Baby Boy Shirts

Summary: Two brothers, one in Huggies and one in Pampers, who fool 
around on the younger's birthday, heading to a party and such.

If you're on ABY.com you can check out these, as they're the shirts in 
the story.

Baby Boy Shirts

I woke up in the morning and heard the dull sound of the running shower 
humming through the wall nearby. I shook of the haze of my weariness, 
stretched a bit and got up as the sound dissipated, heading to get some 
breakfast. Derek stepped out from the washroom and greeted me as I 
passed by, returning his greeting and asking if he needed a change.

"Sure," he said, "that'd be good."

It was something we had become accustomed to, changing each other, as 
the two of us had both been incontinent since birth. I had been around 
for a year or so longer than him but I still have memories of being 
seven and changing my little brother's wet diapers while showing him 
how to change mine. With so much time to bond and the fact that we both 
shared a common affliction we didn't tend to argue much, which was a 
plus, of course. I'm not quite sure how things would have been if we 
were rivals as most of my friends and their siblings tended to be.

He pulled off his towel and dropped back onto his changing table, 
opposite of his bed. I pulled out a fresh diaper from one of the 
shelves underneath and slid it under him as he folded his arms behind 
head and closed his eyes with a smile. As always, I splashed some 
powder down on him and pulled the diaper up between his legs, fastening 
it snugly.

"Wait here for a sec," I told him, "I just need to grab one thing for 
ya'. No peeking."

"Alright, whatever." He said as he relaxed.

Grabbing a new shirt from one of the bottom drawers of my dresser I 
slung it over my shoulder and tossed it to him as I returned, watching 
it land over his face. He pawed at the air and pulled the shirt off 
himself, turning it around and reading the logo across the chest.

"Happy birthday, bro." I uttered with a smile.

"Ha!" he chucked as he pulled it on, "Pampers! How did you know?"

"Just returning the favour," I answered, "I've always loved the Huggies 
one you gave me last year. We'll have to get a buddy shot for mom, like 
the one she keeps on her office desk downstairs."

We went downstairs to take a look on our way to eat. I walked into her 
home office and picked up the picture frame on her desk between the 
high school portraits of the two of us. It showed a professionally done 
scene of Derek and I with an arm around each other in a classic baby 
look. He was about two, standing there in his pampers and matching logo 
shirt, while I stood on his left, three years old and snug in my 
Huggies and matching shirt. It looked like something out of a joint 
diapers add which was kinda' cute.

"I forgot" he said, "we used to wear these exact designs of shirts all 
the time when we were kids. Guess it's only fitting we have new ones 
now that we're all grown up�"

He paused and stared at me comically as I yawned heavily and the soft 
sound of my diaper becoming wet could be heard. I was already wet, as 
I'd been in the same double diaper overnight, but still obviously had 
some space left down there for some more. Derek snickered a bit and 
finished his thought.

"�well, at least for the most part. I suppose some things will never 
change."

"Nope," I continued to yawn, "but whatever goes."

I stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bowls and spoons 
while the Pampers Kid took care of the box of cereal and milk. We sat 
down at the table and began to enjoy our breakfast in the sunlight that 
shone through the back deck windows. The summer weather looked great 
outside and we agreed on getting together a game of football later on.

"You I never really noticed it until you pointed it out." Derek said 
oddly.

"What's that?" I questioned.

"The two of us being Pampers and Huggies respectively. As far back as I 
can remember you've only ever worn Huggies and I've been the same way 
in my Pampers. Wonder why that is."

"You don't remember our poster boy days?" I asked with a laugh.

"Hmm�I must have been too young, what do you mean?"

"Well, Derek my chum, you and I used to be among the kids in the diaper 
ads for Pampers and Huggies back when we that young. Mom was working 
for the parent company of Pampers back then, before she started her own 
company, and dad's still with Huggies to date. I was in the Huggies ads 
from when I was about 6 months to four years old and you were about the 
same in your time."

"Hey yeah, that's right." he said cheerfully, "Isn't there a photo 
album or two of us in the basement or somewhere?"

