Hello to all DLs out there! This is my story, "Can't live without 
them". Usual disclaimers, based on fiction not real life, blah 
blah, blah. The character Richard is VERY loosely based on myself, 
but unfortunately I have not been able to find nappies like he 
has. Feel free to repost my story on your own diaper sites.

For the sake of the American readers, I will use American dialect, 
I.E. Diapers. Although, being English, I call them nappies.

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CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM (Part 1)

	Drowsily, I woke up. My arms involuntarily stretched out and 
I yawned. I was in my bedroom, no surprises there. It being 
summer, I had slept in nothing but my underwear. Or had I? On 
closer inspection, it turned out to be I was wearing the makeshift 
diaper I had created last night. A thick wad of tissues and 
kitchen-paper was lining my crotch, held in place by a thick layer 
of underpants. I felt the bulge with my hand, and determined it 
was dry. Dammit, I thought. However much I tried to get put back 
into diapers at night, my bladder and bowels refused to loosen, 
and remained prone to only voluntary command.
	At this point, I should explain who I am. My name is Richard, 
I'm a 13 year old guy and I live in Vermont. I live with my mother 
and our dog in a huge house, respective of my Mum's managerial 
position in a big company upstate somewhere. She is away a lot, 
and I often have to look after myself. This means I can have the 
time to make up fake diapers out of whatever I can find. I don't 
have the courage to buy real diapers, so I have to make do with 
the makeshift ones.
	I decided to put the makeshift diaper to good use. Spreading 
my legs across my bed, I tried to pee. Being in a somewhat 
unnatural position, I only managed to empty about 20% of my 
bladder, but it sure felt good. I wished I could mess it, too, but 
I couldn't get my underwear dirty. I got out of my bed, and walked 
sheepishly to my bathroom (all three bedrooms in my house are en 
suite) where I peeled off the underpants one by one. eventually, I 
was left with just the pad. It had absorbed quite a bit, but I 
wasn't sure if it had reached full capacity. Taking the pad, I sat 
down on the toilet bowl and held the pad between my legs. Being in 
a better position for peeing, I was able to empty out a bladder, 
full of water from last night's attempts to wet the bed. The pad 
absorbed for quite a long time, but in the final seconds, I heard 
water trickle in the pan below. Flushing the pad, I got dressed, 
and looked at myself in the mirror. I loved being in diapers, and 
I felt at the end of my tether. Enough is enough, I thought. I 
need to wear diapers.
	That night, I drank enough water to make me feel ill. My Mum 
was off work for the weekend, so she would be there to see 
everything. I got ready for bed, wearing what she considered to be 
my best pair of underwear, for some reason best-known to mothers. 
Shouting a "goodnight" down the stairs to my mother, I got into 
bed, excited. Timing was important, and the plan went well. About 
half an hour after getting in to bed, I couldn't hold it much 
longer, and I let go. It came much more easily, having such an 
amazingly full system. The feeling of peeing without a toilet was 
incredible, and I savoured every minute. As I looked under the 
covers, the mattress was now soaked and stained yellow. My white 
cotton brief similarly so. Waiting another twenty minutes, give or 
take, I walked down stairs again, trying to look sleepy. I opened 
the living room door, and just said, "Mum?" She looked at me 
sympathetically.
	"Did you wet?" I nodded in response. "OK, don't worry about 
it. Let's go sort you out." She helped me change my bed sheets and 
left me to clean up. I smiled happily as I went to sleep.
	I made repeat performances every night for ten nights. 
Eventually, my mother said to me over breakfast, "Richard, about 
this bedwetting..." I was hopeful, but tried not to look it. "I've 
been looking through the internet about it, and in most cases, 
seeing a doctor doesn't make much difference. Most people 
recommend using Pull-Ups." I was astoundingly happy, but still 
tried not to show it. "But..." Uh oh.. "I don't think these 
Goodnite things will hold the kind of wetting you are making. So, 
I'm going to try and find some heavy-wetter diapers for you."
	There was a long pause. I felt as if I opened my mouth to 
give the customary protest, I would scream for delight. So 
instead, I just nodded and left the room, trying to look sullen.
