Characters:
Willi McKenzie: 11 year old boy
Colonel Sam McKenzie, Willi's father
Patricia McKenzie, Willi's Mother
Jilley McKenzie: Willi's 13 year old sister
Josh McKenzie: His Uncle
Mary McKenzie: His Aunt
Joey McKenzie: Willey's 4 year old cousin
Billy Martin: 10 year old friend
Terry Danson: 12 year old friend
Jeremey Abbot: once his mortal enemy
	Willi McKenzie jumped down from the yellow schoolbus. 
Splitting off from the cluster of middleschoolers, he 
scurried down a path off the side of the road. Skidding down 
the steep bank into the woods, he heard his friends calling 
to each other as they headed down the street to the ball 
field by Euan's grocery. Normally, he'd be with them on such 
a bright sunny day, but he was in a rush to get home. At the 
bottom of the bank, he sprinted, his high top tennis shoes 
making dimples in the moist red clay as he dodged logs and 
hopped gulleys. The brush slapped at his faded levi's as he 
came into the backyard of the old victorian house. Unlike 
his usual tumultuous entrance, he slowed and slipped quitely 
around the side of the house, climbing up the old concrete 
blocks set in the ivied bank by the north wall. He carefully 
opened the back door. Moving quietly, he passed his father's 
library and headed up the carpeted stairs to his room.
	Closing the door, Willi got down on his knees, and 
reached under the bed. He stretched to reach the far corner 
where the bed was shoved against the corner of the room. 
Feeling nothing, he moved his hand from side to side, and 
then began to frantically sweep his hand back and forth, 
brushing the wood with his fingertips. Willi's heart skipped 
a beat, and a knot formed in his stomach. Reaching up he 
took the lamp off his bedside table and tipped it sideways 
to look under the bed. Nothing.
	Willi stood up shaking. He knew he should have hidden 
the diapers outside. Then he could have run them through the 
washer and dryer when his mom went shopping on Saturday as 
usual. This morning he'd overslept, and wakened with his 
father tickling him on the ribs - fortunately just above the 
soggy diapers hidden under the his P.J.'s. He'd grabbed the 
sheets and held them down, yelling at his father to leave 
him alone. 
	Sam McKenzie, momentarilly startled, had stood up and 
looked down at his son, taken aback. Puzzled. Normally the 
boy was in pretty good, if sleepy, spirits when he got him 
up. Shrugging it off to a bad morning, Sam had kept his 
voice cheerful, telling the obviously anxious boy to hurry 
up or he'd be late for school.
	Willi, looking at the clock, realized he'd have to run 
to catch his bus. He was relieved to see his father leave 
the room, and had squirreled out of the wet diapers and 
carefully balled them up into his pajama bottoms before 
getting out of bed. Even though, he thought he was a bit old 
for footed sleepers, he was glad he'd had them on, as they'd 
covered everything when his father had pulled back the 
sheets. Standing up, the naked boy ran his fingers down over 
his smooth hairless crotch, feeling the damp pee still 
clinging to his skin. He loved the faint aroma of amonia, 
and wished he could put the wet diapers back on. Carefully 
closing the door to his room, so his older sister Jilley 
wouldn't see him, he separated the diapers from the pajamas. 
Realizing he wouldn't have time to run out and hide them in 
the woods behind the house, he balled up the wet cloth and 
shoved the diapers into a far corner under his bed.
	He then pulled the plastic bag out of the pajamas. By 
cutting the corners off, he'd created holes that fit around 
his legs tightly enough to keep the his pee from wetting the 
bed. Though occasionally there were wet spots on the sheets, 
his mother had never said anything, and he assummed she 
hadn't noticed them. Unfortunately he had to tuck the 
plastic in over the diapers to keep from leaking at the top, 
and the crinkled plastic never felt very comfortable around 
his waist. How he dreamed of real plastic pants. The plastic 
bags were a poor substitute, useful only in so far as they 
were easily made and disposed of without suspicion. How he 
envied his 4 year old cousin Joey, kept in thick cloth 
diapers and plastic pants by Uncle Josh and Aunt Mary. He 
planned to volunteer a lot of time over the summer to watch 
the kid. Willi just loved looking at that padded bottom 
toddling around the backyard in plastic pants and T-shirt. 
	His mother must have cleaned his room and found the wet 
diapers! Willi's normally ruddy complexion was sheet white. 
He sat down on his bed, tears welling up from his brown eyes 
as he shook with terror. His mind was blank with fear. How 
is a boy supposed to deal with his parents finding out that 
he'd been sneaking his four year old cousin's diapers and 
wetting them in secret. He had no idea why, but it was 
irresistible. He could still almost feel the sensation when 
he'd first tried on real diapers. Screwing up his courage, 
he'd snuck two of Joey's diapers, putting them on under a 
loose fitting pair of coverall's he'd worn over to his Aunt 
and Uncle's one Saturday. The thrill of the thick cloth 
bunched up between his legs and the possiblility of someone 
noticing the buldge under his loose clothing on the way 
home, had left him almost dizzy with excitement. When he got 
home, he'd locked himself in the bathroom for an hour, even 
though no one was in the house, and paraded naked in front 
of the mirror with the diapers pinned tightly around his 
waist. They were real - right down to the two blue teddy 
bear pins purloined from Joey's diaper table!