"I think so," I answered, taking a final bite of my cereal, "I'll have 
a shower and we'll take a look."

He nodded and I tossed my bowl in the dishwasher, dashing upstairs to 
get out of my now-sagging and rather soggy diaper. I flipped on the 
fan, turned on the water and peeled off my soaking diaper, disposing of 
it in the trash and stepping behind the curtain. I washed my face, 
hair, chest, back and upper body and stopped to notice a spontaneous 
boner on my down the line. In my mind I thought to myself 'nah, maybe 
later' but the continuous throbbing of my dick compelled me further to 
rub around down there a bit. I stroked up and down for a bit before 
drizzling some conditioner down my shaft and beating away like a champ.

I tightened and clenched my PC muscle to fight off release and 
continued stroke myself, some times slowly, sometimes quickly, until I 
ultimately reached my point of no return and shot all over the tile 
wall. I took deep breaths in recovery and thoroughly washed my groin 
and hands, taking time to pull out the shower head and spray down the 
wall long enough to remove the jiz splatter I had left on it. I figured 
I'd wash the shower soon anyway.

I towelled off thoroughly afterward and walked over to my room buck-
naked. I lay down on my own changing table and diapered myself up 
tightly, stopping to think about what my brother had commented on about 
our seemingly lifetime brand associations. I pulled out another diaper 
from the shelves beneath me and unfolded it a bit, observing the small, 
hardy visible name of Huggies woven into the back centre of the 
waistband. Our diapers now were adult sized but they were still made by 
the same companies and made in similar styles to the ones we had worn 
when were we younger.

I pulled my Huggies shirt back on, tossed on a pair of jeans and 
trotted over to Derek's room, pulling diaper from his stack and 
checking its waistband in curiosity. 'Yep, he's still in pampers' I 
thought and returned it to its place. With a bit of a snicker I paused 
and fiendishly pawed around in his top dresser drawer, attempting to 
find what I knew should be there. I grinned and pulled a pacifier out 
from between the clothes and tossed it in my pocket for later use, heh.

I joined Derek in the basement and we began to rummage through old 
cardboard boxes, eventually falling onto one marked 'albums'. With a 
bit of further inspection we found two white books labelled in red, 
Huggies, and in blue, Pampers, indicating that they were our old cover 
ads. My brother grabbed his own book and flipped it open, whizzing past 
pages and watching his age change. I slowed him down and pointed to 
various pictures, giving him the details I remembered of what and when 
the pictures related to.

We moved onto my own book and I passed on a few details as we passed by 
pictures of Ultratrim and the first Pull-Ups on me. It was kind of 
funny to see ourselves again in virtually the same clothing, bigger 
shirts, bigger diapers and pants were the only things that seemed to 
separate us from our young selves, at least in one sense. The phone 
rang and I ran upstairs to answer it as Derek continued to paw his way 
through other photo albums.

"Hey Jason," Steve began, "it's Derek's birthday today, right?"

"Yeah, it's his 17th this year. Why?"

"Well, I was planning on having some people over, just wondering if I 
should shift the theme or not. Would you two be up for something of a 
surprise birthday party?"

"Sounds good to me, I'll see if I can drag him there with no tip-offs." 
I answered with a grin.

"Alright, just head over to my place for eight. Later." he concluded, 
hanging up and likely going about his plans for entertaining later.

I returned the phone to its place and went downstairs to let the 
Pampers kid know we were invited over to Steve's for the evening. He 
nodded, not looking away from the photos and turned a few more pages. I 
sat down on the old couch next to him and watched as he passed between 
images, one of us in another diapers-only buddy pose, one of all of us 
cousins as toddlers, one of our little family: me sitting on dad's 
shoulders and him asleep in mom's arms.