I was in waiting for the day when Mum was able to find the 
diapers. For now, she gave me a small pack of Goodnites, which 
were available in the K-Mart, and I was to cut a hole through one 
and wear another over the top, like a doubler. It felt GREAT to 
wet one, but even the doubler didn't hold it all in, and it leaked 
badly. It wasn't a diaper.
	The day after this, I visited my friend Dave, who lived 
across the street. His house was the same design as mine, as were 
all the others on the street. I enjoyed his company very much. For 
some reason, his house always seemed more homey than mine, and the 
only part of his house I hadn't been in, was his bedroom's en 
suite. I knocked on the door and his Mum answered it. "Oh, hi 
Ricky," she said with a smile. She was an oldish looking woman for 
her age. Greying, and very quiet and docile. A great mum. She 
called up to Dave, who replied, "I'm in my room," I went up, and 
the door lock was on. I knocked and he said "Just a minute." I 
heard a feint rustling, and then the door opened. "Hi" he said 
with a smile. "Hey," I replied. I was in a great mood with the 
recent news, and I just couldn't resist the urge to immediately 
jump on him and begin to wrestle. He let out a small yell of 
surprise, and fought back laughing. We both rolled about on the 
floor, and I started to kick down on his trousers. They were loose 
fitting and they came off quickly. I could not believe what I saw. 
Where his underpants should be, was a white, plasticy looking 
material. He was in A DIAPER! I looked shocked for a minute, but 
soon leveled a smile.
	"What's that?" I asked, grinning. He did not return the 
smile. Instead he flushed red, pulled up his pants and mumbled, 
"Nothing." He turned around and walked over to his bed. Still on 
my knees, I went after him, pulled down the trousers again, 
deliberately, pushed him round on to the bed in a sitting 
position. I sat down next to him, pointed at the white crotch and 
said again, "What's that?" He looked distressed, as if this was 
going to ruin our friendship. I put an arm around him, and held 
him tight. I kissed him on the head, which he didn't mind. He knew 
and I knew we 'loved' each other (no, not THAT way) and this kind 
of contact was comforting for both. He whispered to the ground, "A 
diaper."
	"Awww, it's OK, Dave," I replied in my caring voice. "It 
doesn't matter." It struck me that he could be wearing the diaper 
either because of the same reasons I want to, or because he HAD 
to. So I asked "Why?"
	It took him a sec to respond "My mum just never bothered with 
toilet training. She couldn't handle it by herself, so she just 
kept me in diapers. I haven't ever worn underpants!"
	"So, you can't control?"
	He shrugged, "I guess I could. It's just become... When I 
need to pee, I pee. When I need to poop, I poop."
	"How come I've never smelled poop before?"
	"I'm always quick to change myself after I mess."
	"You change yourself?"
	"Mostly. The last time someone changed me was a nurse in the 
hospital, two years ago."
	We sat silent for a long while. I don't know what he was 
thinking, but I was trying to muster the courage to ask a very 
important question: "Would it... Would it make you feel better 
if... If I was in one, too?"
	He looked at me, stunned, for a second. "I suppose.. I 
suppose so. If you don't mind." I was happy to. Not only to make 
me feel better, but to do a favour for a friend.
	"OK, I will. I have to go into diapers for a while anyway, 
I've started wetting the bed." He smirked at me, and we were 
immediately back into playful mode! "Hey you bastard, it's no 
worse than you!" We wrestled again for a second, then stood up, 
not knowing what to do next. He made the first move, opened the 
door to his bathroom and said "There you go."
	"What? You want me to do it myself? Where does everything 
go?"
	He looked confused, obviously it hadn't crossed his mind that 
I was not such an expert diaper changer has him. "Well... I'll do 
it if you want..." I smiled and nodded.
	Looking into his bathroom, was like looking at a dream. It 
had the same shower, bath, toilet and sink that mine did. But 
against one wall, was a hugely oversized changing table. The top 
of it was a hard plastic, sterilised with enough cleaning 
equipment to fill a surgical scrub room. Underneath, were several 
drawers and cabinets. I walked in and explored them. In the top, 
middle, largest, cabinet, were stacked neatly about six blue 
packages with Depends fitted briefs written on them. The picture 
was of a thick-looking diaper, taped up in the conventional 
manner. Under the box saying 'Absorbency indicator," all the 
bottles were full. I suspected that one of these should hold all 
the urine I would make in a week! In the drawer underneath, a 
package of diapers had been opened, and the folded diapers neatly 
stacked. Two layers of them were left. Underneath that drawer was 
a drawer stacked with blue diapers.