	Now, there was nothing Willi could do. His parents 
knew! He shook some more, struggling to get control of 
himself. He sat down on his bed and put his head down on his 
hands. It was then that he noticed for the first time that 
he'd been so scared, he'd actually wet his pants. There was 
a dark stain the size of a baseball around his crotch where 
the pee had soaked the faded blue denim cloth. Ironically, 
somehow the wet pants actually comforted him. Sometimes, 
when he was out in the woods, he'd deliberately do this, 
running around on the trails where there was always the 
chance that one of his friends might see him before they 
dried out. It had always been a wonderful feeling, somehow 
made all the better by the possibility of discovery. Once, 
Billy Martin and Terry Danson had almost caught him. They'd 
seen him on a trail and had called out to him to ask if he 
wanted to go over to the old tree house and play war. He'd 
yelled back that he was late getting home, and had raced 
off, terrified, up the trail deeper into the woods before 
they could follow. After his mom finding his wet diapers, 
however, he wasn't about to be discovered with wet pants. 
Quickly he stripped off the trousers and the underwear. 
Fortunately, he hadn't really soaked them and he knew that 
they would dry out in the laundry hamper long before his 
mother did the Monday wash. His mother had never commented 
on the occasional pee stain on his underwear, and he didn't 
expect any trouble from that.
	Leaving the levis and white jockey shorts in a bunch on 
the floor, he went over to his bureau to get clean clothes. 
It had been hot all day, so he searched around in the bottom 
for a pair of shorts. The weather had just turned warm, and 
with the beginning of summer, they were still at the bottom 
of the pile beneath the jeans he usually wore to school. He 
pulled out a pair of light green cotton denim shorts and 
held them up. Compared to most boy's shorts, the legs were 
quite short. Even though the stores stocked mostly jams and 
bermuda-length, his mother disliked the way they looked, and 
she always cut off and hemmed the legs to what she regarded 
as a proper length for boys - about a half inch below the 
crotch. As his mother never bought him knee or other 
athletic length socks, but socks that reached just above the 
tops of his high top tennis shoes, this left his legs 
exposed from ankle to nearly his crotch, while, at the same 
time, they emphasized the smooth curves of his round little 
fanny. His mother referred to this as "European-style" from 
the boys she and Sam had admired while on their summer honey 
moon camping around Germany.
	Though his friends usually kidded him a bit about his 
short-shorts, he secretly liked them cause they looked like 
little boy shorts. Since he'd grown up in the neighborhood, 
all the kids were used to them. Their teasing was pretty 
friendly, and he enjoyed wearing them, particularly around 
some older kids in the neighborhood. He liked the way they 
tended to treat him like a little boy - it had become kind 
of a game with them once they picked up on the fact that he 
actually liked this. He was a likable kid whose shy smile, 
respectful charm, and playful nature made him a fun little 
monkey to have around, and his playing at being a little boy 
was accepted as a running joke.
	Laying the shorts on the floor, Willi pulled open the 
second drawer of his bureau to get clean underwear. There, 
washed and neatly folded, were the diapers, placed between 
the T-shirts and jocky shorts. 

	Willi stayed up in his room until called for dinner. 
His mother had heard him come in, but had chosen not to 
disturb him, leaving him to make his own discoveries of the 
mornings events. This had not been the first time she'd 
found diapers in his room. Some months ago there had been 
wet diapers under the bed, and several times she had found 
the dry diapers hidden under his jeans or in his closet 
during periodic cleanings and reorganizations of his often 
chaotic room. It had been four months since her sister-in-
law had called up to tell her that she'd seen Willi sneak a 
couple of Joey's diapers and wear them home under his 
overalls. The not infrequent wet spots, and pee stains on 
his sheets, in the light of all this were more than tell-
tale. She and Sam had said nothing. It was also true that 
neither she or Sam were particularly anxious to see Willi 
grow up, and they always dressed him in clothes as young as 
they and Willi could get away with. Willi still had grey 
flannel shorts for church, even though most boys his age had 
slacks, and she always bought footed pajamas for him along 
with the short-shorts. She had even reseamed some so that 
they had no fly. They both thought his sneaking the diapers 
was cute, but felt that they should respect his privacy. 
They also knew about the pants wetting in the woods. The 
heavy pee stains on the underwear and the distinctive slight 
air of amonia about the boy and sudden changes in clothing 
were all noticed along with the pattern of secretive 
dissappearances into the woods. Once she had seen him 
dissappear hurridly around the corner of the house into the 
woods, his levis clearly padded at crotch.and fanny. 
