COBY’S STORY

Boy, Coby: age 10

Sister, Donna: age 15

Mother, Marie

Father, Cory

 

Coby’s Story for Deeker Gets Switched with His School Essay

This is the story about Coby (named after his Uncle Coby), who the whole family loves. I’m age 10 years old, and really love school, and get really good grades, but as of here lately, I’ve been growing, you know that “boy thing” between the legs and all. I can’t seem to play with it enough, and also as of late I’ve had fantasies and these wants, I, just don’t know entirely how to handle. You see, I like diapers!!! No, I love diapers, and the way they feel on me and against my pee-pee. I get the most aroused that I have ever gotten when I put on, No! Again, even see a little kid in diapers.

Neat for me, my parents went out on an all day trip on Saturday and allowed me to stay home with my sister, sort of like, “hahaha, she is in charge” and stuff. Well, she was a good kid and left me alone. I went to my bedroom and got all my underpants out of the drawer and started putting them on. I counted 14 pairs altogether. Man! I got a stiffi and walked around my room and looked at myself in the long mirror on the door. I sure looked funny and like I was wearing a huge thick bulky diaper.

I then went to the computer and got online. It sure felt funny but good sitting in all that underwear. I couldn’t bring my legs together at all. First I thought and thought as what to try to find a web. site for, so I looked under “diapers”, and went on. Shortly, there was a notation that said Deeker’s Diaper Page, a site for boys who love diapers, and so on. After reading many of the boys’ stories I was amazed by the number of boys and from all over the world the are even older than me, and are teen-diaper lovers.

So after a short time I was encouraged by Dan at Deeker’s to write something, so it became my decision to write a story about my Diaper desire, and want to both wear and use Diapers and also even to be babied.

I became very intrigued with the project and at home any chance I got I wore some kind of a makeshift diaper. Finally, my story was finished and I printed it out so I could have it with me when I was away from the computer, so I could read it any time and get aroused and mess around.

It was at this time while I was writing this story for Deeker’s that I was also given an assignment at school in English writing to write a paper on “What I Did for Summer Vacation”, which was to be turned in, in two days. This seemed extremely soon, but not a problem. That night I also started on this homework assignment and also working on the paper I was writing for Deeker titled, “Diapers are a Boy’s Very Best Friend.”

Things were going so neat. Mom and Dad both were out and away visiting with friends, and Donna cared less about me off in my room as she had her friend over to play with. So I again took all my underpants and even a couple of huge thick bath towels, and folded them and applied them inside my underpants, which again I was wearing 14 pair of. It felt so very neat and unimaginably very, very thick (it was virtually impossible to bring my thighs or knees together!!! Not even my feet when standing up. I then proceeded to play with myself and then write some on both stories, then play with myself, play with myself, write— not necessarily in that order. Oh damn! How I wished I could always wear diapers that felt like this.

The stories both for school and for Deeker were done, so I printed them both out and unthinkingly because it was so late and I could barely hold my eyes open. I placed both of them in my school binder, the printed copy of Deeker’s story, was so I could read it later and get horny with my Diaper desires. I called down to Donna that I was going to bed. I think she was happy that I was and was out of her hair. I got into bed in the multi-underpants and towels and lay in bed fantasizing and reaching inside all those underpants to play with my weenie. It was not until way in the morning that I finally fell asleep.

When morning came and I heard those all-too-familiar shouts: “Coby, get up, breakfast is ready and you’re already running late!”

Oh, Damn, I had all those multi-underpants on, I had to really hurry to not raise any question as to why I was running so late and slow this morning. I grabbed and downed my breakfast and ran from the house to meet several friends, but I had missed them. I ran all the way to school and then into my first morning class. I was the last student in the class room just as the bell rang.

Our English teacher said, “Good morning, class. Will you all stand for the start of the day and we’ll do the Pledge of Allegiance; then if you will please bring your homework assignments and place them in the tray on my desk.” The Pledge of Allegiance done, I grabbed my report on what I did this past summer from my school binder and turned it in.

My first class period was over and I moved to my locker, to get my books for my next class, and then on to my next class room, as students had ten minutes in between each class; four classes before lunch and 5 classes after lunch.

