Mark Gets Diapers Contact the Author at JeffDigger@usa.net. Copyright (c) 2000, Jeff Digger. All rights reserved Chapter 1 Mark sat naked on his bed, looking despondently at the door, his hand on the diaper. At thirteen, he was proud of his bit of pubic hair and newly enlarged genitals, but his sex organs weren't on his mind right now. He had sat there for a long time each evening for months, wishing his mom would come in and offer to put a diaper on. He had thought of repeatedly wetting the bed as an attention getter, but was unwilling to put up with a cold, wet bed, or to put his mother out having to clean up everything the next day. He let out a sigh and began to get up to crawl into bed. Suddenly, the door opened and his dad appeared. Carl took in the situation and tried to suppress the knowing grin he had hated so as a young teenager. "Oh, sorry," Carl apologized, "I didn't realize you were … indisposed." "That's Ok." The two looked at each other eyes for a moment Mark desperate to tell someone of his need. "What is it, Mark?" Carl always took care to draw his son out, knowing how difficult some subjects were for teenagers. Mark almost blurted out his heart's desire, but chickened out at the last minute. He jumped under the covers, pulling the diaper with him, embarrassed at his own thoughts. "Is that a diaper?" asked Carl kindly. Mark turned deep red. "Yes," he barely whispered. "What's it for?" Mark had to remind himself to breathe. "Nothing." Carl had always treated an answer of nothing as an invitation to talk. He smiled, walked over to Mark's bed, and sat down. He pushed Mark's hair out of his eyes and stroked his cheek. "Is this about masturbation?" Mark shook his head no, relieved his dad had missed meaning, and glad to be on a subject they had talked about before. Mark had never done it, though. It seemed, well, just too weird. Carl felt the sincerity of Mark's head shake. "What is it about, then?" Carl asked, confused. Mark took a big breath. "Dad have you ever wanted to be a baby. Just for a while, I mean?" Carl sensed how important his answer would be to Mark. He thought for a bit, then answered, "No. Have you?" Mark felt tears welling up in his eyes, tears born of the struggle between fear and trust. "Yes." He searched his dad's eyes for signs of acceptance. "Ever since I was three I wanted to go to bed in diapers. Is that Ok?" Carl was shocked, but tried not to show it. He had expected and prepared for questions about sex and drugs, but diapers had never even occurred to him. "I suppose it's Ok." He thought for a minute more. "Do you want some help with the diaper?" Mark wanted to say that he wanted mom to help with his diaper, but didn't want to spoil what he had gained in the last few minutes. "Sure." Carl smiled a faded smile and pulled back the covers. Mark handed him the diaper. Carl lifted Mark's bottom and placed the diaper under it. "Just a minute," he said and walked out of the room. Mark heard his mom and dad talking quietly in the hall, then his dad rummaging in the hall closet. Soon he returned with a jar of Vaseline. Mark's eyes expanded as he realized what his father was going to do. "We don't want you to get a diaper rash," his father explained. Carl opened the Vaseline, took a glob and lifted Mark's butt into the air. He gently spread the gooey ointment onto Mark's bottom. To his horror, Mark felt an erection forming. Noticing Mark's discomfort, Carl commented with a smile, "Oh, don't worry. You got an erection when we changed your diaper as a baby too." Carl carefully spread the balm into Mark's butt crack, rubbing it into his anus. Mark turned red as he felt his erection grow hard. Carl moved on to his scrotum, treating his testicles gingerly to avoid hurting his son. Mark gasped when Carl spread the Vaseline on to his penis. Fortunately, Mark's dad quickly moved on, lubricating his lower abdomen, then pulling the diaper up. Mark gasped once more as his dad pushed Mark's penis down into the diaper before fastening it. Carl pulled the covers back over Mark, and kissed him on the forehead, wishing him a good night. Mark drifted off to sleep, cherishing the wonder of it all. In the middle of the night, Mark got up to go to the bathroom. He was halfway there before he remembered he had a diaper on. He stood still and tried to pee, but found his body resisted. He squatted a bit, and tried again, relieved that his body cooperated this time. As the warm urine filled his diaper, he was amazed at the sensual feelings of warm liquid creeping up his scrotum and bottom. After he was done, he stood there, feeling the puddle in his diaper as it was slowly absorbed. He went back to bed, feeling calm assurance and strength coming from his wet diaper. Quickly he fell asleep, smiling. Debra was less shocked than Carl to find out her son's desire to wear a diaper. For weeks she had felt like going into Mark's bedroom at night and holding him in her arms, naked or clothed. She had always felt a psychic connection to Mark, and was glad to realize that it had been his desires calling her. She soothed Carl's worries, convincing him that infantilist tendencies were harmless and, in fact, could help Mark lead a more stress free life. What she didn't say was that she had been reluctant to stop babying Mark as he grew up. She had purposefully avoided potty training until he was three, and had let him have a bottle at night as long as he wanted. When he was six, some friends at school found out about his nightly bottle and teased him until he stopped. She had bathed him until he was ten, when she began to feel guilty at bathing an older child. Because of Carl's low sperm count, they had only been able to have one child and, while she would never get in the way of his maturation, she regretted her baby growing up. She had a hard time getting to sleep that night, hopeful plans filling her mind. The next morning, Debra walked cheerily into Mark's room, not bothering with the polite knock she had imposed on herself since he was twelve. She sat down on her sleeping boy's bed and stroked his face to wake him. "Hi, mom," he piped. His voice was still girlish. "Hi, baby." Debra didn't even try to hide her thoughts. Mark grinned at the title, feeling himself relax as only a baby could. He was a bit surprised to feel warmth spreading in his diaper without effort on his part. Debra noticed his look and correctly figured out what was going on. "Is my baby wetting his diaper?" she asked coyly, reaching under the covers and placing her hand on the diaper. Mark nodded shyly, relieved that his mother's touch didn't generate any sexual feelings. Debra waited until Mark was done, then asked, "Do you want to wear a diaper to school?" Mark shook his head vigorously no. He was quite aware of what seventh graders would do about a diaper wearer. "Well, let's get you a bath." Debra pulled the covers off of Mark and helped him out of bed. She led him by the hand into the bathroom, where the tub was nearly full of steaming water. Debra helped Mark lay down on the floor and gently untaped his diaper. Pulling the diaper down, she giggled at the sight of his tiny patch of pubic hair. Noticing Mark's frown, she got control of herself and dumped the soggy diaper in the garbage can. Debra pulled her bath apron out of the closet where it had sat for three years. She dumped water over Mark's head and shampooed his hair, laying him back to rinse it out in the bath water. She filled a wash cloth with suds and lathered his upper body, then pulled him to standing position. Gently, she washed the remaining Vaseline off his crotch, carefully pulling back his foreskin to wash underneath. Mark was disturbed that his penis got bigger, but was relieved that he didn't get a full erection. He luxuriated in his mom's attentions, in the caring feeling of being washed all over. By the time she had rinsed him off and dried him with a fluffy towel, he felt happy and at peace with the work, able to handle anything. Debra led Mark back to his room and dressed him. When she bent over to pull up his underwear, her eyes came within three inches of his genitals. She felt a tiny surge of feelings, but quickly suppressed them, reminding herself that this was her son. She giggled as she had to pull the band of the underwear out far to get it around his bulge. Soon she was zipping his pants and pulling a T-shirt over his head. She even tied his shoes for him. Carl had prepared breakfast. As they silently ate, Carl pondered at how peaceful his wife and son seemed. 'Maybe this will be all right after all.' he mused.