Hello to all DLs out there! This is my story, "Can't live without them". Usual disclaimers, based on fiction not real life, blah blah, blah. The character Richard is VERY loosely based on myself, but unfortunately I have not been able to find nappies like he has. Feel free to repost my story on your own diaper sites. For the sake of the American readers, I will use American dialect, I.E. Diapers. Although, being English, I call them nappies. ****************************************************************** CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM (Part 1) Drowsily, I woke up. My arms involuntarily stretched out and I yawned. I was in my bedroom, no surprises there. It being summer, I had slept in nothing but my underwear. Or had I? On closer inspection, it turned out to be I was wearing the makeshift diaper I had created last night. A thick wad of tissues and kitchen-paper was lining my crotch, held in place by a thick layer of underpants. I felt the bulge with my hand, and determined it was dry. Dammit, I thought. However much I tried to get put back into diapers at night, my bladder and bowels refused to loosen, and remained prone to only voluntary command. At this point, I should explain who I am. My name is Richard, I'm a 13 year old guy and I live in Vermont. I live with my mother and our dog in a huge house, respective of my Mum's managerial position in a big company upstate somewhere. She is away a lot, and I often have to look after myself. This means I can have the time to make up fake diapers out of whatever I can find. I don't have the courage to buy real diapers, so I have to make do with the makeshift ones. I decided to put the makeshift diaper to good use. Spreading my legs across my bed, I tried to pee. Being in a somewhat unnatural position, I only managed to empty about 20% of my bladder, but it sure felt good. I wished I could mess it, too, but I couldn't get my underwear dirty. I got out of my bed, and walked sheepishly to my bathroom (all three bedrooms in my house are en suite) where I peeled off the underpants one by one. eventually, I was left with just the pad. It had absorbed quite a bit, but I wasn't sure if it had reached full capacity. Taking the pad, I sat down on the toilet bowl and held the pad between my legs. Being in a better position for peeing, I was able to empty out a bladder, full of water from last night's attempts to wet the bed. The pad absorbed for quite a long time, but in the final seconds, I heard water trickle in the pan below. Flushing the pad, I got dressed, and looked at myself in the mirror. I loved being in diapers, and I felt at the end of my tether. Enough is enough, I thought. I need to wear diapers. That night, I drank enough water to make me feel ill. My Mum was off work for the weekend, so she would be there to see everything. I got ready for bed, wearing what she considered to be my best pair of underwear, for some reason best-known to mothers. Shouting a "goodnight" down the stairs to my mother, I got into bed, excited. Timing was important, and the plan went well. About half an hour after getting in to bed, I couldn't hold it much longer, and I let go. It came much more easily, having such an amazingly full system. The feeling of peeing without a toilet was incredible, and I savoured every minute. As I looked under the covers, the mattress was now soaked and stained yellow. My white cotton brief similarly so. Waiting another twenty minutes, give or take, I walked down stairs again, trying to look sleepy. I opened the living room door, and just said, "Mum?" She looked at me sympathetically. "Did you wet?" I nodded in response. "OK, don't worry about it. Let's go sort you out." She helped me change my bed sheets and left me to clean up. I smiled happily as I went to sleep. I made repeat performances every night for ten nights. Eventually, my mother said to me over breakfast, "Richard, about this bedwetting..." I was hopeful, but tried not to look it. "I've been looking through the internet about it, and in most cases, seeing a doctor doesn't make much difference. Most people recommend using Pull-Ups." I was astoundingly happy, but still tried not to show it. "But..." Uh oh.. "I don't think these Goodnite things will hold the kind of wetting you are making. So, I'm going to try and find some heavy-wetter diapers for you." There was a long pause. I felt as if I opened my mouth to give the customary protest, I would scream for delight. So instead, I just nodded and left the room, trying to look sullen. I was in waiting for the day when Mum was able to find the diapers. For now, she gave me a small pack of Goodnites, which were available in the K-Mart, and I was to cut a hole through one and wear another over the top, like a doubler. It felt GREAT to wet one, but even the doubler didn't hold it all in, and it leaked badly. It wasn't a diaper. The day after this, I visited my friend Dave, who lived across the street. His house was the same design as mine, as were all the others on the street. I enjoyed his company very much. For some reason, his house always seemed more homey than mine, and the only part of his house I hadn't been in, was his bedroom's en suite. I