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