	Sam and she had discussed how they should handle this 
many times, and had waited to see if the pattern established 
itself into a fixation, and how he dealt with his unusual 
desires. Having Willi in diapers was exciting to them both 
for a variety of reasons, but they also felt that they 
should not force or push him towards something he might 
resent latter. Even though this fetish was appealing to them 
both, it was his, and they wanted him to develope his 
personality and sexuality in his own way. Recent events had 
made it clear, though, that Willi was beginning to skate on 
thin ice. The trips into the woods to wet his pants and 
wander around could lead to unfortunate consequences. Willi 
was becoming more daring in these voyages out into the 
world, and at 11 years of age, they weren't at all 
comfortable with this. Clearly he was flirting with 
discovery, almost pursuing it. In addition, Willi's 
preoccupation with the diapers was having an undesirable 
effect on his personality. Usually open and cheerful, he was 
becoming secretive and withdrawn. The edge had gone off his 
schoolwork, and he often seemed to avoid playing with his 
friends. Worse, he often seemed fearful and anxious. It was 
becoming obvious that the stress of hiding what was 
obviously an obscession was having an unhappy effect.

	When Willi was called down to dinner, he was the last 
to arrive. He took his usual place at the table with a sense 
of looming catastrophe. He said nothing, studying his 
placemat. When he glanced discretely around the table, he 
could see nothing unusual in the faces of his parents, 
though Jilley gave him a funny look when he briefly crossed 
eyes with her. That was enough to tell him that his secret 
was out to the whole family. As he sat there, a knot of 
anticipation in his stomache, his parents talked about the 
day and its events as though nothing unusual had happened. 
His dad, still wearing the officer's dress Khaki's he 
usually wore on the post, was discussing the plans for the 
summer with his mother and sister. There were big plans for 
a vacation to the Caribbean in September before school 
started, and Jilley was dissappointed that she was going to 
be at camp during this time. She had a job as a 14 yr old 
junior councilor that she had been looking forward to as a 
camper for years. After passing the plates around, Colonel 
McKenzie asked Jilley how school had gone that day and if 
she had finished her homework. After discussing this and the 
ceremony in the fall where she would get a letter for 
cheerleading, his father asked Willi how his day had been. 
Willi wasn't very responsive, and mumbled something about 
having no homework as next week was going to largely be 
exams before summer break. 
	In her usual best lecture tone, his mother cut in and 
said, during a pause in the conversation: "Willi, its time 
you started to take better care of your room, you can't 
leave your clothes lying all over the place. I have a lot of 
work to do and I can't always be picking up after you."
	Usual stuff. He got this lecture about every week. 
	"I also don't want to find any more of your wet diapers 
stuffed under your bed. They make the whole room smell. From 
now on you are to put them in the wash along with your other 
clothes."
	The startled look on Willi's face almost made Colonel 
McKenzie loose his straight face. His sister Jilley choked 
audibley but said nothing. His mother just continued on 
lightly scolding him for being such a sloppy boy, and 
proceeded into a lecture on the necessity of his staying in 
and spending some time preparing for his exams during the 
weekend. Part of her usual pep talk about school which he 
and Jilley had had repeated a thousand times. That was it. 
The topic of conversation moved on to politics and the 
drubbing the democrats had gotten in the elections. Both Sam 
and his wife were quite pleased, as it augured improvements 
in military salaries and benefits which had deteriorated 
substantially in recent years. 
	Willi could hardly believe that that was it. After 
dinner he dissappeared back up the stairs to his room and 
got out his toy soldiers and spread them on the floor. He 
played with these half heartedly until bedtime, when his 
mother entered his room. "Put your toys away Willi, its time 
for bed." The 11 year-old barely looked at her as he 
hurridely gathered them up into their box, and headed off to 
the bathroom to brush his teeth. His mother was leaving the 
room just as he returned. "Willi, I put your night things 
out on your bed for you, if you need any help call me. By 
the way, I'm going to have to get you some decent plastic 
pants to use with your diapers." She bent over and kissed 
the startled boy on the top of his head and ruffled his 
brown chesnut hair. "I'll be back in ten minutes to tuck you 
in."
	Willi walked into his room to find his footed sleepers 
lying on the bed, and Joey's two diapers neatly laid out 
next to them in an open kite fold. Beside them were two new 
diaper pins with little yellow rabbit heads. His mother had 
also left a plastic bag and a pair of her kitchen sissors. 
Willi walked over and stared at the diapers. The door to his 
room was open and he saw his sister pass by on her way to 
the bathroom. "Night Willi, sleep well, see ya in the 
morning." She grinned and dissappeared into the bathroom.
	Willi closed the door to his room, and went over to the 
bed. He looked at the neatly laid out diapers. He really 
wanted to put them on. The rabbit pins were really cute. His 
hands trembled, and then he unbuckled his levi's, pushing 
them and his white jockey shorts down around his ankles.He 
stepped out of them, leaving them bunched on the floor. 
Somehow seeing his diapers laid out by his mother, there in 
the open where he knew his sister had to have seen them: all 
made his heart pound with excitement. He hopped up on the 
bed and straddled the diapers. The thick cloth felt cool and 
smooth against his crotch as he pulled the bulk up between 
his smooth creamy white legs. Reaching over he took a diaper 
pin off the bed, stuck it into the cloth, pushing it through 
the material and closed the clasp. The diapers were small 
for his medium-build, and he had to pull the corners tightly 
together to pin the other side. He knew from past experience 
that they'd loosen up after he wet them, and could hardly 
wait to get his jury-rigged plastic bag over them. The 
plastic bag his mother had put on the bed was pretty heavy 
duty, and made good imitation plastic pants. Carefully 
cutting the corners off the bag so that they would stretch 
snugly around his legs, he stepped into it and pulled the 
plastic up over the diapers. As always, when he tucked the 
top of the bag in around his tummy over the diapers the 
crinkly plastic made his skin itch.