	"What's the difference?" I asked.
	"The order changes every do often. Those are leftovers from 
other months." I continued to explore. The drawers underneath were 
filled with yet more kinds of diapers, different in colour & 
shape. The final drawer had talc powder, lotion, vaseline, all in 
huge tubs. In the left cabinet were stacked large versions of 
Pampers changing mats, which were purple, with Pampers written all 
over them. The rightmost cabinet had a large trash can, stacked 
with a few diaper bags, which were in a box ready to be used in 
the bottom drawer for messy diapers. Wet diapers were put straight 
in the bin. All this equipment looked great, and I eagerly asked, 
"Where do we start?"
	Dave smiled. He got a mat from the cabinet, and unfolded it 
onto the tabletop.
	"Strip off," he said, grinning. I eagerly obliged, dumping 
all my clothes on the floor. I put my underwear in the diaper bin, 
to show Dave I meant business. He asked, "Which one do you want?", 
opening all the drawers so I could see to choose.
	"Let's try them all!"
	"OK!" he replied. He worked his way up from the bottom. He 
got out a size-6 pampers from the bottom drawer, and lifted me up 
onto the table. I was light for my age, and he was strong, so it 
wasn't too difficult. I obediently lay down, my dick was now 
erect. On closer examination, he realised that the Pampers, and 
some of the other smaller ones wouldn't fit me, so he put the 
pampers in the bin and got out one of the blue ones. He put talc 
all over my butt and crotch, taking care not to over-apply. Then 
he expertly rubbed the Vaseline on, taking care not to squash the 
bits which didn't want to be squashed. He did the same with the 
lotion, massaging carefully to relax me. Then came the mother-
lode. He lifted my legs up, and placed the diaper behind my butt. 
Lifting me down, I felt the fantastic feeling on my cheeks. He 
lifted up the front of it, and pulled it tightly over my crotch. 
Then he securely taped the four tapes into place, and lifted me 
down. I looked in the mirror, and saw myself in the diaper. It was 
GREAT! I immediately let go what I had been saving for the night, 
and the warm feeling ran across the absorbent material, soaking 
the front of the diaper and highlighting a yellow bar on the 
front.
	"That was quick" Dave commented.
	"Sorry," I said, looking embarrassed.
	"That's OK," He replied, "Look at me!" I did, and I noticed a 
green strip on the front of his white Depends diaper.
	I smiled and then said, "I need to... go number 2" Dave 
smiled back, "Me too." We looked at each other for a while, 
knowing what was coming. Dave, an expert on diaper wearing, was 
able to go where he stood. He took off his T-Shirt so I could see 
the pink bar appearing on the back of his diaper. I needed to sit 
down on the table to poop. I got in a natural pooping position, 
and let go. WOW! The mess left my behind and spread all over the 
back of the diaper. As I moved around, I could feel it moving 
around.
	"That must have been the quickest time anyone's ever been in 
and out of a diaper!" said Dave, referring to my need to be 
changed. I smiled, lay back down, and looked at him hopefully. He 
came over and untaped me, placing the dirty diaper in a bag, and 
dumping it. He cleaned me up, and reapplied the talc, Vaseline and 
lotion. He then taped on a thick Depends with expert efficiency. 
This one felt even better.
	"Are you going to do me now?" he asked.
	"Ummm... OK. But it's my first diaper change, so don't make 
fun if I mess up."
	"You've already messed up!"
	I removed my dirty changing mat and put that in the bin. I 
got out a fresh one and placed it on the table. He lifted himself 
back on, and I repeated the deed for him. After he was cleaned up, 
lotioned and talced, I asked him which drawer he wanted his diaper 
from. He chose the second, and I taped on a replica of the blue 
diaper I had worn first. He jumped off, and inspected my work. He 
was very approving, saying how much he missed being changed.
I wasn't sure, but I think I'd found a DL friend.
	Two nights later, my Mum told me that she still hadn't been 
able to find me diapers. She said that I was going to sleep over 
at Dave's house while she was away on a business trip. She said 
she had told Dave's Mum about my accidents, and that I was going 
to bring some Goodnites.