knocked on the door and his Mum answered it. "Oh, hi Ricky," she said with a smile. She was an oldish looking woman for her age. Greying, and very quiet and docile. A great mum. She called up to Dave, who replied, "I'm in my room," I went up, and the door lock was on. I knocked and he said "Just a minute." I heard a feint rustling, and then the door opened. "Hi" he said with a smile. "Hey," I replied. I was in a great mood with the recent news, and I just couldn't resist the urge to immediately jump on him and begin to wrestle. He let out a small yell of surprise, and fought back laughing. We both rolled about on the floor, and I started to kick down on his trousers. They were loose fitting and they came off quickly. I could not believe what I saw. Where his underpants should be, was a white, plasticy looking material. He was in A DIAPER! I looked shocked for a minute, but soon leveled a smile. "What's that?" I asked, grinning. He did not return the smile. Instead he flushed red, pulled up his pants and mumbled, "Nothing." He turned around and walked over to his bed. Still on my knees, I went after him, pulled down the trousers again, deliberately, pushed him round on to the bed in a sitting position. I sat down next to him, pointed at the white crotch and said again, "What's that?" He looked distressed, as if this was going to ruin our friendship. I put an arm around him, and held him tight. I kissed him on the head, which he didn't mind. He knew and I knew we 'loved' each other (no, not THAT way) and this kind of contact was comforting for both. He whispered to the ground, "A diaper." "Awww, it's OK, Dave," I replied in my caring voice. "It doesn't matter." It struck me that he could be wearing the diaper either because of the same reasons I want to, or because he HAD to. So I asked "Why?" It took him a sec to respond "My mum just never bothered with toilet training. She couldn't handle it by herself, so she just kept me in diapers. I haven't ever worn underpants!" "So, you can't control?" He shrugged, "I guess I could. It's just become... When I need to pee, I pee. When I need to poop, I poop." "How come I've never smelled poop before?" "I'm always quick to change myself after I mess." "You change yourself?" "Mostly. The last time someone changed me was a nurse in the hospital, two years ago." We sat silent for a long while. I don't know what he was thinking, but I was trying to muster the courage to ask a very important question: "Would it... Would it make you feel better if... If I was in one, too?" He looked at me, stunned, for a second. "I suppose.. I suppose so. If you don't mind." I was happy to. Not only to make me feel better, but to do a favour for a friend. "OK, I will. I have to go into diapers for a while anyway, I've started wetting the bed." He smirked at me, and we were immediately back into playful mode! "Hey you bastard, it's no worse than you!" We wrestled again for a second, then stood up, not knowing what to do next. He made the first move, opened the door to his bathroom and said "There you go." "What? You want me to do it myself? Where does everything go?" He looked confused, obviously it hadn't crossed his mind that I was not such an expert diaper changer has him. "Well... I'll do it if you want..." I smiled and nodded. Looking into his bathroom, was like looking at a dream. It had the same shower, bath, toilet and sink that mine did. But against one wall, was a hugely oversized changing table. The top of it was a hard plastic, sterilised with enough cleaning equipment to fill a surgical scrub room. Underneath, were several drawers and cabinets. I walked in and explored them. In the top, middle, largest, cabinet, were stacked neatly about six blue packages with Depends fitted briefs written on them. The picture was of a thick-looking diaper, taped up in the conventional manner. Under the box saying 'Absorbency indicator," all the bottles were full. I suspected that one of these should hold all the urine I would make in a week! In the drawer underneath, a package of diapers had been opened, and the folded diapers neatly stacked. Two layers of them were left. Underneath that drawer was a drawer stacked with blue diapers. "What's the difference?" I asked. "The order changes every do often. Those are leftovers from other months." I continued to explore. The drawers underneath were filled with yet more kinds of diapers, different in colour & shape. The final drawer had talc powder, lotion, vaseline, all in huge tubs. In the left cabinet were stacked large versions of Pampers changing mats, which were purple, with Pampers written all over them. The rightmost cabinet had a large trash can, stacked with a few diaper bags, which were in a box ready to be used in the bottom drawer for messy diapers. Wet diapers were put straight in the bin. All this equipment looked great, and I eagerly asked, "Where do we start?" Dave smiled. He got a mat from the cabinet, and unfolded it onto the tabletop. "Strip off," he said, grinning. I eagerly obliged, dumping all my clothes on the floor. I put my underwear in the diaper bin, to show Dave I meant business. He asked, "Which one do you want?", opening all the drawers so I could