(Note: from this point forward the story is narrated in third person until otherwise noted.)

It was not until lunch that Coby’s English School Teacher, Mr. Nigermier, sat down after eating and picked up some of his students, essays on “What I Did for Summer Vacation.”

As he took first glance he noted Coby’s Essay, {Whaaaat’s this?} As he wide-eyed stared at Coby’s essay! He could not believe what was before his eyes, the title even was a shocker— “Diapers Are a Boys Very Best Friend.” He read the entirety, then went over to where the Principal and Vice Principal were sitting and asked if he might have a brief moment with them. They said, “Certainly, what is it, you look both quite shaken, and yet quite amused?”

Mr. Nigermier: “Hummmm, Would you both take a look at this and read it? It was turned in for a homework assignment on an essay that was to be written on “What I Did This Past Summer.”

They both read it, and said, “Well, I think we’ll begin by calling Coby’s, parents and start to handle this matter with them helping to deal with it. Principal Kennedy then returned to his office and had the office secretary pull up the phone number and call Coby’s, mother. When she was on the telephone the secretary transferred the call to him:

“Hello, Mrs. Herman. we have had a matter come up on Coby’s essay that he wrote, and I’m afraid that it is quite serious, actually. If possible, could we set up an appointment with you so that Coby’s father can also be present?” Mrs. Herman told the Principal that Mr. Herman would be home shortly and they could come to the school office and be there in approximately 1.5 hours if that would be okay.

 

There’s Big-baby Pee and Poop in the Diapers

Coby, having not the least of an idea why he was being called to the Principal’s office, arrived and was told to have a seat by the secretary. He could not see past the Principal’s closed door, nor did he have the least of an idea that both his Mother and Father were there inside talking to Principal Kennedy. Mr. and Mrs. Herman, having very good composure and remaining very calm, both said, “Yes, we’ve a very serious matter before us, but not unlike that of many boys the world over, but Dr. Kennedy, we hope that we have both your support, as well as the schools.”

Principal, Dr. Kennedy: “Yes, you most certainly have 100% of the schools support in Coby, being diapered and using the. We’ll also arrange with Dr. Cheryl Myers, the school’s psychologist to work with Coby, and she’ll work with him on regression rather than growing up!? Oh, yes, and soon as you’re ready, Mr. Nigermier will most, most, gladly read Coby’s essay before the whole class.”

Mr. Herman: “Very good, we should have the law and punishment set down for Coby, if Mr. Nigermier would read the essay this next Monday, being today is Friday, and Coby will be diapered and in the nursery, permanently by the first of next week.. Okay,. Dr. Kennedy, let’s have our new diaper-loving diaper baby come in.”

Sitting there in the office feeling nervous, Coby had no idea why he was called there. Then he saw the door open and then saw his parents (still not knowing about the error on his turn in of essays). He thought something was wrong at home, and asked, “Mom, Dad, what’s wrong? Is some of the family sick?”

“No, Coby, just come in to the office. We’ve something to talk to you about. Just have a seat here in front of Dr. Kennedy’s desk.”

Then Dr. Kennedy, held up the diaper essay and asked, “Coby, do you know what this is, and is it yours?” He saw the word “Diapers” at the top in bold print (that much he could make out). As his face went paler than a white polar bear he just sat there and trembled.

Mom, and Dad: “So, this is your desire and wish to be a baby and wear and use Diapers?”

He didn’t have a chance to say anything, so his silence was an assumed “yes.”

“Wish granted, permanently, 24/7, and you’ve nothing to say about it, period!”

“Dr. Kennedy, thank you for informing us of this matter, and your assurance in the matter of both your help and the entire school’s support in diaper-punishing Coby.”

Dr. Kennedy: “Oh, be assured that you’ve my full and complete approval of Coby, coming to school in nothing else but diapers and his using those diapers and having diaper changes. I have known two families that have punished boys as old as Coby with diaper punishment and making them regress back to infancy, and the boys were much better acting and well mannered.

“Oh yes; you know Ms. Selby that runs the Baby Nursery Supply? Well, she makes and puts together a cloth diaper, that is the very best that could possibly be used for both punishing and diapering any big baby. They are several layers thick and she’ll put Coby in diapers for you, that he’ll be very embarrassed and ashamed to wear— and she loves doing it to boys like Coby and will do it for a very good price. And she also supplies the best of noisy plastic baby pants.”