	"But she said that apparently, you don't need to. Dave's in a 
similar position, and she says that you can wear some of his 
diapers. I guess that's a good thing, we don't want those bloody 
Goodnites leaking on someone else's sheets. She also said that her 
supplies company will let her change her order once every year. 
She's allowed to change today, so she's increasing her order size 
so you can have some. OK?" I nodded happily. Bedwetting was not 
such an embarrassing subject with my Mum now.
	That afternoon at four, my Mum walked over to Dave's with me. 
His Mum greeted us. They chatted for a bit, and I waited 
patiently. "Thank you so much about the diapers."
	"No problem! Actually, Ricky, it might be an idea to put you 
in them now. It helps to get used to the feel of them well before 
you go to bed." I nodded in agreement. "Will you be OK putting 
them on yourself? Dave'll help you with them if you're stuck."
	"OK, Thank you, Miss Braderman!" I said cheerily, and I ran 
up the stairs. I opened the door to Dave's room. he was wearing a 
T-Shirt and his diaper, playing Half-Life on his PC.
	"Hi Ricky."
	"Hi," I replied, while walking into the his bathroom. Now I 
knew what was what, I got myself in a diaper quickly and with 
ease. Leaving my trousers and underwear in the bathroom, just 
wearing the same as Dave, I returned to his bedroom, and we played 
Half-Life. My Mum called up "Ricky I'm leaving" I rushed out onto 
the landing in my golden fresh diaper and t-shirt. I must have 
looked a sight to my mum, who was leaving her only child in a 
house where we was probably not going to use the toilet.
	That weekend went peacefully. I am proud to say I did not use 
the toilet once. I spent 48 hours working through 16 different 
diapers. Dave took a picture of me in each one of them, and 
threatened to show them to future boyfriends of mine.
	The best part of the sleepover was right after diaper change 
14 (yes, I counted!) I came out of the bathroom, and Dave was on 
the internet. It was very hot, so he was just in his diaper. As I 
crept up behind him, he didn't notice me until I was within 4 foot 
of the screen.
	"Whatcha looking at?" Surprised by my presence, he scrambled 
for the X button on the browser. But it was too late. I had 
already seen. A young boy bending over in a diaper was to the 
right of five links, each with a diaper to it's left. On the top 
of the browser was written "Deeker's Diaper Page." I couldn't 
believe it! Dave WAS a DL, too! He looked just as he did when I 
first found his diaper. This time, I cut the crap and just said, 
"Dave, don't worry. I'm a DL too!"
	And from then on, I spent the happiest hours of my life.
	My Mum came to pick me up Monday morning. I was still wearing 
a diaper and T-Shirt. I quickly stuffed my belongings into a bag, 
said goodbye to Dave and went down to meet her. She looked 
slightly surprised to see my attire, but she did her best to hide 
it. Dave's Mum came out of the kitchen to say goodbye to me. Then 
she opened the door to the store room, and came out with six bags 
of Depends.
	"Here," she said, handing us three each. "I doubled the 
order. Just come and collect your half every first of the month 
and we'll split the bill."
	"Wait a sec, Monica," My Mum said, "Richard only needs 
Diapers for the night, this is enough to keep him in diapers 
24/7!"
	Monica suddenly looked shocked. Despite being a nice lady, 
she could be incredibly stupid.
	"Oh, of course! Dave uses them all the time, Oh I'm sorry I 
didn't think! Well... I can't change the order again until next 
year, that's the problem with this company. They're cheap but.... 
Well... I'll take four packets back, and we'll try to..."
	"No, no, no," My Mum said, "Don't worry, it's an easy mistake 
to make. We'll take half the order and figure out what to do."
	I was very pleased to think that I may actually get to be 
diapered 24/7. I marched proudly across to my house, not caring 
who saw my diaper. As soon as we got in, we piled the mound of 
diaper bags in the living room and sat down together. We talked 
briefly about her trip, and then she said, "So, what are we going 
to do with all these diapers? If we keep getting six packets ever 
month, you'll only be using one packet of 34, that means 204 left 
over. By the end of the year we'll be able to diaper the five 
thousand." I laughed nervously at her joke.
	"I suppose, I could just use them... all the time... until 
the order can be changed..." I looked at her hopefully.
