sudden he'd let go, and he felt the warm pee spreading out on top of him, running down his crotch and over the sides of his hips, soaking his diapers. As he lay there, he could feel the pee soaking the diapers under his fanny. "That wasn't funny" he said to the now hysterical Timmy. Timmy just howled some more. "All right" he said, and suddenly flipped Timmy over turning the tables on him, "your turn" and attacked him with his fingers - taking particular delight in pinning Timmy's arms down and tickling his underarms till his friend gasped for air. When the tickling and rolling around finally stopped, there were two sopping boys. "Hey," said Timmy, "don't your diapers feel good now?" "Well," said Joey a little shame facedly "I guess they do, - kinda" And so they did, as he realized that he lilted the feel of the soft wet birdseye snug and warm between his legs. "And now we can get mother to change us!" Timmy said . This was accomplished with quiet efficiency and gentle love as before. Before starting, however, Joan had picked up Billy and had set him on the changing table next to Joey to watch. As Joan stripped, washed, oiled and diapered him, Joey was acutely aware of the fascinated two and a half year old watching. At first he was a little embarrassed, but then thought "Oh well, let the kid watch", and spread his legs, which he had been subconsciously pulling together under the little boys gaze, wide to give Billy a better view. As Joan pulled the fresh diapers up around his crotch he suddenly realized that he actually lilted the little kid watching. Somehow it felt sorta good to have Billy, Joey and their mother all looking at him being diapered. He sighed slowly with pleasure and relaxed, enjoying the moment, and winked up at Billy, who smiled back at him. When Joan had finished with the older boys, she let them change Billy, which fascinated Joey who helped hold the squirming toddler down while Timmy showed him how to wash, oil and pin the kid up. Chapter 2 Timmy and Joey were wrestling upstairs on Timmy's bed, laughing and rolling around, when they heard a car pull up into the driveway. "Timmy, your father's home" yelled up his mother. Timmy let out a whoop and dashed down the stairs, followed by Joey. He ran to the door to collide with his father coming through it. Timmy's dad, Bill, caught his son in his arms and gave the happy boy a great bear hug. "How's my little man today?" he said, lifting the boy up over his head. "Great Dad! I met a neat new friend named Joey, and he's staying for dinner, and he's going to sleep over, and he wears diapers too!" Joey bubbled. "Does he now? And does he get as wet as my boy too?" "Yeah!" said Timmy. "And just how wet is my little boy today." said Timmy's father sliding his hand up under the leg of the shortalls to feel Timmy's diapers." Checking ,Timmy's diapers at the door had become a special ritual for the two, and often lead to great surprises. Though they sometimes felt dry for an instant, Timmy, with an impish grin, would suddenly wet his diapers - just as his fathers hand, sliding up his leg, reached the diaper. This occasion was no exception. "You little rat!" his father said, pulling his hand out from Joey's pants. "Now I'm really going to get you for that." Timmy squealed in delight as his father dropped him headfirst towards the floor - catching him before he touched and reaching down and tickling the boys ribs and tummy. Timmy wriggled around in his fathers arms as the two slowly fell to the floor, the squirming boy collapsing in laughter. Completely out of control, he helplessly flooded his diapers - having held back for some time waiting for his father to come home. Timmy loved to wet his diapers while his father tickled him. "Stop! stop! I can't breathe! Oh-stop!" he giggled - "you're making me wet my pants!" "Just what you deserve", said his father, loosening his hold just enough to let Timmy squirm almost free, before snagging an ankle and slowly pulling him back - all the time growling in imitation of a bear. The boy shrieked with laughter, crying out to Joey "Help me! Help me! Attack the bad ol' bear!" Joey was standing completely spellbound. His father never held him, and he couldn't ever remember him tickling him - much less rough housing with him on the floor. Though he desperately wanted to be part of the scene on the rug - to be held and wrestled, tickled and hugged, he found it hard to actually believe that they wanted him to join them. Hesitantly he put out a hand which Timmy grabbed. "Pull Joey pull! Save me from this mean bear!" Joey held tight, and he too was slowly dragged towards Timmy's father, who roared out: "So I'm am mean old bear am I. Well after all, all hungry bears are mean!" and gave Timmy a mock bite on his leg. "Joey help me - the bear's going to eat me!" Squealed Timmy, who collapsed in laughter again. Just at this moment, Bill reached over to grab Joey and tickle him as well. Joey flinched at his touch, which made Bill hesitate for a moment, but then he pulled the other boy on top of his squirming son and lightly ran his fingers over the boy's rib cage, growling as he did so. It was like the boy didn't know how to react - at first he seemed startled - then started to smile and finally giggled. Bill then rolled over to let the boys climb on top of him so the mean old bear could give them a ride around the room. An implied offer which Timmy accepted with great glee. Again Joey held back a bit before he clambered on. The man and boys had just collapsed on the floor in a giggling pile, weakly tickling one another, when Timmy's mother called from the kitchen: "OK Bill, enough's enough, you get the boys ready for dinner. "All right dear" he said. "Come on boys lets get up to Timmy's room for a change." This said, he leapt up and ran for the stairs, followed by Timmy who yelled "charge!" Joey ran after them. Reaching Timmy's room, Bill turned to the two boys behind him and said "All right, whose first?" One of you can go wash up while I start changing the other. Joey started to say he didn't wet his pants, and didn't need to be changed, when he suddenly realized that he was soaked! Because of all that coke and milk during the afternoon, he'd had a full bladder when Timmy's father had come home, and like Timmy had wet his diapers during the rough-housing downstairs." Unlike Timmy, however, he'd been so transfixed by what'd been happening that he hadn't even noticed. Joey had never been changed by a man before, and suddenly was real embarrassed. To his relief, Timmy claimed first dibs, and Bill realizing that Joey was blushing, swooped down on Timmy, hauled him up into the air, and swung him around saying "Phantom one coming in for a landing - clear the decks! Aaaarrrroww" Sliding Timmy to a stop on the changing mat. Reaching down between the happy boy's legs, he unsnapped the crotch of the shortalls. "Skin the rabbit!" he said, sliding the shortalls up over Timmy's head. He then reached down, as Timmy lifted his legs up in the air, and pulled the plastic pants off to reveal a very wet diaper. "Hmm - been hitting the bottle a little hard today I see me- lad. You better watch all that grog - or you'll float away. Diaper pin 1 off! Diaper pin two off! Fanny up and diaper off. Joey could see Timmy squiggle with pleasure as his father changed him. Bill left the naked boy on the changing mat while he went for a wash rag. While he was gone, Timmy looked over at Joey and said "Isn't he neat!" To which Joey nodded agreement as Bill returned to the room. Bill looked down at his naked little son lying on the table. The boy was completely relaxed and happy as his father went over him with the wash rag. As he washed Timmy, his father couldn't help but admire how beautiful his son was. He'd married late, and all his life he'd wanted children of his own. Like his wife, he thought the boy physically perfect in every way, which he nearly was, from the tip of his nose to his cute little tail. Bill felt a glow of pleasure as he oiled the boy's fanny. Also like his wife he loved diapering his sons, but with the older boy it was special. Joan had met Bill through an add in the personal sections of a weekly newspaper in Chicago: College professor, SWM 38, sometime infantilist, loves backpacking, kayaking, musicals and children. Knucklehead, who loves to argue, cares about people. Rare liberal-conservative mix - drives his political friends nuts! Sharing cooking and eating together on rainy nights a serious pleasure. Seeks lady in early thirties with similar tastes for friendship and sharing. Though she normally read the personals for amusement, she'd answered this one. She'd grown up in a large family in Boston with two younger brothers who'd both wet the bed into their late teens. As the oldest daughter, she'd often taken care of them, including getting them ready for bed. Not much had been made of the bed wetting - their father had wet into his teens when he was a boy, and one of her uncles still wet the bed. Bed wetting was clearly in the genes. She'd enjoyed diapering her brothers, to whom she'd was really close. The pleasure, it turned out had been mutual, and they'd occasionally asked her to do it for them even in their teens, when that duty had nominally been turned over to themselves. She had a good idea that this man just might be Mr. Right. Bill, for his part had never shared his secret fascination with diapers with anyone. His desires had seemed too strange, too perverted, too bizarre to ever own up to anyone. As a boy, his father had spent little time with him, favoring a dearly loved older brother. Bill had never blamed him, he also adored his brother, and just assumed that his brother was special. He just hoped he could get a little of the leftovers. It wasn't that Bill's father didn't love him - he was just always pre-occupied with his career, numerous hobbies and personal causes. When the novelty of anything wore off, his father quickly lost attention, and went on to other things. Unfortunately for Bill, that extended to children as well. It is probable that this underlay Bill's bed wetting as a boy, but it was certain that the longing for more of his father's attention left him fascinated by young boys. At first he'd thought that he was a pederast, and had been horrified! Bill had been totally confused and frightened when he'd found himself with a serious erection on meeting a friend's little brother during college. It was only years later that he slowly realized that the fascination wasn't so much making love to a boy - as it was imagining himself as the boy. A cure eight, nine, or