see to choose. "Let's try them all!" "OK!" he replied. He worked his way up from the bottom. He got out a size-6 pampers from the bottom drawer, and lifted me up onto the table. I was light for my age, and he was strong, so it wasn't too difficult. I obediently lay down, my dick was now erect. On closer examination, he realised that the Pampers, and some of the other smaller ones wouldn't fit me, so he put the pampers in the bin and got out one of the blue ones. He put talc all over my butt and crotch, taking care not to over-apply. Then he expertly rubbed the Vaseline on, taking care not to squash the bits which didn't want to be squashed. He did the same with the lotion, massaging carefully to relax me. Then came the mother- lode. He lifted my legs up, and placed the diaper behind my butt. Lifting me down, I felt the fantastic feeling on my cheeks. He lifted up the front of it, and pulled it tightly over my crotch. Then he securely taped the four tapes into place, and lifted me down. I looked in the mirror, and saw myself in the diaper. It was GREAT! I immediately let go what I had been saving for the night, and the warm feeling ran across the absorbent material, soaking the front of the diaper and highlighting a yellow bar on the front. "That was quick" Dave commented. "Sorry," I said, looking embarrassed. "That's OK," He replied, "Look at me!" I did, and I noticed a green strip on the front of his white Depends diaper. I smiled and then said, "I need to... go number 2" Dave smiled back, "Me too." We looked at each other for a while, knowing what was coming. Dave, an expert on diaper wearing, was able to go where he stood. He took off his T-Shirt so I could see the pink bar appearing on the back of his diaper. I needed to sit down on the table to poop. I got in a natural pooping position, and let go. WOW! The mess left my behind and spread all over the back of the diaper. As I moved around, I could feel it moving around. "That must have been the quickest time anyone's ever been in and out of a diaper!" said Dave, referring to my need to be changed. I smiled, lay back down, and looked at him hopefully. He came over and untaped me, placing the dirty diaper in a bag, and dumping it. He cleaned me up, and reapplied the talc, Vaseline and lotion. He then taped on a thick Depends with expert efficiency. This one felt even better. "Are you going to do me now?" he asked. "Ummm... OK. But it's my first diaper change, so don't make fun if I mess up." "You've already messed up!" I removed my dirty changing mat and put that in the bin. I got out a fresh one and placed it on the table. He lifted himself back on, and I repeated the deed for him. After he was cleaned up, lotioned and talced, I asked him which drawer he wanted his diaper from. He chose the second, and I taped on a replica of the blue diaper I had worn first. He jumped off, and inspected my work. He was very approving, saying how much he missed being changed. I wasn't sure, but I think I'd found a DL friend. Two nights later, my Mum told me that she still hadn't been able to find me diapers. She said that I was going to sleep over at Dave's house while she was away on a business trip. She said she had told Dave's Mum about my accidents, and that I was going to bring some Goodnites. "But she said that apparently, you don't need to. Dave's in a similar position, and she says that you can wear some of his diapers. I guess that's a good thing, we don't want those bloody Goodnites leaking on someone else's sheets. She also said that her supplies company will let her change her order once every year. She's allowed to change today, so she's increasing her order size so you can have some. OK?" I nodded happily. Bedwetting was not such an embarrassing subject with my Mum now. That afternoon at four, my Mum walked over to Dave's with me. His Mum greeted us. They chatted for a bit, and I waited patiently. "Thank you so much about the diapers." "No problem! Actually, Ricky, it might be an idea to put you in them now. It helps to get used to the feel of them well before you go to bed." I nodded in agreement. "Will you be OK putting them on yourself? Dave'll help you with them if you're stuck." "OK, Thank you, Miss Braderman!" I said cheerily, and I ran up the stairs. I opened the door to Dave's room. he was wearing a T-Shirt and his diaper, playing Half-Life on his PC. "Hi Ricky." "Hi," I replied, while walking into the his bathroom. Now I knew what was what, I got myself in a diaper quickly and with ease. Leaving my trousers and underwear in the bathroom, just wearing the same as Dave, I returned to his bedroom, and we played Half-Life. My Mum called up "Ricky I'm leaving" I rushed out onto the landing in my golden fresh diaper and t-shirt. I must have looked a sight to my mum, who was leaving her only child in a house where we was probably not going to use the toilet. That weekend went peacefully. I am proud to say I did not use the toilet once. I spent 48 hours working through 16 different diapers. Dave took a picture of me in each one of them, and threatened to show them to future boyfriends of mine. The best part of the sleepover was right after diaper change 14 (yes, I counted!) I