	Willi suddenly wondered how his mother had known about 
the plastic bags. She couldn't have found last nights' as 
he'd pocketed the bag and disposed of it in a trash bin at 
school. 
	Willi then ran his hands down over his heavily diapered 
front, feeling the smooth plastic and the thick padding 
between his legs. Looking over at the mirror on the dresser, 
he could see himself, and the sight gave him a small 
pleasurable chill - particularly as he knew his mother might 
come back and see him at any moment. He closed his eyes and 
imagined how much better it would be if he had real white 
frosty plastic pants like Joey's. He'd tried to put his 
cousin's on, but they were just too small and he'd ripped a 
pair trying. This had really scared him, and he'd carefully 
shoved them deep into his aunt's garbage pail, where he'd 
prayed she wouldn't find them. He'd lived for several weeks 
in fear that their absence would be noticed, but there had 
been no mention of them, and he'd slowly relaxed. 
	Willy quickly pulled on his baby blue sleeper, stepping 
into the legs and zipping it up to his chin. The diapers 
made a clear bulge below his waist, and he grinned at 
himself in the mirror. With the sleeper on, he looked just 
like Joey.
	Just after he'd gotten in bed and pulled the covers up 
to his chin, his mother returned. She came over and brushed 
his light brown hair out of his eyes, and kissed him on the 
cheek. "Snug as a bug son?"
	Willi blushed a little, knowing that his mother knew he 
had the diapers on. "Yeh." 
	"You know, I love my little diaper-boy a whole great 
big lot."
	Willi blushed again and his mother smiled at him some 
more, turned and clicked off the bedside lamp and got up to 
leave the room. "Mom, how'd you know about the plastic 
bags?"
	Willi's mom turned and chuckled lightly. "Willi, you 
toss and turn a lot. Sometimes you kick off the covers. You 
know, mothers come in at night to make sure their little 
boys are covered up."
	"Oh."
	"Night dear."
	"You really don't mind do you."
	"I got your father so he could see you, he thought you 
looked pretty cute too." Willy's mother gently closed the 
door.
	Willy lay there, his hands down around his padded 
waist, as he slowly flooded the diapers, his pee soaking 
down into the heavy cloth, moving slowly through them to wet 
his crotch and little pink behind. He sighed with pleasure. 
The feeling of being in wet diapers, in bed, and realizing 
that he no longer had to worry about being discovered was 
one of the best moments of his life. He suddenly realized 
that the guilt was gone. A ton of bricks seemed to lift off 
his chest and he sighed with pleasure and happiness.
	
	"Willi, rise and shine." Willi's father looked down at 
the sleepy boy as he slowly opened his eye's.
	Willi felt the wet bulk of his diapers as he squeezed 
his legs together. Suddenly, he realized that the sun was 
streaming into the room, and that his father had pulled back 
the covers exposing the large bulge under his sleepers to 
view. He sat up straight reaching for the blankets to cover 
himself.
	"Uh-uh, Willi." His father intercepted his hand, "time 
to get up."
	"But dad."
	"No buts, up you go, and you're to come down to 
breakfast before you change out of your sleeper."
	"Dad, you can tell I have diapers on! I don't want 
everybody to see me. Please!"
	"That's the point," his dad smiled, "from now on your 
diapers are a family affair. The rest of us get to enjoy 
seeing you in them too. There'll be no more hiding from now 
on. When you're in diapers, we all get to see you. There'll 
be no more guilty running around and hidden little secrets 
here, and if you want us to cooperate with you, you have to 
cooperate with us." He reached down, and putting his hands 
around Willi's waist, lifted him off the bed and onto his 
feet, pushing him towards the door and down the stairs.
	Will could feel the soaked diapers sag, pulling the 
sleepers down at his crotch. He blushed a deep crimson as he 
entered the kitchen. Wet and soggy, he stood there looking 
at his mother and grinning sister."
	"Wow, you're right mom, he looks really cute! How's my 
very little brother this morning?"
	It was one of the most embarrasing moments of Willi's 
life. He felt like he wanted to sink through the floor. Not 
only was he being forced to display himself in front of his 
sister in wet diapers, but now she'd tell everyone at 
school.
	Willi's mother saw panic begin to appear on his face as 
he looked at his sister. Guessing the reason, she laughed 
and said "Don't worry dear, Jilley has promised never to 
tell anyone about your diapers. If you don't want them to 
know, your friends will never know. She can kid you all she 
likes when you have them on. She can point them out to 
strangers. She may even be in charge of you sometimes. But 
only when you are wearing them. Otherwise, she's just your 
older sister. Same as before. Now sit down and eat your 
grapefruit." Her son sat down, looking both relieved and 
embarassed at once. He but couldn't bring himself to look at 
his giggling sister.