	"I suppose that's all we can do." YES!
	"Do you mind?"
	"Nah.." I said trying not to sound excited, "It'll make Dave 
feel better that he's not the only one."
	"OK then. If you're sure."
	"So, I'll need all the gear."
	"What gear?"
	I listed the changing table and accessories that she would 
buy over the internet that very afternoon. That night, I used the 
toilet for the last time ever.

CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM (Part 2)

	"So, I'll need all the gear," I said, thinking of all the 
terrific changing equipment in Dave's bathroom.
	"What gear?" she replied, puzzled.
	"Well Dave had all the things he needed for changing himself. 
If I'm going to be in diapers as much as him, I'll need that kind 
of stuff. You know, changing table, lotion, talc, Vaseline, diaper 
bags, a pail."
	"Wow," she said, bemused, "It sounds like when I was shopping 
right after I got pregnant. At least I don't have to buy a crib!" 
I laughed.
	"OK, I have the day off tomorrow. We'll go into town and get 
your things. Is that diaper used?" She asked, pointing at my 
diaper.
	"Just a little bit. This strip at the front is a wetness 
indicator. A strip will highlight here when it's messy."
	"OK, get it off now, and get ready for bed. I want you in 
Goodnites again tonight, because you don't need a changing table 
for those."
	"Awww Mum, I can go to Dave's and change."
	"No, you've intruded on them enough today. Goodnites. Store 
all these diapers in your bathroom."
	Grudgingly, I went upstairs with the bags of Depends. When in 
my bathroom, I stacked them neatly and took off my clothes. I 
looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the depends. Mum was 
right, I couldn't use it without a changing table. I carefully 
took it off, and stuffed it into one of the small diaper bags we 
got for the Goodnites. Then, I walked over to what had previously 
been my diaper drawer in the dresser. In it, I had stocked the 
Goodnites, of which only 4 were left, along with all the equipment 
I used to produce makeshift diapers. In there were soggy towels, 
rolls and rolls of kitchen paper, trash bags, duct tape, and all 
the crappy things I had to use for crappy diapers. I took out two 
of the Goodnites, cut a hole in one and put them on, making a 
doubler. Since I was to be in Depends after tomorrow, I delighted 
in throwing the entire contents of my diaper drawer away. I then 
opened the six packets of Depends, and poured there contents into 
the drawer. I took one last look at the over-two-hundred diapers, 
then went to bed.
	In the morning, I awoke to find my Goodnites damp. Realising 
I had not wet them myself, it hit on me that I had actually wet 
the bed! Naturally! I assumed that it was because of my lazy 
bladder, which had gotten used to letting go whenever it wanted 
to. After a quick breakfast, Mum and I got into the car and headed 
for town. I was very exited.
	Two-and-a-half hours later, we pulled back up outside the 
house. After unpacking the car and organising the items neatly in 
my bedroom, this is what I found. My new diaper changing table was 
blue in colour. It had a plastic top, with a rim. The drawers and 
cabinets were baby-proofed. Inside them, I had stocked my very own 
Pampers-Care-Mats, baby lotion, talcum powder, Vaseline, diaper 
bags, trash bags, and a huge diaper pail, for the old used ones. 
Half my diapers remained in the drawer I put them in yesterday, 
the other half I neatly stacked on a shelf above the changing 
table. It all looked beautiful.
	Shaking with anticipation, I stood up on the table, and 
reached out for a diaper. I put it on the end of the table top, 
and lay myself down. I then performed the rituals with the powders 
and lotions, getting my diaper area well prepared. Then I unfolded 
the exquisitely unconventional underwear, and placed the back of 
it under my butt. Lifting the front over my fully erect dick, and 
taping the six tapes tightly into position was the greatest 
experience ever. I was putting on MY VERY OWN DIAPER!!!
	It was two weeks after my first full-time diaper days. Later 
that day, about 8 o'clock, Mum was having a lady from her company 
over. She said that if all went well, she may get promoted. I had 
been playing at Dave's for a few hours, and headed home at 6:50.
	"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" my mother screamed when I got in. 
"She'll be here in five minutes! Go get changed! GO!"