came out of the bathroom, and Dave was on the internet. It was very hot, so he was just in his diaper. As I crept up behind him, he didn't notice me until I was within 4 foot of the screen. "Whatcha looking at?" Surprised by my presence, he scrambled for the X button on the browser. But it was too late. I had already seen. A young boy bending over in a diaper was to the right of five links, each with a diaper to it's left. On the top of the browser was written "Deeker's Diaper Page." I couldn't believe it! Dave WAS a DL, too! He looked just as he did when I first found his diaper. This time, I cut the crap and just said, "Dave, don't worry. I'm a DL too!" And from then on, I spent the happiest hours of my life. My Mum came to pick me up Monday morning. I was still wearing a diaper and T-Shirt. I quickly stuffed my belongings into a bag, said goodbye to Dave and went down to meet her. She looked slightly surprised to see my attire, but she did her best to hide it. Dave's Mum came out of the kitchen to say goodbye to me. Then she opened the door to the store room, and came out with six bags of Depends. "Here," she said, handing us three each. "I doubled the order. Just come and collect your half every first of the month and we'll split the bill." "Wait a sec, Monica," My Mum said, "Richard only needs Diapers for the night, this is enough to keep him in diapers 24/7!" Monica suddenly looked shocked. Despite being a nice lady, she could be incredibly stupid. "Oh, of course! Dave uses them all the time, Oh I'm sorry I didn't think! Well... I can't change the order again until next year, that's the problem with this company. They're cheap but.... Well... I'll take four packets back, and we'll try to..." "No, no, no," My Mum said, "Don't worry, it's an easy mistake to make. We'll take half the order and figure out what to do." I was very pleased to think that I may actually get to be diapered 24/7. I marched proudly across to my house, not caring who saw my diaper. As soon as we got in, we piled the mound of diaper bags in the living room and sat down together. We talked briefly about her trip, and then she said, "So, what are we going to do with all these diapers? If we keep getting six packets ever month, you'll only be using one packet of 34, that means 204 left over. By the end of the year we'll be able to diaper the five thousand." I laughed nervously at her joke. "I suppose, I could just use them... all the time... until the order can be changed..." I looked at her hopefully. "I suppose that's all we can do." YES! "Do you mind?" "Nah.." I said trying not to sound excited, "It'll make Dave feel better that he's not the only one." "OK then. If you're sure." "So, I'll need all the gear." "What gear?" I listed the changing table and accessories that she would buy over the internet that very afternoon. That night, I used the toilet for the last time ever. CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM (Part 2) "So, I'll need all the gear," I said, thinking of all the terrific changing equipment in Dave's bathroom. "What gear?" she replied, puzzled. "Well Dave had all the things he needed for changing himself. If I'm going to be in diapers as much as him, I'll need that kind of stuff. You know, changing table, lotion, talc, Vaseline, diaper bags, a pail." "Wow," she said, bemused, "It sounds like when I was shopping right after I got pregnant. At least I don't have to buy a crib!" I laughed. "OK, I have the day off tomorrow. We'll go into town and get your things. Is that diaper used?" She asked, pointing at my diaper. "Just a little bit. This strip at the front is a wetness indicator. A strip will highlight here when it's messy." "OK, get it off now, and get ready for bed. I want you in Goodnites again tonight, because you don't need a changing table for those." "Awww Mum, I can go to Dave's and change." "No, you've intruded on them enough today. Goodnites. Store all these diapers in your bathroom." Grudgingly, I went upstairs with the bags of Depends. When in my bathroom, I stacked them neatly and took off my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the depends. Mum was right, I couldn't use it without a changing table. I carefully took it off, and stuffed it into one of the small diaper bags we got for the Goodnites. Then, I walked over to what had previously been my diaper drawer in the dresser. In it, I had stocked the Goodnites, of which only 4 were left, along with all the equipment I used to produce makeshift diapers. In there were soggy towels, rolls and rolls of kitchen paper, trash bags, duct tape, and all the crappy things I had to use for crappy diapers. I took out two of the Goodnites, cut a hole in one and put them on, making a doubler. Since I was to be in Depends after tomorrow, I delighted in throwing the entire contents of my diaper drawer away. I then opened the six packets of Depends, and poured there contents into the drawer. I took one last look at the over-two-hundred diapers, then went to bed. In the morning, I awoke to find my Goodnites damp. Realising I had not wet them myself, it hit on me that I had actually wet the bed! Naturally! I assumed that it was because of my lazy bladder, which had