	With all his weight on them, moisture began to squeeze 
out of the sodden diapers around the openings of his jury-
rigged plastic pants, soaking into the blue sleepers. Later, 
as he got out of his chair, he felt the damp cloth between 
his legs, and hurridly turned sideways to his sister so she 
couldn't see.
	"Mom, Willi's pants have leaked. Make Willi turn around 
so I can see." Willi glanced angrily at his sister.
	Willi's mother looked down at her embarrased looking 
son: "Turn around Willi", she said", and show Jilley and Dad 
how wet you are." 
	Willi, reallizing that his mother meant it, slowly 
turned. It was painful. His little body shook, as he 
displayed two beautiful dark blue half moon wet spots on the 
back of his sleepers which met just below his crotch to soak 
the sleepers between his legs."
	"Pretty cute Willi." Willi turned his head just in time 
as the camera flashed to catch his surprised expression and 
the back of his wet sleepers. "We can put this in with the 
photos of you in bed with your diapers on this summer." he 
heard his dad say, as his father shoved a photo album to him 
across the table. Opening it he saw two full pages of 
pictures from different angles of himself lying asleep on 
his bed in his power-rangers T-shirt: a yellow plastic bag 
covering a sodden mass of wet diapers with his pale white 
legs sticking out below.
	"Reeealy cute Willi!" He looked at his sister with 
resignation, as he heard his dad say: "You can look at them 
anytime you want Jilley, but now its time for our little 
diaper-boy to march up stairs and get ready for school. He 
heard the family chuckling as he trod off up stairs to his 
room, wet sleepers, diapers and all.
	When Willi got home from school, he played in the 
backyard until dinner time, avoiding his sister. Seeing her 
after this morning filled him with dread. Up in his room, 
after dinner, he went over to his bureau and opened his 
underwear drawer. There were many more diapers than before. 
New diapers, larger than his old ones. Next to them was a 
neat stack of large frosty white plastic pants. His heart 
stopped. He reached down, and picked up a pair. Holding them 
out, he opened them up, looking at the wide crotch and the 
neatly stitched elastic around the leg holes and waist. 
There was the wonderful sweet pink smell of new plastic. 
Tears of joy literally flowed down his face. He couldn't 
wait to try on a pair, and grabbing two diapers and some 
pins from a little dish where his mother had placed them on 
the bureau, he ran over to his bed.
	He was hurridley pulling his pants down over his shoes 
when his mother walked in. He looked at her panicked as he 
tried to pull his trousers back up. His mother hadn't seen 
him naked since he was eight, and he was furiously 
embarrassed. "Mom!"
	"Willy, I came up to help you with your diapers and 
your new plastic pants. I think you'll find that the larger 
size has to be folded just right to properly fit a little 
boy." 
	"But mom, I don't want you to see me naked! Please 
mom." 
	"But Willi - when you're in diaper mode, we all get to 
see you naked. After all, little boys can't have their pants 
on when they're being changed, can they." Saying this, 
Willi's mother pushed her son backward onto the bed, unlaced 
his shoes, and pull off his pants, exposing his smooth 
little crotch and pretty little genitles to view. She smiled 
down at the embarrased boy as Jilley walked into the room. 
	"No mom! Please! Jilley can't watch!" Willey crossed 
his legs and covered himself with his hands.
	"Of course she can son, now take your hands away and 
spread your legs apart so she can have a good view." It took 
some admonishment, and some rather stern remarks before 
Willi slowly put his hands down by his sides, and then 
spread them a little way apart. "Further apart Willi - 
that's right" Willi lay there fully exposed to his sister as 
his mother neatly folded the diapers, showing Jilley how, 
lifted up his legs and slid them under his bottom. She 
pulled the diapers between his legs with a thick soaker pad 
folded down into his crotch from the front. Having pushed 
little ducky pins into the thick cloth, to much entertaining 
comment from Jilley, she put a pair of the new plastic pants 
over his ankles and had him stand up as she pulled them up 
over his diapers. Despite his sister and mother, Willy felt 
a shiver of pleasure as he saw himself standing there in 
real diapers and real plastic pants in the mirror. With just 
his blue and yellow stripped T-shirt on, he looked almost 
like his little cousin. "Now you can go down and watch TV 
with Jilley and Dad. Dad'll probably want to take some more 
pictures of you in your new plastic pants for your special 
album." Willy followed his sister and mother down the stairs 
to the TV room, where he found his smiling father waiting 
with the camera. He managed to make a few weak smiles as his 
father clicked away. 
	That night, as his mother tucked him in in fresh dry 
diapers, she'd smiled at him and said, "Did you have a nice 
time today?" Willy smiled back, reached up and hugged his 
mother with all his strength. After his mother had left, the 
door opened again and Willi's father entered the darkened 
room. Willi was accutely aware of the thick diapers between 
his legs as his father came over and sat down on the bed 
next to the boy. 
	Willi had always been very worried about what would 
happen if the big, tough, airborne colonel ever found out 
what a pantywaist son he had. His father's approval was the 
most important thing in his life, and he was always scared 
he wouldn't measure up. He'd often heard his father complain 
about soldiers with no guts or stamina. "Dad, do you mind 
much - about my diapers I mean?" Willy held his breath.