	I was surprised that she was arriving so early. Looking down, 
I decided she would not be impressed to find me in a T Shirt and a 
very used diaper, so I rushed up to change. I picked out some 
smart clothes, and gave myself the quickest diaper change 
attempted! I didn't even have time to put on the powder and 
lotion, having only just had enough time to get off all the poop. 
I only taped up two of the tapes, and rushed on my clothes. Then I 
ran downstairs and found she had arrived. With horror, I realised 
just how loose the diaper was. It was crinkling badly. I hoped she 
didn't notice. But... Just at the end of dinner, I had to pee. I 
let go, and realised just how loose the thing was. The pee was 
trickling down my leg, soaking my trousers. I tried to stop, but a 
whole bladder's worth came out. While I was still peeing, she said 
that she had to go. They both stood up, and looked at me 
expectantly. Slowly, I stood up. The face on my Mum's face was a 
mixture of horror, embarrassment and shame. The face of our guest 
was surprised, and embarrassed. My face blushed red, and looked to 
the floor.
	Mum tried to salvage a good atmosphere by showing her out 
with forced cheerfulness. I stood where I was, waiting. I heard 
the front door slam shut, and my mother stormed into the room. She 
marched right up to me, and yanked my pants down. There, was my 
inefficiently-placed diaper. It began to slowly slip to my knees. 
One of the tapes snapped open and it fell to the ground, exposing 
my naked body to my mother.
	"This is NOT how you change yourself efficiently, young man! 
The function of diapers is to PREVENT accidents. This is 
absolutely inexcusable in front of company." She continued with 
her speech while pulling off the rest of my clothes, piling them 
in a heap and throwing the mostly dry diaper in the trash can. 
When I was standing completely naked, not wearing a stitch, she 
came back into the room and announced that I was not too old for a 
spanking.
	"You haven't spanked me since I was a little baby!"
	"YES! That's right! But it's the babies who wet their pants!" 
She sat down on the settee, and I knew what I was expected to do. 
Slowly, I walked over, and bent my light frame over her knee. She 
lifted me all the way onto the sofa, so I was lying down over her 
leg. Then she spanked my bare ass with her hand. I lost count of 
the number of times (I stopped counting at about 30). She spanked 
me so hard. I honestly felt like I deserved it. It was definitely 
my fault.
	After she had finished whacking me, she pushed me onto my 
feet. She told me to wait in my bathroom. She followed me up, and 
diapered me herself. It was the first time anyone had diapered me 
since Dave. My Mum had not diapered me since I was six, when I was 
still wearing Pampers to bed. While she was doing it, she went on 
about how I could not be trusted to do it myself, and how she was 
now sure that I did need these diapers after all. She then put me 
to bed.
	The morning after, she apologised for getting so hard-handed. 
I apologised for embarrassing her. She said that I could change my 
own diapers from now on again, but she would monitor how my diaper 
was attached every hour, when she was at home. She did exactly 
this. I went back to changing myself, which I did with greater 
care than ever. I made sure my diaper was as tight as possible. 
Every hour, she would come into whichever room I was in and ask me 
to pull down my pants. Usually when she did, the strip at the 
front was showing. She would only make me change if the strip at 
the back was on. After five days of this routine, we went back to 
normal.
	It was now a full month after I started wearing diapers. The 
first of the month, a Saturday, was a beautiful summer's morning. 
The diaper delivery was due at 10:00am, and I was dressed just in 
time. A van with 'Medisup, Supplying Medical Products since 1900' 
parked outside Dave's house, and I ran out eagerly to help bring 
in the merchandise. When I got out there, Dave and his Mum was 
waiting. A young delivery man came out of the cabin with a 
clipboard.
	"You're the... 12 diapers?" All three of us said yes, and we 
followed him to the back of the van. He climbed in, fumbled around 
for about thirty seconds, then we heard the elevator motors let 
the platform down. On it, was standing the delivery man, and a 
stack of twelve HUGE boxes of diapers. Looking at them, boggle 
eyed, I read "MoliCare Super Plus" The count of stock was 100 
DIAPERS!! I stared, wide-eyed, realising the company had made a 
mistake with the order. They had literally delivered 12 X 100 
diapers. Over one-thousand diapers! Me and Dave just looked at 
them, but his Mum said, "No, no, no. We ordered bags of thirty."