gotten used to letting go whenever it wanted to. After a quick breakfast, Mum and I got into the car and headed for town. I was very exited. Two-and-a-half hours later, we pulled back up outside the house. After unpacking the car and organising the items neatly in my bedroom, this is what I found. My new diaper changing table was blue in colour. It had a plastic top, with a rim. The drawers and cabinets were baby-proofed. Inside them, I had stocked my very own Pampers-Care-Mats, baby lotion, talcum powder, Vaseline, diaper bags, trash bags, and a huge diaper pail, for the old used ones. Half my diapers remained in the drawer I put them in yesterday, the other half I neatly stacked on a shelf above the changing table. It all looked beautiful. Shaking with anticipation, I stood up on the table, and reached out for a diaper. I put it on the end of the table top, and lay myself down. I then performed the rituals with the powders and lotions, getting my diaper area well prepared. Then I unfolded the exquisitely unconventional underwear, and placed the back of it under my butt. Lifting the front over my fully erect dick, and taping the six tapes tightly into position was the greatest experience ever. I was putting on MY VERY OWN DIAPER!!! It was two weeks after my first full-time diaper days. Later that day, about 8 o'clock, Mum was having a lady from her company over. She said that if all went well, she may get promoted. I had been playing at Dave's for a few hours, and headed home at 6:50. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" my mother screamed when I got in. "She'll be here in five minutes! Go get changed! GO!" I was surprised that she was arriving so early. Looking down, I decided she would not be impressed to find me in a T Shirt and a very used diaper, so I rushed up to change. I picked out some smart clothes, and gave myself the quickest diaper change attempted! I didn't even have time to put on the powder and lotion, having only just had enough time to get off all the poop. I only taped up two of the tapes, and rushed on my clothes. Then I ran downstairs and found she had arrived. With horror, I realised just how loose the diaper was. It was crinkling badly. I hoped she didn't notice. But... Just at the end of dinner, I had to pee. I let go, and realised just how loose the thing was. The pee was trickling down my leg, soaking my trousers. I tried to stop, but a whole bladder's worth came out. While I was still peeing, she said that she had to go. They both stood up, and looked at me expectantly. Slowly, I stood up. The face on my Mum's face was a mixture of horror, embarrassment and shame. The face of our guest was surprised, and embarrassed. My face blushed red, and looked to the floor. Mum tried to salvage a good atmosphere by showing her out with forced cheerfulness. I stood where I was, waiting. I heard the front door slam shut, and my mother stormed into the room. She marched right up to me, and yanked my pants down. There, was my inefficiently-placed diaper. It began to slowly slip to my knees. One of the tapes snapped open and it fell to the ground, exposing my naked body to my mother. "This is NOT how you change yourself efficiently, young man! The function of diapers is to PREVENT accidents. This is absolutely inexcusable in front of company." She continued with her speech while pulling off the rest of my clothes, piling them in a heap and throwing the mostly dry diaper in the trash can. When I was standing completely naked, not wearing a stitch, she came back into the room and announced that I was not too old for a spanking. "You haven't spanked me since I was a little baby!" "YES! That's right! But it's the babies who wet their pants!" She sat down on the settee, and I knew what I was expected to do. Slowly, I walked over, and bent my light frame over her knee. She lifted me all the way onto the sofa, so I was lying down over her leg. Then she spanked my bare ass with her hand. I lost count of the number of times (I stopped counting at about 30). She spanked me so hard. I honestly felt like I deserved it. It was definitely my fault. After she had finished whacking me, she pushed me onto my feet. She told me to wait in my bathroom. She followed me up, and diapered me herself. It was the first time anyone had diapered me since Dave. My Mum had not diapered me since I was six, when I was still wearing Pampers to bed. While she was doing it, she went on about how I could not be trusted to do it myself, and how she was now sure that I did need these diapers after all. She then put me to bed. The morning after, she apologised for getting so hard-handed. I apologised for embarrassing her. She said that I could change my own diapers from now on again, but she would monitor how my diaper was attached every hour, when she was at home. She did exactly this. I went back to changing myself, which I did with greater care than ever. I made sure my diaper was as tight as possible. Every hour, she would come into whichever room I was in and ask me to pull down my pants. Usually when she did, the strip at the front was showing. She would only make me change if the strip at the back was on. After five days of this routine, we