	"Son, you aren't the only little boy who ever snuck a 
pair of diapers. I just don't want you to have to sneak 
around like I did." Colonel McKenzie chuckled at the 
surprised expression on his son's face. "In fact, I'm 
delighted you like to wear diapers, and it pleases me that 
you've taken so well to their being a family affair. You'll 
never have to worry about whether either of your parents is 
dissappointed in having a diaper-boy for a son. We love you 
and we want you to be happy, and this clearly makes one 
happy little boy." He gave his son a big hug, and wishing 
him sweet dreams left the room.
	Earlier that evening, Willi had watched TV, sitting 
next to his father on the couch. From time to time he could 
see his mother and sister looking at him, and he'd blush a 
little each time, and snuggle a little closer to his father, 
who'd give him a gentle hug." After the Cosby show, his 
father had shown them all the new photos taken that morning, 
and then they were pasted into the book. Willi had, for the 
first time looked through it. In the front were pictures of 
him heavily diapered as a baby and toddler in various 
outfits. He'd been trained late and the last one was taken 
when he was seven. There were pictures of himself before bed 
during the summer in short pajamas and diapers, and 
downstairs opening presents in bright red Christmas sleepers 
when he was six and seven and still wet the bed. In all of 
them his diapers bulged through the pajamas. He liked 
looking at them. It felt good to be sitting there in front 
of the whole family in diapers and plastic pants, looking at 
pictures of himself thickly diapered as a little kid. He 
suddenly realized that this was what he really wanted. To be 
wearing diapers and reall plastic pants and nothing else but 
a T-shirt, with the whole family looking at him, happily 
snuggling, playing, doing dishes, watching TV. Just like he 
belonged in them - and he did. 
	At dinner, Willi had had several glasses of milk, and 
his mother later made cocoa for the children while they 
watched TV. The thick chocolate brew had been sweet and 
comforting. The big mug of cocoa had also been filling. 
Willi realized that he had to pee. He had to pee badly. He 
looked at his mother and sister, started to get up, and sat 
down again. He didn't want to use the bathroom.
	Willy's mother looked over at him and saw that there 
was a darkening patch on the front of his diapers where his 
plastic pants were pulled against the cloth. She smiled at 
him and said "thats a good boy Willi - let me know when you 
want to be changed."
	Willi saw both his sister and father turn and look at 
his diapered front. He felt there stares - but somehow -.  
He smiled back at them with shy embarassement. And they 
smiled at him. His father gave him a hug - 'Good boy." He'd 
grinned happily as his mother recorded the event on film 
with his father hugging him."
	"Willi you can wear diapers anytime you want to." His 
father was speaking to the diapered and happily soaked boy 
at the breakfast table. "However, your mother and I feel 
strongly that you need to know that someone else is in 
charge when you are in diaper mode. That will be me, your 
mother, or sometimes even your sister." Willi wasn't at all 
sure about the last part. "When you are in diaper mode, we 
will decide what you wear, when you are changed, and where 
you will go. Period. It is your decision, however, when 
you'll be in diaper mode. You will tell us when and how long 
you want to be in diapers, and when that time comes you will 
be in diaper mode - whether you like it or not - until the 
time you asked to be in diapers is over."
	"You mean I can wear diapers all next weekend if I want 
to?" Willi's father nodded. "Really?." Willi's father 
smiled: "It's a done deal son - starting Friday after school 
until Monday morning?" Willy grinned with delight.
	Willi rushed home from school, hopping off the bus and 
running all the way to his house. He found his mother 
waiting for him, and she took him up to his room. His bureau 
was in a new position to make room for a table under the 
window overlooking the woods. It was covered with a pad and 
plastic sheet with little duckies on it. Next to it was a 
plastic pail, with Willy's Wet Diapers" neatly stenciled on 
it. Willi looked nervously at the new arrangement. "What 
about when my friends come over to play?"
	"Don't worry dear, when you're not in diapers, only the 
table will be here, the rest of the stuff will be on the top 
shelf of our dressing room closet where no one will see it."
	Willy looked relieved, as his mother hoisted him up 
onto the table. He was a bit nervous though to be diapered 
in front of the window. Someone might see him from the woods 
below. His mother smiled at the nervous boy. She'd 
deliberately placed the changing table there because she 
knew that the chance that someone might see him would make 
diaper changes that much more exciting for him. "Like 
father-like son." she smiled to herself. There was really 
very little chance, she thought, that anyone would notice 
this little performance from the woods. She pulled off 
Willi's pants and underwear, and taking a bottle of baby 
oil, squirted it over the boy's crotch. Willi jumped a 
little as he hadn't expected this, but as his mother 
smoothed the oil into his skin, rubbing it around his 
crotch, he gradually relaxed, and rolled over so his mother 
could repeat the process on his fanny. The feeling of his 
mother's finger rubbing the oil around the crease between 
his legs, and then into his little hole sent a chill through 
his naked pink body. 
	Patricia McKenzie smiled as she felt the shiver of 
pleasure run through her son's body as she rubbed the 
scented baby oil into Willi's most private places. Just like 
his father, every time her finger slipped into the pink 
little hole he would twitch excitedly. She reached down and 
took two thick diapers from the neat stack on the shelf 
under the table, and lifting his fanny up pinned them around 
his hips. She had him stand-up in front of the window on the 
table and step into the plastic pants, and left him there 
while she went over and got a pair of baby blue corduroy 
short-shorts and a matching blue and white stripped T-shirt.