ten year old who had to wear diapers. It should have been obvious - his occasional wet dreams were always either about women or about being a boy wearing diapers. A seriously split sexual persona. Tired of a long string of never quite satisfactory relationships, he had stopped dating for several years. Intensely unhappy with his situation, however, and tired of pretense, he'd finally screwed up enough courage to place the add He'd had one response. Bill had been ecstatic when Timmy was born. He had also been absolutely determined that the boy should grow up normal in every way. It turned out, however, that heredity dictated otherwise. The doctor told them that there was nothing wrong with Timmy. Emotionally he was a happy well adjusted little boy. Timmy just was a little slow in certain respects in his physical development. Like his maternal uncles he would gain control of his bladder a little later than other boys. Since day time wetting was a serious problem, no attempt was made to abandon diapers at age two or three. As predicted, Timmy had gained daytime control at age 5, and while daytime diapers were soon abandoned, since he never objected he was kept in diapers at night until shortly after his sixth birthday, when he became dry overnight as well. Unlike many families, there were never any foolish scoldings, humiliations or tears. Diaper time was just another moment for love and cuddles. Fortunately, Timmy had a winning personality and a high IQ with an aptitude for creativity - as a result he was growing up secure, confident, and with a fine sense of self worth. The father's concern for others was clearly evident in the son, and it was not at all unusual for Timmy to see the best in people and befriend little stray cats like Joey. When Bill and Joan had discovered that Timmy, like his father, had developed a serious diaper fetish they had discussed it at length. Bill had been far more disturbed than Joan. His determination and love for his son was fierce, and he was horrified to see what he considered his own failings in his son. Joan had looked on him with some amusement, and had said that she had never considered it a failing at all - rather one of his most endearing characteristics. "Why do you think I answered your add anyway dear? Because I like to argue politics? Heavens no! It's nice to meet a man who is willing and has the confidence to expose his vulnerable side to others. Not only did I diaper my brothers as a girl, but sometimes myself when I felt lonely or scared or sad. I'd curl up in my footed sleepers, and their diapers, and just snuggle down in bed. Women are lucky, it's easier for them to dress and play like a kid when they want to. That's why half the clothing catalogues for women sell footed sleepers. I was delighted to find such a masculine sensitive man with whom I could also have a very special snuggle every now and then. Don't you think that there aren't a lot of other women out there who'd like it too? It isn't Timmy's or our fault that he's developed this fetish - but he has it, We have to make him grow up happy and secure. It's up to us to teach him that he can enjoy it without guilt, behave reasonably around others, and not to impose it on those who aren't interested. Everything I've ever read about fetishes says that they are very difficult to get rid of, if not impossible. Fetishes of one kind or another are very common, and people suffer a lot of terrible anguish over them needlessly. I don't want Timmy to do so, and it's up to us to teach him how to channel it constructively so that it's an asset, not a liability in his life. Bill looked down at Joey after finishing with his son. Putting his hand over his mouth he imitated a radio squawk and said "Phantom two, this is flight control, phantom two this is flight control. Ready for landing on the flight deck. Come in. Over. Joey just stood there, mesmerized. Bill reached down and gently picked up the boy, who this time barely flinched, then smiled timidly. He then swung Joey up into the air, twirling him around over his head and said "Phantom two to ground control, ready for landing. Over." At the same time he leveled the boy off and brought him down over the table, at the last moment swinging him back up into the air saying "Aborted landing, weapons locked in on position, must use up all ammunition first." Turning towards Timmy, who was standing there in only his diaper and plastic pants, he brought Joey down towards his son with a whispered: "Tickle him." There then followed the fierce sounds of pseudo-air war as Bill chased Timmy around the room making mock war noises with Joey stretched out in his arms. Out into the hall they went and back into the room again. All three were laughing and giggling hysterically as Bill, gasping for air, brought Joey in for a landing on top of the changing table. Finally, he reached over and unbuttoned the coveralls, saying "Left bomb bay door open. Right bomb bay door open. Bombs away!" With which he lifted Joey up off the table by the cuffs of the overalls and slid him out of them back on to the table. He then quickly removed Joey's plastic pants and diapers, washed him, and diapered him up again. After setting him next to Timmy, he looked down at the two boys. "Since its late, how would you boys like to get into pajamas now, that way you can watch Alf on TV after dinner. "All right," replied Timmy, who loved Alf, "but it's too hot for pajamas tonight, can't 1 just sleep in my diapers?" "Sure" Bill replied, and then looked at Joey. "How about you?" Without thinking, Joey said "Me too." Only then did he realize that this meant he was going to have to eat dinner in only his diapers. When they got downstairs, however, Timmy's mother just smiled at the two diapered boys, patted Joey on his padded fanny, gave her son a hug, and asked them to sit down for dinner. It was a terrific meal. "She's a terrific cook.", thought Joey, who proceeded to eat seconds, and a little bit of thirds. There wasn't much room left, but somewhere he did manage to find some for the apple pie. Dinner was a happy affair with a recounting of the days events by all, with much discussion, gentle teasing and laughter. Following dinner and a half hour of TV both boys were tucked into Timmy's large four poster bed. Bill read to them for 20 minutes out of Peter Pan (a personal favorite) and shortly after Wendy sang to the lost boys, Joey and Timmy were sound asleep. Joey with an arm round his new friend" Chapter 3 "Bill, did you notice those bruises on Joey? "I certainly did, and every time I touched him today he flinched like he was scared I'd hit him. I think it's pretty certain that he's abused at home." "Of course he's abused. My god! Can you imagine forcing a little boy out to play with his friends in diapers! It must have been unimaginably horrible for him. He said that his father would give him a belt spanking over a little tear in a T-shirt! It's pathetic! We've got to do something. He's such a nice little boy. When he finally smiled this afternoon, it lit up the whole room. When I talked to his mother, though, she seemed quite nice, but a little tense. She sounded quite relieved that Joey was sleeping over - said that Timmy was the first new friend he'd made here." "Good Lord!" Bill replied. "They moved into the old Fredrick's place over two months ago. There must be fifteen kids Joey and Timmy's age in this neighborhood" "How eager would you have been to meet new friends when you were nine - if you had to wear diapers and short-shorts, Bill?" "Not very! You know, I know George Caruthers. He works as an engineer for the company that's handling construction of the new linear accelerator for our department He does terrific work, but I don't think he gets much credit. Every time I've had a chance to go over details with him, I've been impressed by his knowledge of physics as well as engineering, I don't think that we would have awarded his company the contract if it hadn't been for him, but I've always gotten the impression that they don't know it. He's got a difficult personality, tends to be a bit too forceful at the wrong times. Blunt. Can't seem to get his point across, without irritating some people. I have a hunch that some coworker finds it easy to get credit for what he does because others find it difficult to put up with him, and therefore rarely talk to George. I'11 bet he goes home angry a lot!" "I know!" Joan said, "Let's invite the whole family over for a barbecue on Saturday. We can welcome them to the neighborhood, and it'll give us a chance to get to know them. Maybe we can steer the conversation around enough to figure out how to help out. It may be a lot more constructive than calling the SPCC right away. Thus it was settled. When Joan dropped Joey off the at the Caruthers the next day, she stopped in for a cup of coffee and a get acquainted chat with Ann, during the course of which she invited them over for dinner. That evening when George came home he was in a foul mood. Rent Myles had presented the revised plans for the magnets for the accelerator to the Boss - while George had been at lunch. He'd come back to hear his boss talking to the president of the engineering firm about how "that Myles had done it again. Clever fellow. He's saved us a bundle this time. I thought we were going to loose money on the University contract for sure, but with him on the job we stand to make a handsome profit. Damn fine engineering too! That man is up for a promotion, by God!" George had worked nights for three weeks to come up with that solution, and had been ready to make the presentation himself. Rent Myles had had little to do with it, but had come in that morning, looked over George's rough engineering blueprints, and said that he didn't think the job could be done. George had taken the bait, and had explained just how it could from his newly completed blue prints - step by step the whole way, down to the last detail. Rent had just nodded away, and said little. Then when George left for lunch, Rent had taken the plans from George's desk and straight to Mr. Cadwalader. George could just hear him say "Well sir, I think we've found the answer here. Just got the final drafting finished up by old George so we could get them to you right away." He'd barely been able to hold in his fury. On his way into the house he stopped by the dog kennel to feed his springer spaniel. When he opened the pen she leapt up and put her paws on his waist, and he bent down and affectionately scratched her behind the ears. The dog's tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her tail wagged frantically. "Good girl Mitty. Good girl." What a great animal, he thought to himself. Won three field trials this year. Too bad I can't have a son for a winner too. George had a wonderful gentle touch with animals. Where other trainers would beat or cow a dog into submission, he gentled them to the task. Dogs just took to him. George had nothing but contempt for a trainer who broke a dog. To him the true mark of failure was a cringing dog. "Cruel." He'd always whisper to his friends at field trials when he saw a handler followed by a cringing spaniel. "It's the man who ought to be beaten, not the poor dumb George entered the house through the kitchen, inadvertently letting the screen door slam behind him. Ann and Joey, startled, leapt up from the kitchen table where Joey had been eating an early supper. "Well how's my little bed wetter today?" snarled George "Piss your pants today too?" Joey turned pale, and looked up at his father shame facedly, "No. I -- Before he could finish George noticed that he wasn't wearing his diapers as he'd specifically ordered. "JOEY! WHERE ARE YOUR DIAPERS?" he yelled "Dad!