Mom: “What color are the diapers?”

Dr. Kennedy: “Plain white, that’s the only color she makes. She’ll make the diapers just as Coby described them in his essay. Trust me, these are some serious diapers!”

Through all of this conversation, Coby just was red-faced and sat there, knowing that there was no way out of this situation. What he had done was his worst goof-up ever, and it would cost him all of his home life as being a baby and wearing diapers! [Yes! But wasn’t that what he said he wanted.?]

Coby’s family took him and on the way home they used their cellular phone and called Selby’s Nursery and Diapers for All-Age Children. When she heard the news and situation, she was at her greatest heart’s joy, as she knew the Herman’s and both the children Donna, the daughter of the family and Coby, the boy, of the family, Ms. Selby, remembered when both of the children were in diapers and supplying their diapers. Aaaahh, But now was her greatest love of her job, running a nursery and diaper supply, She had one of her older boys back and he was going to permanently be placed back in diapers. She, would help fix him and regress him, (until she could make and put those diapers together, which would only take about a day or two at the most. She had several pairs of used diapers for his age that would fit him good and also several pairs of plastic baby pants) She always kept this stuff on hand for boys that thought they were big enough for big boy pants… So, while she awaited their arrival, she set about getting those used supplies out of the back room…

Ms. Selby went about getting the used diapers, plastic baby pants, bigger-than-normal pacifiers, larger-than-normal diaper pins, diaper rash ointment for big boys, (it also contained some arousing medication) baby powder and other things: latex gloves, baby wipes, etc. She, also had on hand a large diaper changing table that had really cute picture on the padding on it, of Looney Toon Babies in diapers. And she would be able to have delivered a large baby crib, Both the crib and diaper changing table would have wrist, leg and waist restraints. Ms. Margaret Selby, had lain all the supplies for Coby’s and his parents at hand up near the cast register and beamed a wonderful smile and gave a warm “Hello, Marie, and Cory, and Coby, it has been a long time since you’ve needed anything from my store. Perhaps, much too long, Marie & Cory, I, told you long ago, you should just left Coby, in diapers. Now he’s going to be back in diapers, a thing all boys need so very much!…

“Well, Marie and Cory, might I speak to you both alone for a moment. Coby, you can wait over there and just look around and make your self at home. There’s lots of baby stuff, and that’s what your interested in, we’ll just be a few moments.”

During the next few moments, Margaret, showed Marie, and Cory the stuff she had lain out and thought they would need to get started with Coby’s regression and diapering. Both Marie and Cory were fully convinced that the stuff was all perfect, and the other stuff, such as the baby crib and medications to make him permanently incontinent of both wetting and pooping, were ideal. They then and there bought the items lain out, and also ordered and pre-paid for the other supplies. Ms. Selby then took the telephone and made the long-distance call to the supply company and requested A.S.A.P. delivery of the supplies. They told her in two days. They then also called the recommended interior decorator to make the room into a nursery. Ms. Selby, then smiled and said, “That should just about do it for now, except for one thing,”

She smiled and continued with sort of a sinister grinning-smile:

“You know, this is an infant’s apparel store specializing in these diapers and stuff for also big babies, Well!, I, thought it might be good and best that you start diapering and regressing Coby here and now, if it would be all right with you both?”

Both the parents just beamed a smile at Margaret Selby, and said, “ My, our Dear, if it were not for you, we’d not know where to start; your suggestions are wonderful!”

 

Diapered-Boy Life to Begin For Coby

Both Marie and Cory spoke at once: “Coby, come over here right now.” He obeyed but knew by the look on both his parents’ faces and on Ms. Selby’s, that his trouble and punishment was about to begin. He obeyed and slowly approached to stand in front of his parents and Ms. Selby.

“O.k. Baby Coby, your punishment is about to begin. Start stripping naked, remove everything.”

Coby replied, “No, Please Momma and Dad, I’m a big boy! Please don’t make me wear diapers! I’ll be good and do as you say!”

“That’s right Coby, you’ll do as we say. Now, you wrote that essay and stated what you really wanted; now your wish is going to come true.”