	Willy kept looking nervously out the window, both 
scared and excited at the prospect that someone would see 
him there standing in full view dressed only in diapers. He 
kept imagining that he saw someone down in the woods below 
the house looking up. Several times he thought, or imagined 
he saw some movement in the bushes. He wasn't sure. It was a 
considerable relief, then, when his mother finally pulled 
the shorts up around his waist and had him sit down so she 
could pull the T-shirt on and tie his tennis shoes. Sliding 
off the table he stood up and looked over at the reflection 
of himself in the mirror above his bureau. He liked what he 
saw. The fleece shorts pulled tight over the bulging diapers 
functioned and looked exactly like one of the covers his 
Aunt sometimes put on Joey. The legs of the shorts were only 
about a half an inch long, and just barely covered the the 
plastic pants. He was sure that if he bent over, anyone 
would be able to see the plastic pants from behind. He 
followed his mother downstairs where she handed him a 
plastic bucket and shovel. Willi looked at them in surprise.
	"Willi, you can go play in the backyard in the sandbox 
until your father gets home."
	"Mom! someone might see me there!" 
	"I wouldn't worry too much, your friends usually come 
to the front door, and not through the woods, and if you see 
them, you can always run into the basement. Besides, you 
look so cute, I'll bet your friends would really enjoy 
seeing you."
	Willi shuddered at the thought.

	Willi stuck his head out the basement door and peered 
carefully around. He could see no one. He waited. Then, 
cautiously stepped out into the yard. Standing in front of 
the door, legs spread slightly apart, he felt the breeze of 
the late spring day fan his legs and cheeks. He looked at 
the little blue plastic bucket and shovel in his hand and 
shrugged. He waddled over to the sand box and sat down, 
spreading his legs wide apart, he stuck shovel into the sand 
and began to fill the bucket like a toddler. His shorts 
stretched apart, exposing the white plastic spread tightly 
over the buldging diapers at his crotch through the leg 
openings to anyone's view who might passing by. He stared 
down, fascinated at the plastic, feeling a sense of both 
shame and pleasure, savoring the sense of dread that someone 
might see him.
	Willi played in the back yard for about an hour, 
gradually relaxing as he became accustomed to being exposed 
in his diapers. When he heard his dad's car pull in the 
driveway, he came round the front of the house and met his 
father as he got out of the car. Sam grinned to see his well 
diapered boy in his short shorts and T-shirt and caught him 
up in his arms. "How's my little diaper boy today? Did you 
have a good time at school - I bet you couldn't wait to get 
home to get your baby pants on." Willi blushed and then 
grinned happily as he felt his Dad's hand checking his now 
soaked diapers."I guess it's time for a change old bean. 
Willi clung to his father as the happy boy was carried into 
the house.
	His dad carried him upstairs into his bedroom and laid 
him on the changing table just as his sister Jilley came 
down the hall. Jilley turned and followed them in. Willi 
blushed a deep red when he saw his sister - he still didn't 
like the idea of his 13 year old sister seeing him naked, 
much less being diapered.
	"Jilley, I'm glad you're here," his dad grinned 
wickedly, "it's time you learned how to change your little 
brother." 
	Willi gasped in horror: "Please dad - no!"
	Ignoring him, Sam told his daughter to pull down 
Willi's shorts fulling exposing his thick diapers and 
plastic pants to view, and then had her strip off the 
plastic pants leaving the soggy diapers pinned to the boy.
	"Wow! he's really wet Dad. I don't think I've even seen 
Joey this wet before. What a little soaker you are Willi." 
Then as Willi squirmed with embarrasement she unpinned him, 
pulled the diapers out from between his legs and dropped 
them into his diaper pail. Willi instinctively put his legs 
together and tried to cover his crotch only to have his dad 
pull his hands aside and make him spread his legs so Jilly 
could have a full view. Impossibley, he reddened even more 
as his dad handed a bottle of baby oil to his sister. Jilley 
was delighted, she'd secretely always wondered what a boys 
crotch felt like and now she was going to have the double 
pleasure of feeling out her brothers even as she got to 
humiliate him. Squirting the baby oil all over his penis and 
balls, she ran her hands over his belly and then down 
between his legs, bringing her palm up to cup his little 
jewels. She smiled with pleasure observing her brother 
squirm half with embarassement and half with pleasure as she 
smoothed the oil onto his little soft shaft, and then, 
rolling him over, onto his fanny. "There you go little baby 
boy, all oiled up. He was so wet dad, I think we better 
triple diaper him for dinner, don't you think." Jilley 
reached down and piled three of the thick prefolded diapers 
together, folding the sides in at the front and doubling it 
over to make a thick soaker pad. then she made will lift up 
his behind as she pushed the pile under him and pulled them 
up between his legs. It took several tries to get the thick 
mass pinned together, and the plastic pants were completely 
filled with diapers when she pulled them up - ballooning 
out. 