--Ah. Mom said-uh." Joey looked terrified "I don't care what your mother said. You're a god damn baby, and your going to dress like one until you decide that you don't like to piss your bed anymore!" With which he strode across the room and grabbed Joey's arm, giving him a ferocious yank, hauling him out of the chair. "Dad I don't wet my bed on purpose. Dad I don't. Honest! Please believe me. Please. Please." Joey started to cry. George slapped the boy across the face. "If you want to cry, you little piss-pants, there's something to cry about!" He then proceeded to drag the weeping boy from the kitchen towards his bedroom. "George please." Ann said weakly. "Stay out of this Ann. I'11 take care of it." Ignoring Ann's protest he brought the boy to his room and threw him on the bed. "Get those pants off now! Now!" he said. He slapped the boy again. Joey cried harder. "Shut up! Shut-up! and this time he grabbed the boy and practically ripped off his shirt. He then bent down and unbuckled Joey's trousers and yanked them off the weeping boy, spilling Joey off his feet and onto the bed. The now naked boy lay sprawled on the bed as his father looked round the room for where his wife kept Joey's diapers. He didn't ordinarily do this job. In fact he never did it. But, by God, the boy was going to be diapered until he stopped this damn behavior. It humiliated him. having a bed wetter for a son. Damn it! Why couldn't he have a decent kid like other people. Joey started to speak again: "Dad please listen to me. Please!" "I told you to shut up!" George turned on him "And by God, when I tell you to keep quiet you will." So saying, he pulled off his belt and threatened Joey with it, raising it high in the air. "Dad! No. I." "I told you to shut up!" He hit the boy. Joey felt the belt slash across his chest. The pain burned through the boy. Totally terror stricken, he lost control of his bladder. The spray went everywhere as he jerked from the blow. The boy's urine caught his father on the face, and then all over his shirt and pants. Bill was enraged. Ann in the kitchen heard the belt hit her son. Then her husband swear loudly, and then the belt landing again. Over and over. Joey was screaming. Then abruptly he stopped, and all she could hear was the belt. She ran for Joey's bedroom yelling "George! George! Stop it, George!" When she came into the room she found George hitting the boy with the belt. Though the boy was covered with terrible red whelts, he just lay there, curled up, silent on the bed. One after the other the blows landed. On his back, his sides, his face. "George, STOP!" she yelled "STOP! GEORGE LOOK AT YOUR SON. YOUR SON GEORGE! LOOK AT HIM! GEORGE YOU WOULDNT TREAT A DOG LIKE THIS. YOU WOULDNT TREAT A DOG -- George stopped, the belt raised in the air for another blow. Then it dropped to the floor from his hand. He stood there motionless looking at his son. His son was lying in front of him, cringing like a beaten dog, on the bed. Like a dog totally broken. Whimpering quietly. No other sound. Just an awful low whimpering. His son. Joey. Cringing. He slowly dropped to his knees, the realization of what he'd been doing slowly coming over him. Tears came to his eyes. He reached over and pulled the wet boy to him, wrapped his arms around him and began to cry. "I'm sorry Joey. I'm sorry Joey. I'm so sorry. I swear I'11 never hit you again. Never." The boy just lay in his fathers arms. Totally limp. Unhearing. George sat there, then began to rock back and forth holding the wet and naked boy tightly to his chest. "It's all right Joey. Its all right Joey. Please Joey. George Caruthers had wet his bed as a boy. His father had hated it To all appearance he had hated the boy as well. He never spared an opportunity to humiliate George. George had seen as much of diapers as Joey as a boy, and just as many beatings. George had sworn that it'd be different when he had a son. His son wouldn't wet the bed. His son's father could love his son. It wouldn't be like his father. Ever. His son would play little League. He'd be a star. Everyone would be impressed by his son. His son the little league star. His son the ace student. His son with the proud father. His son would be dry. His son wouldn't be a god damn bed wetter like his father. Then his son could have a father that loved him. His son would have a father that took him fishing, to little league, to baseball games, to the park. His son'd have a real dad. His son wouldn't wet the bed. It hadn't worked out that way. Ann put out her hand and gently touched George's shoulder. "Oh god, Am! What have I done?" That night, for the first time in years, George Caruthers got his son ready for bed. Tenderly he'd set his son down on the bed and gone and gotten a washrag with which he gently washed the urine from the boy's body. Joey just lay there silently watching with round terrified eyes. Finally, just as his father was tenderly washing his tear stained eyes, Joey had softly said "I'm sorry daddy. I'm sorry daddy. I'm so sorry daddy. "It's OK son, it's OK. It's not your fault." and suddenly he realized, hugging the boy to him, that it wasn't. That night Joey slept without diapers on for the first time in nearly a year. In the morning, he woke shivering on cold soaked sheets. The urine had spread out below him and soaked through his flannel pajamas down his legs and up his chest. He lay there shaking, wet, waiting for his mother to come in and get him up. He knew that he would getting another scolding, and that his father would angrily insist that he go back into diapers. He had no recollection of the night before at all. To his surprise, however, his father had come in instead of his mother. He'd cringed back, waiting for his father to discover the wet bed, expecting to be yanked up and beaten. His father came over. Bent down - and hugged "Good morning, Son. How're you feeling today. Time to get up. Hmm. Better put those PJ's in the laundry for your mother. Not a word was said about wet beds. Instead his father just smiled at him and left. Joey sat there for about five minutes, amazed. He then got out of bed, stripped off the wet pajamas and stuffed them in the laundry bucket where his wet diapers were ordinarily kept until his mother washed them. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a T shirt, and slowly went down the stairs, wondering what was going to happen. When he arrived in the kitchen his father was eating breakfast. George looked at his son "Joey, your mother and I have decided that we've been very unfair to you, and we want to say we're sorry. You won't ever have to wear diapers again if you don't want to. I also want to tell you that I'm sorry I hit you last night, and I won't do it again. Ever. Son - He paused. "Son, I want you to know that I love you. Joey sat there dumbfounded. He'd never heard his father tell him he loved him before - at least not that he could remember. After a while he suddenly remember what else his father had said: "For real dad! No more diapers!" "No more diapers Son. Besides, wouldn't it be a little hard to run the bases in little league with diapers between your legs? I called Mr. O'Hanlin down at McKinnick field this morning, and he said that the Dodgers needed an extra player. Said you were just the right age for starting in minor league. I'm going to come home early from work to day to show you how to catch - that is if you want to. Joey was transfixed. He started to stammer. Confused he felt faint, and losing control momentarily started to wet his pants. It was too much. The sudden reversal of his father's hostility had been unbelievable, now he was going to get to play baseball. Suddenly, however, feeling the wetness spreading through the crotch of his shorts and underwear, he froze. Oh no! he thought, now I'm going to get it. Dad was going to let me play ball, but now I've blown it. He started to cry uncontrollably. Joey's father looked at his son dismayed "What had happened? He couldn't figure it out." Then he smelt the sweet damp odor. At first he started to get out of his chair. Then a deep sense of shame spread over him. The boy had wet his pants - like a pathetic puppy peeing on the floor when his brutal master gave him a rare pat. He hated himself. Looking at his son he said: "it's OK Joey, I'm not going to get mad at you any more for wetting." He then got up and went over to the boy, who looked at him in wonder, bent over and gave him a hug. "Run up stairs and get changed and I'll drop you off at the ball field on the way to work, maybe you can get into a pickup game for practice." Joey had gotten up out of his chair, and though acutely aware of his damp bottom and the dark patch which covered the crotch and seat of his short shorts had scurried up stairs to change in wonder and excitement. Chapter 4 On Saturday morning George Caruthers drove Joey to little league. He sat under a tree behind the team bench and had watched the 14 or so boys and lone girl in pigtails practice ball. The eight and nine year olds ran around ineffectually dropping fly balls, swinging at wobbly pitches, and generally having a great time. At this level, it was mostly for fun: no high pressure little league coaching here. One minute the kids looked like the keystone cops, the next like they were all stars. One minute a boy would miss an easy lob, swinging wildly with the bat, the next he'd blast the ball between the legs of a startled baseman: the ball skittling and hopping down the