We finished up with the photos and went upstairs, logging onto World of 
Warcraft and charging into the Molten Core with our Alliance guild. I 
managed to get my hands on a pair of Giantstalker Epaulets for the 
shoulders of my night elf hunter while Darren won a Bloodfang Hood for 
his human rogue and nearly won a Bloodfang Belt to go with it. Just as 
we had finished, taking down about half the bosses in the instance, the 
majority of our pals hopped onto their Horde characters, located on a 
different PvP server, and geared up for the Blackwing Lair. I didn't 
end up actually winning anything for my Druid, as didn't roll on the 
Cenarion Spaulders that I had looted last time, but my brother was 
again lucky winning another epic armor piece.

"Good day treasure hunting, don't you think?" I asked as I stepped into 
his room.

"It's the shirt," he said with a laugh, "must be magic or something."

I smiled and agreed with him. Checking my watch I noticed that it was 
actually less than an hour from our party and mentioned to Darren that 
we should get changed and be on our way. He nodded, logged off and 
hopped on his changing table, eagerly tossing his pants to the ground 
and raising his shirt. I changed him out of his wet diaper and, knowing 
he'd probably want to get pretty smashed later on, pampered him in not 
two but three layers of wetness protection, making sure it wouldn't 
leak.

"Three, not a bad idea." He commented. "Still, I never remember being 
that wet after a night of drinking."

"You will be, at least if you don't want to feel like shit in the 
morning." I said. "I've always found the key to avoiding a bad hangover 
it to drink a lot of water after you're done with your booze. It's not 
perfect, especially as most of it ends up down here," I said, snapping 
the waistband of his diaper, "but at least it helps a bit."

Derek threw on his shorts, jumped up and followed me to my room where 
he began to change me in return as we chatted a bit more about or 
conquests in Azeroth. He spoke of changing his rogue's talent tree 
while I expressed my thoughts about doing the same with my tauren 
druid, switching her specialization from balance to restoration, as I 
was starting to enjoy being a healer�at least when people appreciate my 
help. Ever since I had won my leafy shoulders and Staff of Dominance I 
had been considering it, but now I was almost sure.

"You might as well layer me up too." I added as he taped me up.

"You drinkin' tonight?" he asked, continuing to diaper me as I had 
asked.

"Well, it's not like we have to drive there or anything and besides, 
mom and dad don't get back from their vacation for another five days. I 
don't think I'll end up being too much trouble."

He chuckled and taped up the last of my layers, extending a hand and 
helping me to rise to my feet. I pulled up my jeans and cleaned my 
glasses, heading downstairs to put on my sandals and wait for my 
brother. After a call or two he appeared, trotted down the stairs and 
laced up his shoes. I hit the lights and we left on our walk to Steve's 
place, arguing about one of the Blackwing Lair drops along the way.

"Agility and stamina on a slow and powerful gun, it's clearly a rogue 
loot." Derek commented.

"Are you messed in the head!? For every one shot a rogue like yours 
fires, a hunter like mine blasts off a full stack of ammo. It's called 
need before greed, and no one would need that Dragonbreath Hand Cannon 
more than a hunter, especially a marksman spec'ed one." I growled back 
at him.

"Doubt you could win the roll though. I bet even a level one rogue 
could beat you on it." He joked sarcastically.

"Probably because Blizzard didn't give my class a f*cking in-built roll 
hack designed for stealing the loots they can't use but other people 
would die for. I just about never see a rogue lose a roll when they're 
trying to cheat someone out of and item they badly need."

"Yeah right!" he began, angrily before I cut him off.

"Think about it. I needed Galgann's gun and Grimlok's Charge in 
Uldaman, you took 'em. I needed the Trickster Leggings in Maraudon, you 
took those too. That Dwarven Hand Cannon that drop in Strat, you won 
it, and nearly sold it before I made you reconsider."

He remained silent, looking around a bit in that 'Oh right, I did' kind 
of guilty face.

"Not to mention the fact that I had to wrestle you down, tie you up and 
force your character to pass on that Tarnished Elven Ring�when you 
already had two crit-strike rings."

He smiled nervously and scratched his head, unsure of what to say. 
Eventually he admitted the error of his ways and promised me he'd try 
to avoid furthering his involvement in the stereotypical rogue 'greed-
before-all-else' looting strategy. I nodded and we continued on our way 
to his surprise party.