	"Sorry Ma'am, these are the only diapers I was given. If 
there's a mistake with the order you'll have to phone head 
office."
	He drove off as if he was in a hurry, leaving us these 
diapers. Dave's Mum looked distraught.
	"Well Ricky, you'd better take your half. I'll take this up 
with them later."
	It took me a long time to get all six boxes up to my room. By 
now, I only had about 5 depends left. I unpacked these new 
diapers, which were purple in colour. They looked like they could 
hold quite a lot. I put one on, and it felt good to get out of the 
Depends routine.
	The next morning, another van came. A different driver, who 
had a lot more time for us, told us, "We're very sorry about the 
mix-up, and as compensation, we're giving you an order twice your 
normal size today, and for the rest of your contract term, for 
free." It seemed very stupid to fix the problem of too many 
diapers with MORE diapers, but it was just me and Dave there, and 
we didn't argue. The driver helped us to take our share to our 
bathrooms. There were about ten cases of diapers each! Molicare, 
Depends and Attends, the biggest brands, made up most of the 
order. They also gave us a case of prototype diapers called 
'Pampers Big Kid' The slogan claimed them to be just an oversized 
Pamper. They were made for a teenager's body and absorbed a hell 
of a lot. The design on the front was similar to the teddy bears 
and things on the baby pampers, which I found quite cute. Huggies 
had followed suit, and provided a box of their prototypes, one of 
normal Huggies, and one of oversized 'Little Swimmers,' diapers to 
wear while swimming.
	I looked at my bathroom. There were about 15 huge cases of 
diapers stacked on my floor. I owned over a thousand diapers! And 
an order just like it would come again every month!!! I was now a 
diaper boy.

CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM (Part 3)

	Dave and I were in my bathroom. He was holding a notebook and 
pen. We'd decided to catalogue all the kinds of diapers we had. We 
were both wearing fresh Attends diapers, having changed each other 
moments ago. We were not wearing any other clothes.
	"OK," I said, picking up a case of diapers from the first 
pile. "These are the Attends."
	"Not bad," said he, "but they just don't feel as nice as most 
of the others."
	"Yeah, you're right. 6 out of 10?"
	He nodded and wrote down the score. We repeated the process 
with all the other piles. Next were the Depends, then the 
Molicare. There were one or two cases of diapers from smaller 
companies, which didn't work very well for us. The diaper company 
had put us on a diaper prototype testing program, and we had 
several cases of diapers from Pampers and Huggies. The first pile 
of cases were Pampers, Size 'A'. They were pretty cool. Exactly 
the same as baby pampers, but just on a larger scale, with a 
MASSIVE amount of absorbency. The designs on the front were the 
same as the baby ones, which me and Dave both found quite cute.
	The next cases were Huggies. The first ones were regular 
strap-on ones. They weren't quite as good as the Pampers. The 
didn't hold as much, and they felt quite uncomfortable. The next 
case was the big brother of Goodnites. The label said 'Huggies 
Big-Kid Pull-Ups' The diapers inside were quite useful if you 
needed something with little absorbency, and something you could 
wear outside with no danger of being found out, but me and Dave 
didn't need that. The final cases were Huggies Little Swimmers. 
They were fantastic for swimming in, but not much good for 
anything else.
	After this, we spent hours experimenting with diapers. We 
made all sorts of doublers, using different combinations, we tried 
to invent new ways of changing each other's diapers at the same 
time... It was a lot of fun! By the end of our games, we were in 
the pampers. My diaper pail was full of the experimentals.
	Every summer, Mum, David, his mum and I would all go on 
holiday together. We usually went to a small country town close to 
a beach. Every year, we hired a comfy Land-Rover, and had a long 
road trip to our destination. This year, we were going to the 
furthest point of the States, to a reasonably busy resort. David 
and I decided that we would be very bold about our diapers. We 
would treat them just the way babies do, who don't care who sees 
them wearing a diaper, and don't care about having a change in 
front of hundreds of people on a beach. Dave and I packed two 
empty diaper cases with our favourite kinds of diapers. We packed 
very few pants and shorts, plenty of T-Shirts, and NO underwear. 
On the morning before the road-trip, we discussed double-diapers 
which would last longer, but instead decided it would be more fun 
to change each other as we go along.