outfield as a string of boys fell over themselves trying to catch it. Over all this pandemonium mined a few bemused father coaches. When Joey came up to bat for the first time, he'd held his breath. He could feel the tension wash through his body. If only the boy could get a hit! No such luck. A foul and six swings. Up went another boy, and out went Joey to right field. Disappointed, Joey, hustled out like his dad had told him to, still eager to make a good impression. While he was running out, the kid on the pitchers mound, the pigtailed girl, with an impressive wad of bubble gum standing in for a tobacco chaw, threw wildly at the plate with all the force she could put into it. For once the ball went straight across the plate, and, by some flute, the boy at bat hit it a terrific crack. Up into the air and out over first the ball soared. Up. Up. Then down. Down. At just that moment, Timmy coming over the hill on his bike late to practice, seeing his friend running with his back to the ball, shouted: "Hey Joey catch the ball." Joey turned, saw the ball just out of reach, put out his glove, and without thinking, dove. By some miracle, the ball landed in his glove. George looked dazed. Joey looked dazed. George whooped. Suddenly he felt wonderful. Joey looked at the ball. At his father. At the coach. "OK! We got a fielder here!" he heard the coach say. Joey grinned. George Caruthers finished a very detailed rendition of the great catch. Bill Bryant looked at his wife, bemused. Somehow, George's proud paternal attitude didn't fit with the sad little boy he'd seen last Wednesday, or what he'd expected. He looked over to the fort, where Timmy was playing with Joey. Joey wasn't diapered, and was wearing a very dirty baseball uniform which he absolutely refused to take off. Timmy on the other hand had gotten decked out in diapers and shorts, expecting his friend to come dressed the same way. He'd obviously been surprised, and considerably embarrassed, to find himself standing alone, diapered, in front of two strange adults. He blushed as Joey had excitedly introduced him, intensely aware of the thick diapers between his legs, wishing he'd worn shorts with longer legs. He'd quickly suggested that they go down to the fort, and had retreated from the adults as fast as possible, followed by his friend. "Hey, I thought you'd be wearing diapers too!" he said "I don't have to wear them anymore if I don't want to." replied Joey with a happy smile. "Dad - - -. Well, Dad's changed." "Oh." Timmy said. Joey suddenly realized that his friend looked upset. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Well," responded Timmy, "I kinda hoped. I mean. Well. Well you're the only other guy I know who wore diapers too, and ---. Anyway, I'm glad you could come over. Joey suddenly realized that Timmy was disappointed, and more than a bit embarrassed, to find himself the only kid wearing diapers. After they'd played in the fort for a while, he noticed that Timmy lacked much of his previous enthusiasm. "Hey Timmy, lets go up and play in your room." He said. "All right." Timmy replied, glad to get out of view of Joey's parents, and the two boys disappeared into the house. On their way through the kitchen they met Timmy's mother and Billy. "Timmy, could you and Joey take Billy for a while? I've got to get the hamburgers and steaks out to your father, and get the salads ready. "Sure mom." Timmy had replied. "Does he need to be changed?" "I think so. Why don't you get Joey to help you?" The two boys hoisted the two and half year old up between them and carried him up the stairs to Billy's room, playing 'sack-o-potatoes', swinging the laughing boy back and forth and finally up onto his changing pad.. "Can I change him?" Joey asked. "Sure" Timmy smiled. Timmy entertained Billy, while Joey unsnapped the boy's shortalls. Joey reached up and put his hand on the plastic pants, and then paused, feeling the vinyl with his fingers and the thick diapers under them. Then noticed Timmy watching him. Suddenly he looked at his friend, and said "You know, they feel kinda neat don't they?" "Mm-hm." replied Timmy, looking at his friend with renewed interest Billy smiled and giggled as Joey pulled down the plastic pants and unpinned the diapers. He then pulled the warm damp diapers from between the boys legs, exposing the tiny penis and balls. Holding the damp birdseye in his hand, he turned to Timmy and said: "Could you go get the washrag?" While his friend was out of the room he took the lid off the diaper bucket and dropped the diaper on top of the pile. Looking into the bucket, and over at Billy, he suddenly felt a strange little pang of jealousy. "Weird." he thought to himself. Waiting for Timmy, he played with Billy, and smiled as the naked little guy unselfconsciously kicked his feet in the air and giggled while Joey poked him gently in the ribs. When Timmy returned he took the washrag, and timidly lifted Billy's feet up and quickly ran the washrag over the little boys fanny and genitals. "Don't forget to oil him up." Timmy said. "Is it really OK for me to---?" Joey replied. "I mean - --. Well you know. You're not supposed to touch someone down there, are you?" "It's OK for little babes" Timmy replied. "They don't mind at all, they like it." Billy smiled and chuckled as Joey, somewhat gingerly, oiled him and pinned him up. Setting the little kid down on the floor, after snapping the crotch of the shortalls back up, Joey turned to his friend and said "You know, it must be kinda nice to be a baby. Timmy smiled. "Yeah!" he said, "Even when you're 9 its nice to be able to be a little kid occasionally. "You know, you're really lucky." Joey replied, "You can be a baby whenever you want and your parents don't seem to mind at all. I'm glad I don't have to wear diapers anymore, but it might be nice once in a while for the fun of it." "You mean you don't even have to wear them to bed anymore? Have you stopped wetting the bed?" "Well, no. It's just that my parents decided I shouldn't have to anymore. But you know its not so much fun waking up every morning in a sopping bed, and my room smells funny. I kinda think it was a lot easier when I wore diapers." "Why don't you get your parents to put diapers on you just for the night again?" Timmy, thought a bit, and added "I'11 bet they'd really prefer it too. Besides, I think you really kind of like them - don't you?." "Maybe a little bit, but I don't drink my dad really likes em, and I really want him to like me." "Your parents should like you whether you need diapers or not. I've got an idea, why don't you spend the night here tonight, then you'll have to wear diapers, cause I don't like a wet bed. I can ask my parents in front of yours, and then ask that you wear them so you don't get me all soaked in the morning! Then we can find out how your parents feel, without them knowing you're interested." Bill Bryant looked at George Caruthers while Joan chatted with Am. They had opened a good dry white wine and the conversation had gotten very relaxed. Deciding that it was time, he said: "Say George, I notice that you're not making Joey wear diapers? Timmy told us that you made him wear them because he wet the bed. Our neighbor tried that with her son years ago. She said it'd been a great mistake. Suddenly the entire table fell quiet. George looked at Bill. He started to say something, then stopped, then said "She's right We really messed up, and I'm afraid it's mostly my fault." "I noticed that something must have changed." Bill responded. You didn't meet my expectations at all. I mean you don't seem down on Joey at all, What happened?" George was silent. For a while nobody said anything. Then he hung his head and said: "I came home really angry from work last week - and beat him up. It wasn't the first time, but it's going to be the last" Joan looked over at Ann who had a surprised look on her face. "What on earth was prompting this sudden confession?" both wondered. George went on: "I guess what I was doing was punishing myself by hitting Joey. Ann doesn't know this, but - and he swallowed - but I wet my bed until I was 14. My Dad beat me every morning. I hated it. I mean I hated myself for doing it. I blamed myself for my dad beating me because I wet the bed. It was my fault. My fault that he didn't seem to love me. My fault that he never did anything with me. He always said it was because no man really wanted to do anything with a little piss-pants who'd never grow up. He said he wasn't going to fake it. He used to take a neighbor's boy fishing. He never took me. I swore I'd have a kid I could love. When I realized that Joey wet the bed, I thought I couldn't love him. But I do. That's what I realized last week. I was hitting him so hard. He was cringing like a dog. I wouldn't ever have hit a dog like that, and I was treating him worse than an animal - and he's my son. God I feel so ashamed. I have to admit it to someone, and since you have a kid who wears diapers, I thought maybe you'd understand a little." He turned to Ann, "I'm so sorry Ann, I guess maybe I should have talked about this to you before." A remarkable silence held round the table after that for quite a while. Finally Bill reached out and poured some wine into Bill's glass, then around the table. He stood up. "George, I would like to propose a toast: To new beginnings, to love, to our sons. I'm glad you found yours before it was too late." Ann reached over and hugged her husband. Them were tears running down her face. "I must say" George said nervously "you seem to handle Timmy's problem in a relaxed manner. He almost seems to like to wear those diapers." "Actually," Bill replied "he does wear them because he likes to. He stopped needing them - really - over three years ago. Since we're confessing, and since both you and Joey were diaper wearers for some time after most kids were housebroken, maybe one or both of you may find yourself with some unusual feelings about diapers. Timmy has a diaper fetish. It's not his fault, he developed slow physically and had to wear them to age 5 during the day. Diapers are pretty central to a little kid's existence, and they get to be a lot more aware of them if they are still wearing them a little later than most kids. They're often both a source of shame and pleasure, and it's hardly surprising that they find themselves with deep erotic and emotional attachments to them as they grow up. The truth is I also have this fetish, Timmy doesn't brow now, but we will tell him when he gets a little older, for the moment, however, we just want him to grow up happy without