"Hey guys." Steve said as he opened the door. "What's up?"

"Not much, really." I said.

"We tag teamed Molten Core and Blackwing Lair in one sitting." my 
brother tagged on.

"Nice, you'll have to give me the details later." our pal added as he 
led us into the family room.

"Hello boys." Ivy purred as we seated ourselves on either side of her 
on the couch. "I hear it's your birthday, big boy." she added, stoking 
Derek's stubble.

"Yeah�" he mumbled in a daze, "it uh�it is."

"Well then, I've got a special surprise for you." she added, slowly 
feeling he way up his thigh.

Derek's grin quickly shifted into a visage of total shock as our 
friends burst out from around every corner of the room, cheering a 
happy birthday to him and laughing playfully. Derek looked around with 
a wide smile and turned to me for an explanation of what had just 
occurred.

"Don't look at me," I said, pointing at Steve, "it was his idea."

"Just a spur of the moment kinda' thing." He said. "Hope you like it."

We made a toast and began to set up a game of poker at the table as 
Derek was passed around the room from one conversation to the next. 
Some snacks were put out and a few coolers of beer and pop were moved 
up from the basement. I popped the cap of a few bottles of beer and 
passed one to Derek, taking a swig of mine and inviting him to come 
play some poker at the table in the den.

"Why not strip poker?" Ivy asked as a group of us took up our seats. 
"It's more fun watching people lose that way." she giggled, as I began 
to remember just how good she was at the game.

After about a half hour or so I began to realize I probably didn't wear 
enough in the wear of clothing to be a worthwhile challenger. Sitting 
there in nothing but my glasses and diaper I watched as the rest 
played, Derek in my watch and over shirt, Burton in my belt, Shelly 
with my jeans over her shoulder and Ivy wearing my Huggies T-shirt. 
Hand after hand the clothing all began to gravitate over to Ivy until 
Shelly opted out before losing her pants and Steve folded to avoid 
losing his boxer shorts.

Another few hands brought it down to an all-or-nothing game between Ivy 
and Drake as the rest of sipped at our drinks and waited for the last 
hand. By now I was starting to feel a little buzzed while I got the 
impression that my brother, a bit of a lightweight, was a bit more than 
tipsy. Taking the empty seat next to me Steve slid in and asked me 
about the drops from the instance runs we had taken in earlier in the 
afternoon. I told him of the gun and about the lucky tauren hunter that 
had won it only to hear and undeniable grumble from my brother.

"It was a rogue loot." he said with hiccup.

"Hunter loot." I darted back it him.

"Rogue loot." He insisted. 

"Hunter loot." I corrected him again.

This continued for a while until Steve was about to stop us. I put up a 
hand to stop him and addressed my brother, calmly and clearly.

"You know what?" I said.

"What?" Derek grunted.

I smirked and in a lightning quick reflex, grabbed the pacifier from my 
jeans slung over the chair and popped it into his mouth. At first he 
glared at me and began to raise a finger in protest but it quickly 
dissolved into a bout of half drunken laughter as he patted me on the 
shoulder and looked back to the table, comically sucking on his 
pacifier like Maggie Simpson.

We watched as Ivy swept the game and returned our shirts to us, holding 
on to everything else for the time being. Drake, down to his hat and 
shorts, tossed his cap to the object of his desires and whispered that 
she could collect on the rest later. She pecked him on the cheek and we 
all went to watch a cheesy movie while paying around in a few drinking 
games. Steve cut us off at some point and began to hand us bottles of 
water and we thanklessly complied as we chugged away, slowly watching 
people leave over time.

I couldn't remember too much as I became tired, only that I knew I saw 
a feminine arm pull Drake into the master bedroom at one point, which 
made me smirk a bit. I recall finding my way to the spare bedroom and 
flopping down on the first thing in sight, hoping I wouldn't find 
myself on the floor or leaking in the morning. I head a few 
err�intimate noises through the wall but shrugged them off and drifted 
languidly into sleep.