Cory: “Oh, Margaret, here is a copy of Coby’s essay he wrote for an internet web site called Deeker’s Diaper Page, but fortunately it got changed and he handed it in to his English teacher as part of his school homework. You may read it and you’ll get a great joy of laughter as to what is in the desires of this boy.”

“Now! Coby, strip naked, and you’re also getting one of the worst spankings you’ve ever had for disobeying me! Now get out of those clothes!”

Coby actually started sobbing and crying. The tears started to run down his cheeks and he obeyed and started removing his shoes and socks, then started to unbutton his shirt and removing it. As Coby started to undo his belt buckle and the fly of his pants, he sobbed one last plea: “Pleeeeease Mom and Dad, don’t make me do this!”

Cory: “Too late, our little baby, you know this is the last time you’ll be undressing, or for that matter, dressing yourself, and you better also get used to calling us Momma, or Mommi, and me you call DaaaDa, or Daddy, you understand?”

“Yes, Daaada.”

Finally, with his face turning flame red, Coby took hold of the waistband of his underpants, just as a cool breeze of the air-conditioning, passed over him, as he lowered his underpants. His parents noted the big poop stain in his underwear, a problem they had dealt with frequently and had long since given up on. His pee-pee was at a semi-erect state, but not to be for long. Embarrassment, shame and humiliation as he’s never known it pass over him. Yet!? There’s a strange deep chill of ????—he can’t describe it— of excitement about his about to be diapering, and he knew of what’s ahead for him. He had no say about it. Both his Momma and Daddy were standing together in their seriousness. Nearly instantly, Coby was standing, trembling, and prancing from one foot to the other, He stood within very close and easy hand’s reach from his parents and Margaret. Margaret knew what the next move and step should be. She smiled at Coby’s great shame and embarrassment. She said, “Okay, baby boy, now don’t be scared, just get up here on this diaper changing table and lay on your back.”

Coby, red faced and stumbling in shamed awkwardness, didn’t say anything. He just moved to the table and raised his right leg up and on to top of the table and slowly climbed onto the table, little realizing from his backside where all are watching from that his butt crack had opened, and what was to be an all-familiar sight, has spread apart, and his little pucker of an anus, his “pooper” showing, not yet known if he did. He was mortified and ready to die. As, he lay on his back his wee-wee, now as hard as any boy could get, felt so aroused, but was so hard it also was somewhat uncomfortable. It was also now very, very much dancing the heartbeat at a fairly faster than normal clip, and as Coby had never seen it dance before. More tears flowed as he look down at “it”, then followed the adults as they got the supplies. It was like “it” was to say to him:

“Hey! Boy, I, know what is going on and what’s happening, so you’re gonna give me a new warm and cozy hom!, I’ll keep it nice and well-watered, and when my area is visited, we’ll have lots of fun! Come on, don’t fight things, my brain, in my little (should be saying to you my Big head, is much, much stronger than you other boy brain!) Sooooo! Fighting me, you’ll lose every time! Besides, I’ve got really good help from my neighbor that lives in the house just below mine. And his door is always open.”

Margaret, Mommy, and Daddy all had the diapers and stuff and moved toward Coby, laying the stuff down. Momma then spoke:

“Baby boy, the diaper were going to put on you, it is especially made by Margaret, the whole of the diaper is of the thickest cotton diaper material of the thickest ply made, and down the center is diaper absorbent padding, about eight inches wide and also extremely thick. The diapers are sewn together as one diaper with 6 layers of diapering, and each layer has a diaper padding sewn in from the front of the diaper to the back.”

A sinister sadistic, laugh: “Now! Lets seeee, That’s 12— TWELVE LAYERS— BABY BOY!!!!! If you’re able to walk, it will sure be funny.”