feelings of guilt for something that isn't his fault and doesn't harm anyone." It was George's turn to be dumb founded. Joan smiled at George and looked at Ann. "You might be surprised at how nice it is to have a husband who really let's you baby him once in a while." Ann looked amused, but not at all upset. George looked at Ann with a very strange expression on his face. Ann looked back at him surprised, but with a meaningful teasing expression. It was obvious that there was going to be a very interesting conversation that night at the Caruthers house. At that moment, Joey and Timmy ran up to the table with Billy running along behind them. "Hi!" they shouted "When's dinner? We're really hungry!" "Well, I think that it's time we fed these two hungry wolves, don't you George?" Said Bill. So saying he went over to the barbecue and lifted off steaks and hamburgers onto a big platter which he set among the salads on the table. As dinner was coming to an end, Timmy looked over at his mother and asked: "Can Joey spend the night tonight? Please Mom. Joey held his breath. "I guess so - if it's all right with Mrs. Bryant." and turning to Ann said "I'm afraid that Joey still has a problem at night." "Hmm." Ann replied, "that could be a problem since there's only one bed in Timmy's room." "Hey Mom, why can't Joey wear diapers to bed just for the night? Besides, I don't want him to soaking my bed and getting me all wet tonight. It isn't like he's the only one around here who ever wears diapers!" Both boys wondered a bit about the strangely amused expressions this last remark created on the adults round the table. "Well, I don't know, I think that's up to Joey and his parents, not us." "How about it," Mrs. Caruthers "Can Joey spend the night in diapers with me? We got plenty." He grinned Ann looked over at George, who shrugged and looked at Timmy. "Joey, how badly do you want to stay over tonight?" Joey looked carefully at his father. His father's face was studiously neutral. He swallowed hard. "I guess it's OK." he said. "If you guy's don't mind." He waited to see what his father's reaction would be. George shrugged again, laughed gently and said, "I don't see any problem. You know Joey, I wore diapers to bed until I was 14. Joey looked absolutely bug-eyed. "Really dad!" "Really. In fact, that's another reason why I've been unfair about all your bed wetting. I hated it, and would have stopped it if I could have, I don't know why I thought you wouldn't if you could as well. My father was convinced that I did it on purpose, and he hit me a lot for it. I guess I was just copying him when I was so mean to you. I don't care whether you wear diapers or not. I think I'm a lucky guy to have a neat kid like you. Whether you wear diapers or not is up to you from now on. If you need to, or." and he paused looking at Bill and Timmy, "- want to -, it's all right with me. In fact, my dad took a some pictures of me when I was a boy in diapers, that he used to humiliate me with in front of my friends. Grandma gave them to me when he died and said I could burn them. I don't think she ever approved of the way he treated me. For some reason, I've kept them hidden in the basement. Well, I've decided I'm not ashamed of them, or me, anymore, and I'm going to give them to you so you know that we're alike and that I could care less about whether a kid wears diapers or not anymore." Joey suddenly felt incredibly happy. And later on, his father did give him four old black and white photos of an unhappy looking little kid his own age, with the same hair, the same medium build, and the same cowlick as his own, dressed in flannel footed pajamas which bulged with thick diapers. The boy was standing next to a fireplace, and held a teddy bear in his hand whose leg touched the carpet. He kept the photo close, as one of his dearest possessions, for the rest of his life - next to a very similar photo of himself at the same age. As twilight came and Ann went in with Joan to wash up the dishes. George, and Bill sat talking about the concerns of the day. Bill listened sympathetically to George's explanation of his problems at the office, but without much comment. After a while he looked at his watch and said "It's getting pretty late. How would you like to help me get the boys ready for bed? I'm sure Joan would appreciate our help." George agreed, and they called the boys over from the fort "OK kids, it's time for bed." "Aww can't we stay up later?" Timmy replied, "We're really having fun." "Nope, Joey has his first game tomorrow and he better be sharp when he gets up. "If we're going to go to bed now you're going to have to catch us!" Timmy said, and turned as though he were going to run off. He hesitated and smiled expectantly looking to see if his father would take the bait. Bill winked at George and said "You don't think you could really get away from your old man do you? Well, I'll, and suddenly shot out an Ann and snagged Timmy by the waistband of his shorts. Timmy giggled and tried to pull away. The waistband stretched out exposing his well padded little behind. Reaching down, Bill tripped the boy at the ankles, catching him as he fell with one arm, and upending him. He then let the squirming boy slide to the ground as he held onto the shorts. Timmy lay there in nothing but his T- shin and diapers. Over his diapers he had on a pair of bright yellow plastic pants covered with little brown bears. "Now," said his father you're free to escape if you wish, I'll chase you down the street as far as you like." "No fair." said Timmy. "Anything's fair at bedtime." said Bill laughing, and swooped up the boy in his arms, gave him a hug, hefted him over the shoulder, and said "lets have a piggy back race upstairs. Come on George. George grinned at Joey, leaned over and said "Hop on." Joey, delighted, leapt onto his father's back, and held on for dear life as his father raced off, closely pursued by Bill and Timmy. They were all laughing hysterically as they arrived in Timmy's room where they collapsed in a pile. Bill snuggled up, reached down in the pile and pulled Timmy out by a leg. He held the diapered boy up in the air, T shirt down around his arms exposing his bare tummy, paddled him lightly on the back of the yellow print plastic pants, and then tickled the squirming boy on the ribs as he swung him up onto the changing table. "I'd say it was time for a change around here!" He grinned. He then slipped Timmy's plastic pants off, exposing a pair of very soaked diapers for all to see. George Caruthers stood up next to the table and looked down at Bill's 9 year old son lying there smiling in wet diapers. He noted the thick padding with interest and couldn't help but think that the boy actually looked really cute. The boy was looking up at his father with shinning eyes as his father repeated his routine: "Diaper pin number one off! Diaper pin number two Off! and now diapers away!" As he said this he put his arm under his son's legs and lifted them up from the table and forward over his head. This lifted the boy's fanny up and exposed the little pink rectum to full view. Timmy kept his legs over his head as his father took a wash cloth and gently washed his bottom and ran the washrag between his legs. Bill then took baby oil and squirted it on the boy's little balls and penis and down the crack of his fanny. Cupping his hand he smoothed the oil around the back and front of the boy. Then he reached down and pulled three heavy prefolded diapers from under the table and slid them under the boy and lowered his legs back onto the table. George and Joey watched transfixed with interest as the thick diapers were pulled up between Joey's legs, who kept them spread apart to help his father. Finally a pair of blue plastic pants with rocking horses on them were pulled up over the eras thick night diapers. Reaching down, Bill gave Timmy a final tickle and picked the happy boy up with a big hug and set him on the floor next to Joey. Joey looked with expectation and some hesitation up at his father." "Joey's turn" said Bill", Go for it George!" George looked down at his young son. He smiled a little unsurely, then chuckled and reached down and hoisted him up into the air over his head, swung him around the room and slid him gently down onto the changing pad. He grinned wickedly, reached under Joey's shirt and tickled him right up under the arms. The boy giggled, wriggled and squirmed on the table. "Please dad, let me breathe. I can't breathe. Air! Air! Please air. Please stop tickling me." "Oh all right." George said in mock displeasure. "If you must breathe, go ahead. Here, I'11 help you by getting this old shirt off." So saying he inverted his hands under the shirt and in one smooth motion pulled the shin up over the boy's head. Just before pulling it off he ran his fingers across the boys smooth little tummy, eliciting one more peal of laughter. The tension broken, he then reached down and pulled the baseball pants down over the boy's ankles, exposing a pair of tight white cotton briefs with a small wet spot right at the front where Joey hadn't quite controlled himself during all the horsing around. "Hmm." he commented, "You sure you just want to wear diapers tonight? From the looks of things you might just want to consider them for formal wear during the day too!" "Oh Dad!" Joey said, embarrassed and turning red. "Oh Dad! yourself!" George replied, giving him another little poke in the ribs. "I'm just teasing. You only have to wear them when you want to. He then pulled the boys briefs down his legs, leaving his somewhat grubby son lying naked on the table. "You need a washing, that's for sure," and he reached over and took the washrag and scrubbed Joey from head to toe. The boy lay there looking at his father as he was bathed. The sensation of his father lifting his legs up over his head and oiling his fanny just as Bill had done for Timmy was wonderful. And when his father pulled the thick diapers up between his legs and pinned them on him, it felt so good. He could barely believe that this was his father. He shuddered to think of the last time his father tried to diaper him. It was like a nightmare had ended. When his father pulled a pair of frosty white plastic pants over the diapers and had picked him up and set him down next to Timmy, he suddenly reached up and gave his father a tremendous hug. "I love you Daddy. George returned the hug with considerable interest, and Bill noted that his eyes were very damp. "OK boys, into bed." Bill said giving each a gentle swat on a well padded behind. Both boys giggled and hopped into