I groggily awoke in the morning with something of headache and the 
glint of the sunlight through the window in my eyes. It took me a few 
more seconds before I realized that I had someone lying on top of me as 
well, something I hadn't quite expected. I shifted a bit and caught the 
sight of my brother sleeping slightly across me, felling my back being 
a pillow for his head and his left armed draped around me, the rest of 
his body lying on the mattress beside me. I smiled and laughed a bit as 
I noticed he still had the pacifier in his mouth.

Moving carefully, I tried to free myself without waking him and made my 
way to the kitchen where I could already smell a pot of coffee brewing. 
Rubbing my eyes, I strolled in to see Steve pouring himself a mug as 
Ivy sat at the table sipping at a cup of her own. She pulled out a 
digital camera from her bag on the chair and began to flip through 
pictures as I fetched myself a mug. I poured some coffee and took a 
seat beside her as I peered at the clips, taking in the less blurry 
colours of the night before.

"Woah!" I spouted, looking away, "I think that one's a little X-rated. 
You two made a bit of a racket last night, hunh?"

"Well," she giggled, "you've gotta' teach a man new tricks once in a 
while."

"I guess so." I replied as she flipped through a few more pictures, 
stopping at one I almost expected to see. "You just had to, didn't 
you?" I asked.

"I couldn't resist." she laughed, waving Steve over to take a look. 
"You two looked just priceless, passed out, one on top of the other in 
nothing but your little boy shirts and diapers. You look so cute, don't 
you think?"

"E-mail me a copy," I said with a laugh, "along with that one of us 
brothers with and arm on each others' shoulders, each other in our logo 
shirts. I want to frame that one, hah."

"Will do." She said as Drake came wandering in from around the corner. 
We exchanged greetings and she motioned him over to look at one of the 
previous pictures. He face went a bit red as he stared at is and they 
both let out a bit giggle. He pecked her on the cheek and went to grab 
a cup of coffee for himself.

I finished my drink and walked off to grab my brother, figuring we'd 
stop for something to eat on our way home. I pushed him on the shoulder 
a few times before he opened his eyes and slowly rose to face me, 
gently sucking on his pacifier. I messed up his hair jokingly and asked 
him if he wanted to get some breakfast before we made our way back 
home. He started at me with one eye half closed, blinked a few times 
and nodded slowly, drifting out of bed and following me to the kitchen.

"Ivy, would you mind if we boys got our clothes back before we head 
home to get changed?"

"Sure," he replied, pointing to some folded articles in the corner, 
"they're just over there."

I thanked her and we slowly suited up as the group of us chatted. 
Pulling out his pacifier Derek thanked Steve and the crew for showing 
him a fun time. We waved and hopped out the door, making our way down 
the street toward the plaza that sat between our two neighbourhoods. We 
stopped into the caf� and sat down at a booth, chatting as we waited 
for the waitress to serve us.

"So, how's it feel to be a year older?" I asked.

"Good, I'd say, but next time you cork me with this thing," he 
commented, holding out his pacifier, "I really will kill you."

"Point taken." I snickered with a smile. "But you have to admit, it was 
kinda' funny."

He nodded and we paused to order as the waitress kindly attended to our 
hunger. She returned a moment later with some drinks for us and we sat 
quietly in the sun, sipping at our glasses.

"You know," Derek began, pulling at his waistband, "I'm pretty sure 
this thing still has some room left to go. I don't even feel that wet."

"Me neither," I said, "thought I'm sure I'll be soaked before I get 
home."

We ate our breakfast and drifted on our way back home. As we turned the 
bend to our street I felt the dampness gathering in my diaper as it 
finally became drenched and heavy, even after our long night of fun. A 
few moments later we stepped inside and Derek raced to the shower as I 
restfully lay back on my bed, waiting for my turn.

My diaper as soaked and beginning to cling heavy to me but I didn't 
care. I just lay back and enjoyed the feeling as I stared up at my 
ceiling and enjoyed the comfort of my favourite shirt. I was still the 
Huggies boy and Derek was still a Pampers kid, just like old times.
notes: I really was planning on editing and such, but I waned to try to 
catch your Sunday update, if you can update this weekend.