	Willi could only waddle with the thick mass between his 
legs, once he was allowed to get up from the table. Before 
he went downstairs, his sister pulled a short T-shirt over 
his head, but left the diapers uncovered in full view. His 
father stopped him as he started to head towards the door.
	"Thank your sister Willi."
	Willi looked at his sister and gave a low grudging 
"thanks".
	"No Willi, thank her nicely, and for everything."
	Willi looked at his dad - He was supposed to thank his 
sister for humiliating him?
	"Willi, would you like to go for a walk in the 
neighborhood?"
	"No fair dad, you said that you wouldn't show me off in 
front of my friends."
	"Right, and you agreed to do whatever we told you and 
to go along with anything we said while you're in diaper 
mode. If you keep your bargain, we'll keep ours." 
	Willi looked at his dad, and realized that he was 
serious. Doing his best to put on a nice tone, he looked at 
his sister and said "Thanks for changing my diapers Jilley."
	"That could be a little more complete Willi," his dad 
said.
	"Thanks for changing my wet baby diapers and oiling me 
up and making me waddle like on overstuffed duck, Jilley." 
Willi finally forced a small smile for his sister.
	You're welcome baby brother.

	Willi got another surprise at dinner. "Willi, you are 
going to have to return the diapers you stole from Joey, and 
apologize to Uncle Josh and Aunt Mary tomorrow." Willi 
looked in horror at his mother.
	"What am I supposed to say? Please, please, please 
don't make me do that."
	"Willi, stealing is wrong, and you know it. It's your 
responsibility to take the consequences of your actions. As 
for what you tell them - you tell them the truth: that you 
took them because you wanted to wear and wet baby diapers 
and were afraid to ask your parents to let you."
	In the morning, Willi's dad got him up for breakfast in 
his soaking wet diapers as usual. And as usual, despite the 
double diapers, by the time he'd finished his sleepers were 
soaked through around the crotch and legs. Jilley made him 
display his wet pajamas all over again, and then he was 
taken off upstairs to be diapered for the day. He was 
dressed in bright red fleece short-shorts that barely 
covered his plastic pants. They were a tight fit, and his 
mother remarked to his father how nicely they displayed the 
thick diapers beneath. To this was added a blue and white T-
shirt that just reached the top of the shorts, short white 
socks and his sneakers. His mother then led him downstairs 
followed by his father where he was handed a bag with Joey's 
diapers and the purloined safety pins and escorted to the 
family car. Willey couldn't believe that he was going to 
have to go over to his Aunt and Uncle's all diapered up, but 
no amount of tears and pleading would change his parents 
minds. In the end they had to drag him out the door, where 
his obviously diapered state, and the chance one of his 
friends might see him made him only to eager to finally get 
into the car.
	Willi looked at his Aunt and Uncles house with dread as 
they went up the front walk, the bag of diapers clutched in 
a sweaty little palm. He nearly choked as the door bell was 
rung. His aunt Mary opened the door and looked down at him. 
She smiled down at him and his parents.
	"Come on in, what a pleasant surprise! Why Willi, why 
are you dressed like a baby? She laughed, "You look just 
like Joey." 
	Willi, who had been staring hard at his feet, looked up 
in surprise as he heard his four year cousin come up from 
behind. He looked at the boy - dressed in identical red 
fleece shorts, T-shirt and socks to his own. He did look 
just like Joey. 
	"Willi has something to say to you and Josh Mary, can 
we come in?" 
	The frightened boy stood in the living room of his Aunt 
and Uncle's house with his parents behind him. He stuttered 
and choked back tears as he explained what he had done to 
his Aunt and Uncle. They in turn looked at him with mock 
severity, commenting on how terrible it was that he'd stolen 
from them, and how hurt they were.
	"I think that Willi has to make this up to us. What do 
you suggest Mary?" 
	"Hmmm, it seems to me that he really isn't old enough 
to do a lot of serious work - I think the best thing he 
could do would be to look after Joey for us for the rest of 
the weekend. I also think that since only toddlers and very 
little boy's steal, that that is how we should treat him. 
What do you think Willi?"
	Willi looked up at his uncle. Despite the severity of 
their tone, Willi sensed that they really weren't all that 
displeased with him. He really loved his Aunt and Uncle and 
was ashamed and really did want to make it up to them for 
taking the diapers. "I guess that OK, besides I like taking 
care of Joey, and I guess you know that I really don't mind 
wearing diapers now."
	"Well." his uncle said, I guess that settles it if its 
alright with your parents." Willi heard his parents agree.
	Willi began to get suspicious when his father went out 
to the car and came back with a bag filled with his diapers 
and plastic pants. When his Aunt and Uncle produced a onesie 
for him in his own size when the went to change him he 
looked at them and said "You already knew all about this, 
didn't you."
	"Yep! and like your parents we were quite pleased to 
discover that you liked diapers. In fact, we're kind of 
hoping that Joey won't ever get tired of his. We just wish 
that you hadn't tried to keep it secret so long. Your Aunt 
Mary's done quite a bit of sewing for you.
	Joey giggled when he saw his older cousin dressed in a 
onesie. Willi, for his part was thrilled, and let his aunt 
and uncle take a whole pile of photographs.