Timmy's big bed. After tucking both boys in, the two men closed the door and headed down stairs. "Joey," Timmy said just before he went to sleep, "You know, your dads all right." "Hm Hm." Joey replied. As George went downstairs he was careful to hide the hard-on diapering the boys had given him. Somehow it had aroused deep feelings in him he hadn't really known about or had somehow suppressed. Bill, could see that George was a little uncomfortable, and having noticed the reason a few moments before as they were leaving the room, said: "I really enjoy diapering Timmy, it often really gets me in the mood for a few bedtime games of my own with Ann. You know, its not unusual for any man to get an occasional hard on when he wrestles or plays with his son, doesn't mean he's planning to molest him you know. George blushed deeply, sighed, and said "I'd hoped you wouldn't notice." "Not to worry, George, I often get a hard-on diapering Timmy. I see myself in him and it reminds me of how much I wish I could have been diapered just the same way when I was a boy. I often fantasize about being a boy in diapers - it's all part of the fetish. Maybe you're hooked too. Maybe just a little bit?" "I don't know." George replied in very non- committal tones. Chapter 5 A few weeks later George Caruthers arrived home looking distinctly upset. When he walked into the house, his wife immediately sensed that there was major trouble. "What is it, dear?" She looked very concerned "Kent Myles got promoted today. He's going to be my boss, they're forming two new engineering divisions to handle different types of projects, and he's going to head up the science engineering group." Ann looked at her husband in dismay. "What next?" she thought, "It was incredible! Poor George worked so hard, while that miserable Kent seemed to always get the credit." Just then Joey came running into the kitchen in his baseball uniform. "Hi dad, you want to play catch in the back ---." Seeing the storm clouds on his father face he stopped speaking and stood absolutely silent. He could see that something terrible had deeply upset his father. This usually meant trouble - for him. He waited. His father turned and faced him. Joey braced himself. "Sure son, after today, I need to play a little catch with you in the back." So saying he hefted the boy up and gently placed him on his shoulders. "How about a piggy back ride out to the out-back." Ann, felt a great load lift from her shoulders. Promotion or not, it was obvious that George had really changed. Despite the terrible news, she soon heard laughter from the back yard. Going to the window she could see her two men wrestling around and chasing each other. That night, George offered to get Joey ready for bed. Joey was delighted, he really loved having his dad diaper him. After the barbecue at Timmy's, Joey had gone back to night diapers by mutual agreement, and diaper time had rapidly become a rather special time for both father and son. Ann came up just in time to see Joey fall asleep, his head on his father's shoulder, listening to his father read his own copy of Peter Pan. This had been a present to father and son together from Timmy and Bill Caruthers. She looked in, smiled, and said in a teasing voice: "Now that you've put Joey down, come into the bedroom and I11 get you ready too." George looked at his wife with a quizzical expression. "What was she up to now?" he thought. When he followed her into their bedroom she closed the door behind him, telling him to go lie on the bed. Suddenly, George's heart started to pound. He lay down on the bed and she came over to him. "And just how's my little boy?" She bent over him and unbuttoned the front of his shirt. "You've had a pretty nasty day and I think it might be nice if you just let your mommy take care of you tonight." She gave him a kiss and put her finger to his lips as he started to speak. George looked on in amazement as his wife pulled his shirt off, bent down unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. "Lift your fanny up dear. She said. As he did, she slid off first his trousers and then his briefs. She left him lying naked on the bed, went over to her bureau and pulled open the bottom drawer, taking out a stack of very large, very thick, very white, birdseye diapers. "Joan says that the birdseye is much nicer when it's wet dear - much softer than the flannel." She held one up in the air for his inspection. George got an instant, and incredibly firm erection. He lay there transfixed. She came over, told him to lift his legs, and gently slid the diaper under his bottom. Producing a bottle of baby oil, she told him to roll over on the diaper and squirted the oil directly on his rectum. As it flowed down between his legs, she ran her hand down smoothing the oil into the skin, ran it lightly over the back of his scrotum, and then pulled a single finger up the crack between his cheeks and inserted it into his fanny. George squirmed in pleasure, as he felt his cock get even stiffer as he rubbed against the soft birdseye. He couldn't believe his wife was doing this to him. It was incredible. It was wonderful. Ann rubbed more oil onto his backside, gently ran her hand up his back, kneaded his shoulders, and then sacked the sides of his head, smoothing out the tension she found there. Moving her hands down, she massaged the small of his back and then slid her finger back up into his rectum, giving it a little wiggle as she did so. She could feel her husbands sphincter tighten round her finger and his little squirm of pleasure as inserted it. She never thought she'd do this, but somehow she really wanted to pleasure her mate tonight After the way he'd reacted this afternoon to such terrible news, he really deserved an even more special night than she and Joan Bryant had planned for him. "Roll over, dear. she said, and gently pulled on his side. Bill rolled over and gave a sigh of pleasure as his wife ran her fingers lightly over the side of his penis, and then cupped his scrotum in her hand gently rolling his balls around as she rrbbed baby oil onto them. She reached down for something beneath the bed. He heard a click and a buzz. "What!" he said, and started to sit up. Ann had the dog clippers in her hand. "Sit back dear. she commanded in a gentle tone. "Joan Bryant said that she does this to Bill every now and then. You might have noticed that Bill didn't shower at the club when you played squash with him on Saturday. Ann says that Bill really loves it. Just lay back." George trembled. He couldn't look. He couldn't believe he was letting his wife do this. He felt the cold metal of the shears as his wife ran them over his crotch. He even lifted his legs as she ran them between his thighs and down around his rectum. Then he felt her hand rubbing more oil into his now incredibly sensitive crotch. Ann smiled as she rubbed the oil into the now smooth skin. "You look just like Joey. She said. "Now I have two little boys." George looked down at his crotch. It was smooth. It was just like Joey's. His cock, which had gone suddenly limp when he'd seen the razor, slowly rose up into the air again. He smiled shyly back at his wife, who bent down and kissed him gently on the forehead and then tickled him between the legs. He squirmed in shear pleasure. Ann then reached down and slowly pulled the thick diapers up between her husbands legs and then tightly pinned them to him. Again from under the bed she produced a pair of frosty white Gerber pants. George started trembling. He looked at the plastic pants in wonder. "How did you find those? They're exactly the same as the ones I had to wear as a kid. They're huge." Ann laughed and replied: "Joan Bryant says that Gerber made them for adults for years, but with an incredibly small crotch. Since they weren't selling well, the company stopped making them. However, they recently restarted production, having received a great many demands for a version with a wider crotch. It seems that sales have boomed remarkably now that they reproduce exactly their baby style adult sizes. She inverted them and showed her husband the little blue Gerber baby on the tag inside. I wonder if they realize that they have two baby markets now - one group just a bit older than the other. In fact, it seems that there was a rather concerted sub rosa lobbying effort by a loosely organized adult baby underground Ann pulled the plastic pants up over George's diapers and instructed him to get into bed. As she slid in beside him she told him that the bathroom was off limits tonight. Then she reached down into the diapers and "checked him" - gently manipulating his organ until he had his first accident. "Oh my!" she said, "I think my little boy has wet himself. Fortunately those an good thick diapers and I think he'll keep till morning." So saying she gave him a hug. George and Ann did a variety of things that night in addition to sleeping. It was fortunate that they started early. Ann discovered that George was good at all sorts of things that she'd never suspected. As she lay in bed the next morning next to her husband, she reflected on what a change this was from the wham bam missionary man she'd had before. Somehow the diapers had pulled down all of George's inhibitions. "Mine too, she thought. Lying there thinking of the problems George would face that day in the office she suddenly had an inspiration. Slipping quietly from out of the bed she dressed and went downstairs. It was still early and both boys, blessedly were still asleep. She called Bill Bryant from the kitchen, talked for a while, and then went back upstairs to wake her husband. George woke to a gentle kiss from his wife. Something felt funny. Drowsily he ran his hand down under the covers between his legs. Something incredibly soft and good. He started awake as he felt the plastic pants, and the warm wet diapers. Then slowly relaxed as he remembered the night before. "Incredible!" he thought, "They feel so good." His wife stroked his hair. "Did my little boy sleep well?" Her hand moved down his chest, her fingers lingering around his navel, and then slid under the waistband of the plastic pants and between the warm wet diapers and his belly. "My but we're wet this morning, I better get you changed for work." Her head bent down, and putting her cheek to his, she nibbled on his ear. "Did you enjoy yourself last night dear, I know I did. My, you do the most interesting things when you have a wet diaper on." George grinned sheepishly at his wife, who had gently pulled the covers off him. "I at - well I - um, well it was kinds fun." "Kinda