went back to normal. It was now a full month after I started wearing diapers. The first of the month, a Saturday, was a beautiful summer's morning. The diaper delivery was due at 10:00am, and I was dressed just in time. A van with 'Medisup, Supplying Medical Products since 1900' parked outside Dave's house, and I ran out eagerly to help bring in the merchandise. When I got out there, Dave and his Mum was waiting. A young delivery man came out of the cabin with a clipboard. "You're the... 12 diapers?" All three of us said yes, and we followed him to the back of the van. He climbed in, fumbled around for about thirty seconds, then we heard the elevator motors let the platform down. On it, was standing the delivery man, and a stack of twelve HUGE boxes of diapers. Looking at them, boggle eyed, I read "MoliCare Super Plus" The count of stock was 100 DIAPERS!! I stared, wide-eyed, realising the company had made a mistake with the order. They had literally delivered 12 X 100 diapers. Over one-thousand diapers! Me and Dave just looked at them, but his Mum said, "No, no, no. We ordered bags of thirty." "Sorry Ma'am, these are the only diapers I was given. If there's a mistake with the order you'll have to phone head office." He drove off as if he was in a hurry, leaving us these diapers. Dave's Mum looked distraught. "Well Ricky, you'd better take your half. I'll take this up with them later." It took me a long time to get all six boxes up to my room. By now, I only had about 5 depends left. I unpacked these new diapers, which were purple in colour. They looked like they could hold quite a lot. I put one on, and it felt good to get out of the Depends routine. The next morning, another van came. A different driver, who had a lot more time for us, told us, "We're very sorry about the mix-up, and as compensation, we're giving you an order twice your normal size today, and for the rest of your contract term, for free." It seemed very stupid to fix the problem of too many diapers with MORE diapers, but it was just me and Dave there, and we didn't argue. The driver helped us to take our share to our bathrooms. There were about ten cases of diapers each! Molicare, Depends and Attends, the biggest brands, made up most of the order. They also gave us a case of prototype diapers called 'Pampers Big Kid' The slogan claimed them to be just an oversized Pamper. They were made for a teenager's body and absorbed a hell of a lot. The design on the front was similar to the teddy bears and things on the baby pampers, which I found quite cute. Huggies had followed suit, and provided a box of their prototypes, one of normal Huggies, and one of oversized 'Little Swimmers,' diapers to wear while swimming. I looked at my bathroom. There were about 15 huge cases of diapers stacked on my floor. I owned over a thousand diapers! And an order just like it would come again every month!!! I was now a diaper boy. CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM (Part 3) Dave and I were in my bathroom. He was holding a notebook and pen. We'd decided to catalogue all the kinds of diapers we had. We were both wearing fresh Attends diapers, having changed each other moments ago. We were not wearing any other clothes. "OK," I said, picking up a case of diapers from the first pile. "These are the Attends." "Not bad," said he, "but they just don't feel as nice as most of the others." "Yeah, you're right. 6 out of 10?" He nodded and wrote down the score. We repeated the process with all the other piles. Next were the Depends, then the Molicare. There were one or two cases of diapers from smaller companies, which didn't work very well for us. The diaper company had put us on a diaper prototype testing program, and we had several cases of diapers from Pampers and Huggies. The first pile of cases were Pampers, Size 'A'. They were pretty cool. Exactly the same as baby pampers, but just on a larger scale, with a MASSIVE amount of absorbency. The designs on the front were the same as the baby ones, which me and Dave both found quite cute. The next cases were Huggies. The first ones were regular strap-on ones. They weren't quite as good as the Pampers. The didn't hold as much, and they felt quite uncomfortable. The next case was the big brother of Goodnites. The label said 'Huggies Big-Kid Pull-Ups' The diapers inside were quite useful if you needed something with little absorbency, and something you could wear outside with no danger of being found out, but me and Dave didn't need that. The final cases were Huggies Little Swimmers. They were fantastic for swimming in, but not much good for anything else. After this, we spent hours experimenting with diapers. We made all sorts of doublers, using different combinations, we tried to invent new ways of changing each other's diapers at the same time... It was a lot of fun! By the end of our games, we were in the pampers. My diaper pail was full of the experimentals. Every summer, Mum, David, his mum and I would all go on holiday together. We usually went to a small country town close to a beach. Every year, we hired a comfy Land-Rover, and had a long road trip to our destination. This year, we were going to the furthest point