	It was a hot morning, so I went out to the car wearing just a 
T Shirt and a purple Molicare diaper. I dumped my suitcases in the 
trunk, and sat down in the back seat, carrying the diaper bag. 
Inside it, changing mats, lotion etc... Dave followed me in a few 
seconds later. He was wearing a green Attends and a navy T shirt. 
He smiled at my choice of colour T Shirt. Had he not known I was 
gay he would probably have criticised. "Is that the diaper bag?" 
he asked.
	"Yep." I replied, "Enough for two changes each in here. More 
supplies in the back."
	"Cool." Surveying the back seat, I saw there was enough space 
for one of us to sit down, while the other lay with his head in 
the other's lap, having a change. Our mothers soon came in, and we 
started to drive. Within a few hours of the drive, we'd both had 
our two changes. On my second, we stopped outside a store, and 
lots of people gaped at us. I loved the feeling that other people 
knew I was in diapers, and that Dave was changing me. He was 
always so gentle. He probably knew by now that I had a crush on 
him, but neither of us said anything.
	The following day, we reached the hotel where we were 
staying. Me and Dave were sharing a room. My Mum had ordered us a 
full en suite, with baby changing facilities. The changing table 
in the main room was just big enough. We stored all our diaper 
supplies in, and gave each other a much needed change.
At the end of the day, we noticed that there was only one double-
bed.

CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM (Part 4)

	Dave and I looked down on the one double bed. We hadn't 
packed any sleeping bags, so we absolutely HAD to sleep together. 
Dave was straight and I was gay, yet I seemed to have more of a 
problem with this than him.
	"Well..." he said, "I suppose it'll be OK if we both 
understand it means nothing."
	"Um... yeah. I mean, we've both seen each other nude and had 
touched each other. He smiled at me, and lifted back the covers 
invitingly. Sheepishly, I climbed in. He followed me in, and 
tucked us in. At first, we avoided contact, but after a while, we 
ended up hugging. We each had one arm over the other's shoulder, 
and the other hand clenching each other's diapered butts. We both 
found ourselves more comfortable like this. While we were falling 
asleep, we both felt each other's poop coming out.
	In the morning, we were both OK with sleeping together, and 
he made absolutely sure I didn't 'think' anything of it. We 
changed each other into Huggies, and put on shirts and shorts. We 
ordered up breakfast and decided to walk down to the beach. I 
packed up the diaper bag with three Huggies, three pampers, three 
depends, three Molicare and four Little Swimmers. At the beach, we 
both sat and talked for a while. About twenty minutes later, we 
changed each other into the big little swimmers. Everybody on the 
beach watched us, but we didn't care. We went swimming for about 
an hour, then came out again. The bag was just where we left it, 
because surprisingly enough, no-one wanted to steal teenage 
diapers. After changing each other into pampers, and putting the 
poopy Little Swimmers into bags, we lay down in nothing-but-
diapers, catching some rays and chatting.
	About an hour after, another boy came up to us. He was 
wearing just swimming trunks, very muscular, blond, blue eyes, and 
VERY cute. I didn't have any idea why he would want to come up to 
two boys wearing diapers, but he did.
	"Hi, I'm Sam." We sat up, and introduced ourselves. He sat 
down with us, "Are you wearing diapers?" "What does it look like?" 
replied Dave. "Why?"
	We told him the whole story, and he surprisingly didn't 
reject or ridicule us. We asked him to tell us about him, and he 
told us he was on holiday with his family, he was 14, from 
Florida, and a whole bunch of stuff.
	It didn't go very far with Sam, but it was nice to get on 
with life in diapers without too much fuss. We changed back into 
Swimmers and played with him in the water.
	The rest of the holiday was uneventful, and followed a nice 
pattern. At the end of the holiday, we had only four diapers left, 
which we doubled and wore on the trip back. One diaper holding an 
entire day's pee and poop felt a bit weird, but kinda fun. All the 
poop spread out over my butt, and the pee kept me warm. As soon as 
we got back, we gave each other a very messy change, and were 
never separable again.

** Ricky and Dave were best friends for months, after which Dave 
came out to Ricky. They were married at the age of twenty-two and 
devoted their lives to making the perfect diaper for DLs and 
Incontinent people alike. They both died happy, and diapered. **