fun, huh! Looked like more than kinda fun to me." "OK, I loved it" "Good, because I want you to wear them to work." "Wait a minute!" George said, "Are you crazy! To work. No way. "Listen George, if you go to work today in your normal manner, you're bound to get into a fight with Kent. He's going to be your boss, and you need that job. You've been dismissed once before for fighting when you lost your temper, and you'll find it very difficult to get another job as good. You can't just think of yourself either, that job supports Timmy as well as us. For once you're going to have to accept a bad situation. Besides," she smiled, "you're quite a different person in those diapers, maybe your fellow workers would appreciate a little of that gentle child. I know one thing, you'll find it a lot harder to be argumentative and assertive when you're wearing baby pants. Somehow I don't think you'll want to draw too much attention to yourself, while you are in diapers, among your co- workers. You are going to need all the help you can get today not to lose your temper. Besides, I think Myles will be looking for an excuse to get rid of you now that he's climbed up on your shoulders. If I'd done what he has, I wouldn't want you around any longer than was unavoidable." George listened to his wife. As she talked, she pulled the plastic pants off him, unpinned the wet diapers and washed him off. He looked at her nervously as she started to oil him, but her teasing about the smooth crotch gave him a terrible erection. This caused some more gentle ribbing and an experience which left him quite relaxed. His wife had never had oral sex with him before. As he lay there, she slid two diapers under him and pinned him up, pulling on a pair of light blue baby print plastic pants with red check rocking horses on them. At this he started to rebel, but she just slid down on top of him and mock wrestled with him. "Come on, they're quite cute dear, besides you don't want to wear boring old white all the time. Won't you do it just for your Mommy?" She opened her negligee and let her breast slip out and nuzzled it against his cheek as she straddled him with her naked body. She nibbled on his ear again. This proved quite difficult to resist. He sighed "All right, just for you. I hope I don't regret this." She smiled and let him up to finish dressing. He went over to his closet and selected the baggiest flannel pants he could find and pulled them on. When his wife came back into the room from waking the boys, she found him fully dressed standing in front of the mirror, minutely inspecting himself. He was self consciously staring at his crotch, trying to see if the diapers showed. She looked at him and decided that if you looked twice you probably would notice that things were a little padded down there; particularly from the rear, the pants didn't quite drape the right way between the legs. "I'll point that out to him after I let him off for work." she thought, "That way he's bound to try to be real unobtrusive at work all day." She chuckled to herself "George is going to find this a most unusual day. Joey, and Billy Bryant who had spent the night, were already downstairs eating cereal and milk by the time George arrived for breakfast. Billy was surrounded by a ring of milk and wet Cheerios, and was quite merrily laughing and playing with his food. Joey was sitting eating his in a far more sedate manner, carefully out of range of Billy. He had agreed to baby-sit for the Bryants, but had done so overnight at home since he was still a little small himself to be all alone with Billy until Timmy and his parents returned at 10 PM from a musical in town. Joey loved taking care of Billy, particularly diapering the boy, and the Bryants appreciated the break from two children just for a night George slid into his seat hurriedly and greeted the two boys. Joey smiled up at his father, and launched into his plans for the day. It seemed that there was a little league game that afternoon, and he really wanted his dad to come. George was non-committal in his answer, and he could see some of the light go out of his son's eyes. "Look Joey, I'd love to come see you play, but I've got a new boss, and I don't think that he's going to be much interested in letting me off this afternoon. There will be another time, I promise." He hated himself, besides he'd love to go see his son's game, and he felt as disappointed as Joey looked "Aww Dad!" Joey exclaimed, "you never come to my games." "Never come to your games! Never come to your games! I've only missed one out of the last I five. Give your old man a break son, you know I want to go. "Oh Mom," Joey suddenly burst out, "would you do me a real favor. Timmy's invited me over for tomorrow night ,and I was wondering if you might make me some special clothes like he has to go play with him." "What kind of clothes dear?" she replied. "You know." he said suddenly quite shy. "Like Billy's." Ann looked over at Billy, who was wearing a pair of corduroy shortalls, and a candy stripe T-shirt. "Oh you mean some clothes with some diaper room. Little boy clothes." Joey looked at his mother with pleading eyes. "It's all right isn't it?" he said, suddenly looking very worried. He glanced at his dad, unsure of himself. His dad looked at the worried boy, and then made a decision. He stood up exposing his, to him, bulging pants. Joey just continued to look at him blankly. "Joey, it's perfectly all right for you to wear baby clothes. As a matter a fact I've found out that even I like to wear them once in a while, and your mother definitely doesn't mind. She likes us boys both when we choose to be our big boy selves and even when we want to be little boys occasionally. Joey suddenly realized that his dad was wearing diapers! He was bug eyed. His father just gave him a gentle wink, and said "Sit down Joey, and close your mouth - you'll catch flies that way. Joey took a little while to digest this sudden revelation. His dad was wearing diapers - oh wow! He looked at his father. He was still the same big man he normally was. He still had the faint little shadow on his chin that was always there after he shaved his heavy beard. He still smelled of after shave. "Huh!" he thought, "I guess it's all right. Anyway, I sure don't have to worry about wearing diapers around Mom and Dad anymore." Joey looked relieved. George was extremely self conscious when his wife left him off in front of the large building in which he worked. He could feel the thick birdseye between his legs. He wondered if anybody was noticing him. He felt like the whole world was staring at him. He wondered if he were walking funny. He clenched his briefcase with white knuckles and swallowed hard as he started up the steps. It seemed to take for ever walking up those steps. He smiled deferentially to a few coworkers who greeted him, giving them the minimum morning "fine thank you", and hurried past them. The elevator was slow as usual, and he had to defer to a group of older ladies who came up just as he was about to board. They seemed to smile strangely at him. He squeezed his legs tightly together, and raised his briefcase up. Surreptitiously he tried to cover what was now, to him, the suddenly clearly evident bulge of diapers at the front of his trousers. He was sweating slightly when he got off the elevator, and hurried into the large work room which he shared with the other mid level engineers of his firm. To his horror he was greeted by Kent Myles before he could get to the cover of his desk. "Good morning George. I'm glad to see you're here on time." George's skin crawled. "Tomorrow I'd like to you to help me move into my new private office." "My private office." George thought. "I'd like to go over the plans for the new pressure test apparatus at the Engineering School at the University that you've been drawing up with you, I'm thinking of taking that project over personally. "Now that you know I've finished it - you miserable snake!" George fumed to himself. Suddenly Kent looked at him most peculiarly. He realized with horror that he was staring straight at the front of his pants. After a moment Kent looked up at him and grinned. "Well, well, George, are we having a little problem?" George turned pink with embarrassment. "That's ah personnel Kent." George furiously hoped that Kent would shut up. Now! Lording it over him had been bad enough, now he felt totally humiliated. He should never have let his wife convince him to do this. He'd been incredibly foolish. The other workers in the room were starting to look over at him. They all knew that Kent had screwed him, and now they were watching the wretch publicly embarrass him. "Well George, you know I feel that my employees state of health is always my concern." George desperately wanted to wipe that smug gloating expression off Kent's face, but under the circumstances he bit his tongue and retreated to his drafting table. Kent started to follow him, but at that moment he heard two new voices and they both turned and saw Bill Bryant enter the room with the president of the firm, Arthur Little. Kent, immediately abandoned tormenting George, and hastened over to Arthur Little, putting on his most ingratiating smarmy smile. "Well, Kent, how are you today? Dr. Bryant here has a few questions about the new magnet design for the physics accelerator. I couldn't answer them myself so I brought him in to you." "Oh, well I'm sure that will be no problem. Unfortunately there's a bit of a rush this morning, but I'm sure that my assistant, Mr. Caruthers can answer them for you." He said smoothly. "No, I think you'd better deal with them yourself Kent 'They're pretty technical, and Bill here wants to talk to the expert" Kent swallowed hard. Bill Bryant started to ask him a string of technical specifications. "I ah, I ah don't quite remember those details, ah maybe I could send you over a list of answers this afternoon?" Bill Bryant turned to Arthur Little, and said "I thought this was your expert? Just who designed those magnets anyway? I'd like to speak with him. We definitely want this project supervised by someone who knows it's ins and outs cold. Anyone else could ruin the whole project. The installation of those magnets is key. The president of the firm looked straight at Kent. "Well Mr. Myles," his voice suddenly slightly cold, "Just who did design those magnets, I thought you had?" "Um. Well sir, I was part of a team, George Caruthers handled the particular details that interest Dr. Bryant." "Those particular details," Bill interrupted, "happen to be the crucial portion of the design - the rest certainly didn't need a team." "If that's the case Myles," Arthur Little said, ice in his voice, "why did you make the presentation instead of George?" "Ah, George was busy that day and we knew that you and Mr. Cadwalader would want to see the new blueprints right away. "What he means Mr. Little," said a new voice, "is that George left the completed plans out on his desk when he went to lunch three weeks ago." It was Stan Dillon, the new engineer who had the desk next to George. George had helped him out a couple of times, and he'd been quietly furious seeing George ripped off by that lazy opportunist. He also didn't want to work for Kent any more than George. "I see Rent, I think you better hold off on that move to a new office for a while, maybe we've been a bit hasty in forming a new division. Mr. Caruthers," Arthur turned and looked over at George, "it looks to me like you'd better take charge of the accelerator project. Pick an engineer or two you'd like to work with. Oh by the way, why don't you move into that vacant office for the duration of the project, you could probably use some privacy." He looked meaningfully at Rent Myles who went sheet white. "Mr. Little!" Rent said in a suddenly malicious tone, "Are you sure that George can handle a supervisory role, he's never been good with people, I've always been the one whose handled the interpersonal situations here. Besides, he's clearly having health problems." "What health problems Mr. Myles, he looks fine to me. "He clearly can't control himself sir, he's wearing diapers!" There was a stony silence in the room. George, who'd been elated only moments before, wanted to sink into the floor. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the room boring into him, staring. He was sure the entire room would break out in laughter. He wanted to be a million miles away. In a fog of humiliation he heard the president of the company answering Myles. All of a sudden he didn't feel so bad "Mr. Myles, George's health is hardly your concern. I am fully aware of his problems and their cause. I had the same problem myself for a while after surgery. Would you like to announce it for me? Perhaps you'd like to raise the window and shout it out on the street? For a man who claims to be good at interpersonal relationships, I, for one, find you to be a rather nasty individual. I suggest you learn to have a little more respect for Mr. Caruthers since you just might find yourself working for him someday. It is extremely unlikely that he'll ever work for you! Oh, by the way Mr. Caruthers, would you please stop by my office at 12 for lunch. I'd like to go over some details of the project management with you after I confer with Mr. Cadwalader." There was a studious silence in the room as Bill Bryant and the firm's president left. George was in a daze. He sat quietly at his desk. After a while Stan Dillon got up, and in a casual manner leaned over his desk "Well George, for once it looks like you got the best of that rat. I'm pleased I could help you out. Despite what a few people around here said when I came, you've really been generous to me, and I'm really happy that I could return the favor. If I could be of any use to you, I'd love to help with the accelerator project. I think we could do a lot together, and I could really learn from you. Besides," he lowered his voice to a soft whisper, "I don't think anyone really will care for long about your problem; around here it's what you accomplish that they care about." George looked at him and saw genuine friendship in his eyes. Suddenly he felt relaxed. There were definitely going to be a few hurdles to overcome, but just maybe things were going to really improve for him here. He was acutely aware, however, that he was going to have to continue wearing diapers to work for a while in order to maintain the charade that it was a health problem. Actually, now that he thought about it, it might be kinds fun. When George arrived at Arthur Little's office he was greeted by a good looking secretary about 35 years old with light brown hair and chestnut eyes that seemed to not miss a thing. He suddenly felt incredibly self conscious again. The diapers seemed to sag in his pants, and he blushed. Rather than take the slightest chance of exposing them in the public rest room he'd wet them while sitting at his desk. His hand nervously brushed the front of his trousers, checking for any signs that the plastic pants had leaked. The secretary gave him a knowing smile, glancing at his padded crotch. "Go right in George, Mr. Little's expecting you." George Winced, and went through the door to the Presidents office. He was dumbfounded at what he saw there. A beautiful lunch was laid on the sideboard, a stack of thick sandwiches on a silver planer, a tureen of soup, a pot of coffee and a big pitcher of milk - as well as Arthur Little and Bill Bryant seated in two big lounge chairs wearing bright blue snap crotch shortalls. They both stood up, showing off their thickly padded rears due to the thick bulky diapers underneath, and laughed at George's stunned expression. "Well George, I understood that Ann mentioned to you that there was an adult baby underground. Well you're now part of it. Welcome! Would you like my wife to come in and give you a change before lunch? Perhaps you'd prefer your own wife. Come on in Ann," he said, as his wife-secretary entered the room, "and bring Mary and Joan with you. You should see your face." He smiled. "Bill and I have known each other since we lived next door as kids. I'11 never forget the day he found me sneaking out behind his house when I was trying on his little brothers' diapers in the bushes. I thought I was going to die. Instead, he put one on as well. We've been friends ever since. I'm pretty grateful to him for saving me from malting a wretched personnel decision too. You do a good job of this project and learn to handle your peers a little better, and I think you might just be able to keep that private office. Besides, it will be a lot easier for you to get changed there - unless of course you'd rather do it in the drafting room." he chuckled. "Looks to me like my boy could use a change right now." Ann interrupted, smiling at George. George blushed furiously. "Could I change him for you, Ann?" Mary said, "He's such a cutey, I'd love to do it." "Certainly." Ann replied, "I'd love to see how you do it. George, why don't you go over to the changing table with Mrs. Little. You be a good boy, and don't make any fuss." Everyone in the room smiled at George. George wasn't too sure about this. In fact he most particularly wasn't sure. Looking at Mary he backed up, stretched out his hand, and firmly put it into Ann's. He looked over at her, and said shyly: "l'd rather mommy did it" Somehow, this made Ann feel remarkably good. She smiled and said: "well I guess this boy knows who his mother is!" She could tell that George still wasn't terribly sure about all this, so she pulled him over to a large mahogany conference table at the end of the room, on which Joan was placing a large plastic changing mat "Little did you know what the real purpose for this table was George." Mary grinned, "I decided to be Arthur's secretary some time ago so I could take care of more than his typing. Maybe Ann should make lunch a regular affair here so she can tend to you as well." As she said this, Ann reached down and unbuckled George's pants, pulled down the zipper and slid them to the ground She then reached up, undid his necktie, unbuttoned the shirt and removed them, leaving George standing in only his diapers in front of the 5 other adults in the room. "Up on the table George." George sat down on the table looking like he wasn't sure at all about this, and definitely embarrassed by the crowd. Ann, however, wasted no time, lifted his legs up and put them on the changing mat, pushing his chest lightly so that he lay back. She pulled off the plastic pants exposing a sopping pair of diapers to everyone's view. "My boy's quite a little soaker, isn't he Mary. George, looked around the room at the grinning group of adults all clustered around him, his cheeks reddening. "He's just like his son Joey, they're both such heavy wetters. I'd better use at least 3 diapers." Ann efficiently unpinned the wet diapers and pulled them from George, exposing his baby smooth crotch to all the adults view. "Oh my!" Joan exclaimed, "Isn't he cute." George could feel the entire group staring at his bare penis and testicles and blushed even harder, as Mary handed Ann a bottle of Baby Magic which she proceeded to squirt over his crotch and rub in. As she smoothed the oil around his genitals, she slid her hand behind his fanny, rubbing the lotion into his behind as well, and momentarily inserted her index finger up his behind. George gave a start on the table, and everyone chuckled. He suddenly realized that he was really enjoying this, grinned back at the group, and spread his legs wider as Ann finished oiling him, showing off his baby area. For the first time in his life he felt truly accepted. There were no pretenses, nothing to hide, they all knew what there was to know about him - and they truly liked him. Not some false image, but the real person. Somehow, lying there in diapers, ridiculous to the rest of the world, but surrounded by real friends, he felt capable, for the first time, of handling his life. Completely allowing himself to be controlled, he rediscovered something lost long ago as a sad little child. Something that every child has a right to, but something which many do not get. He knew that he had someone he could trust - absolutely, Someone who would always care for him and someone he knew he would always be there to care for as well - and he knew that he could and would do this. The little boy gave his wife a sunny smile that was just for her. Looking down at her smiling husbanded, Anne suddenly realized that she felt a love and trust in him that she had never felt before. Somehow she clearly understood that she could provide for him as no other, and that in so doing she had in fact found the man in him that had always seemed missing. A man she could love, that she could trust, that would always take care of her too. As Ann was pulling the plastic pants up over the three heavy fitted diapers. she looked at him and said: "Wouldn't you be more comfortable. in just your diapers for lunch?" He quietly nodded agreement. That afternoon Joey was surprised and delighted to see his dad show up for his game with Mr. Bryant and another friend. He hit them a home run. JBD April 1990