of the States, to a reasonably busy resort. David and I decided that we would be very bold about our diapers. We would treat them just the way babies do, who don't care who sees them wearing a diaper, and don't care about having a change in front of hundreds of people on a beach. Dave and I packed two empty diaper cases with our favourite kinds of diapers. We packed very few pants and shorts, plenty of T-Shirts, and NO underwear. On the morning before the road-trip, we discussed double-diapers which would last longer, but instead decided it would be more fun to change each other as we go along. It was a hot morning, so I went out to the car wearing just a T Shirt and a purple Molicare diaper. I dumped my suitcases in the trunk, and sat down in the back seat, carrying the diaper bag. Inside it, changing mats, lotion etc... Dave followed me in a few seconds later. He was wearing a green Attends and a navy T shirt. He smiled at my choice of colour T Shirt. Had he not known I was gay he would probably have criticised. "Is that the diaper bag?" he asked. "Yep." I replied, "Enough for two changes each in here. More supplies in the back." "Cool." Surveying the back seat, I saw there was enough space for one of us to sit down, while the other lay with his head in the other's lap, having a change. Our mothers soon came in, and we started to drive. Within a few hours of the drive, we'd both had our two changes. On my second, we stopped outside a store, and lots of people gaped at us. I loved the feeling that other people knew I was in diapers, and that Dave was changing me. He was always so gentle. He probably knew by now that I had a crush on him, but neither of us said anything. The following day, we reached the hotel where we were staying. Me and Dave were sharing a room. My Mum had ordered us a full en suite, with baby changing facilities. The changing table in the main room was just big enough. We stored all our diaper supplies in, and gave each other a much needed change. At the end of the day, we noticed that there was only one double- bed. CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM (Part 4) Dave and I looked down on the one double bed. We hadn't packed any sleeping bags, so we absolutely HAD to sleep together. Dave was straight and I was gay, yet I seemed to have more of a problem with this than him. "Well..." he said, "I suppose it'll be OK if we both understand it means nothing." "Um... yeah. I mean, we've both seen each other nude and had touched each other. He smiled at me, and lifted back the covers invitingly. Sheepishly, I climbed in. He followed me in, and tucked us in. At first, we avoided contact, but after a while, we ended up hugging. We each had one arm over the other's shoulder, and the other hand clenching each other's diapered butts. We both found ourselves more comfortable like this. While we were falling asleep, we both felt each other's poop coming out. In the morning, we were both OK with sleeping together, and he made absolutely sure I didn't 'think' anything of it. We changed each other into Huggies, and put on shirts and shorts. We ordered up breakfast and decided to walk down to the beach. I packed up the diaper bag with three Huggies, three pampers, three depends, three Molicare and four Little Swimmers. At the beach, we both sat and talked for a while. About twenty minutes later, we changed each other into the big little swimmers. Everybody on the beach watched us, but we didn't care. We went swimming for about an hour, then came out again. The bag was just where we left it, because surprisingly enough, no-one wanted to steal teenage diapers. After changing each other into pampers, and putting the poopy Little Swimmers into bags, we lay down in nothing-but- diapers, catching some rays and chatting. About an hour after, another boy came up to us. He was wearing just swimming trunks, very muscular, blond, blue eyes, and VERY cute. I didn't have any idea why he would want to come up to two boys wearing diapers, but he did. "Hi, I'm Sam." We sat up, and introduced ourselves. He sat down with us, "Are you wearing diapers?" "What does it look like?" replied Dave. "Why?" We told him the whole story, and he surprisingly didn't reject or ridicule us. We asked him to tell us about him, and he told us he was on holiday with his family, he was 14, from Florida, and a whole bunch of stuff. It didn't go very far with Sam, but it was nice to get on with life in diapers without too much fuss. We changed back into Swimmers and played with him in the water. The rest of the holiday was uneventful, and followed a nice pattern. At the end of the holiday, we had only four diapers left, which we doubled and wore on the trip back. One diaper holding an entire day's pee and poop felt a bit weird, but kinda fun. All the poop spread out over my butt, and the pee kept me warm. As soon as we got back, we gave each other a very messy change, and were never separable again. ** Ricky and Dave were best friends for months, after which Dave came out to Ricky. They were married at the age of twenty-two and devoted their lives to making the perfect diaper for DLs and Incontinent people alike. They both died happy, and diapered. **