Next, Coby was told to spread his legs wide apart and raise them up in the air.His Daddy helped assist him with this first diaper, then raised his butt off the table slightly. His Momma placed the tremendously thick diaper under his bottom and then took a scoop of the diaper rash cream and proceeded to apply it over his butt, perineum and anus. Then she rubbed it in to the skin real well, and then more was applied and rubbed into his ball bag, only causing him greater arousal and stiffer erection. His legs were then lowered and Momma told him to keep them spread apart. Then a large amount of the diaper cream was applied to both his pubic area and then his stiff pee-pee. Momma was rapping her hand about his penis and rubbing up and down, even retracting his foreskin. He quickly approached orgasm, but was yet too young to ejaculate, but on orgasm he just broke down and cried as his diaper was brought up between his legs and his Momma started to tightly pin it on him, using 4 large diaper pins on each side. It was then suddenly that very real voice was heard in his ear:

“Hey, Coby, I really love this, my new home, and yeah, this isn’t you imagination. I am speaking to you. I promise I’m going to rule and reign from my new palace down here in your Diaper, and yes, my brain and wants will rule over your baby boy brain.”

Once the diaper was applied, his Momma, and Margaret started to put on his plastic baby pants, and because of the huge thickness of his diaper it was difficult for him to bring his legs together enough to easily pull up his diaper, and he only sobbed and cried more with shame and embarrassment. Also,m Coby was next to shocked out of his wits, for as his Momma and Margaret pulled the plastic baby pants. He, in all his life, had yet to hear any clothing (or anything worn on the body, for that matter) that was as LOUD AND HORRIBLY NOISY!!! As were these plastic baby pants. They just made him cry and even bawl louder begging that he didn’t have to wear the horrible things, but wear the “things,” he would and will, for a very long time.

Suddenly, that voice came again and he heard “it” again speaking to him plainly and to something else “it” was speaking:

“Hey, Hi-ya, plastic baby pants, see ya’ made it, now we can do our job!? This new boy is in for the works! His parents, have given him life in diapers!”

“Oooh yeah, CRINKlllle, CraaaCkllllllll!” Hey friend, Diaper, am I loud enough? That Nice woman, Ms. Selby, sure knows her noisy plastic baby pants!”

“Between you and I, diaper, we’re gonaa, give this boy, lad, diaper hell!”

“Hey! And don’t ever forget ME! I’m here to be a main part of all this, his, Stiffi, Woody!”

Coby was then helped up off the Diaper changing table, and his daddy told him to lend a hand and they started loading the van with all the stuff, including the large diaper changing table. Ms. Selby told the Hermans that all the suppliers would be arriving at their designated times and that she would deliver the special new diapers and plastic baby pants and other supplies that would be arriving at her shop, herself, to their home. As they drove off toward home, Coby continued to whine and cry slightly, asking again, “If, I have to wear these, don’t make me in front of the neighbors or my friends?”

His, Mommi, and Daddy: “Sorry, Coby, but that is just part of the rules. You’ll wear your diapers and plastic baby pants, nothing else except shoes and socks and T-shirts. We’ll have made for your wearing and them only indoors, outdoors, at home and away from home. Yes, that means in front of friends and all; you’ll also wear them to school.”

They then brought all the stuff from the van into the house and into Coby’s, room. As they did the immediate next door neighbors from both sides and those across the street— the one where Patti, Linda, and Sue all lived— Patti and Linda, both being older than Coby, both had assisted in staying with and babysitting Coby, took notice, as he, Daddy, Momma, all brought stuff into the house. Shortly, most of the whole neighborhood was being nosey and a couple of the men, neighbors, offered much appreciated help, (with the diaper changing table) they all knew what it was and what and who it was for. Patti, Linda and Sue, plus neighborhood women, and girls, chimed in together:

“Boy, Baby Coby, you sure look cute in those diapers and plastic baby pants, Woooow! And the whole neighborhood, no one will have to be listening to know where you’re at and find you, as long as you wearing those baby-alarm plastic baby pants!”

Mrs. Herman, known to all as just Marie, the girls asked: “What trouble did Baby Coby get into this time?” She took them aside and told them the whole story and asked for their help in babysitting and seeing to the new baby both at home, play, outings, and at school, only to receive uncompromised assurance from one and all that she is doing 100% the right and correct thing to Coby. They’ll give their support, also that some of their sons as well as nephews, and grandsons, should and would likely be soon diapered.

All the stuff was arranged in Coby’s new Nursery to be in the best order for right now. Coby just watched and both trembled with fright and despair, yet with a chilling anticipation, and continual feeling in his stiffi, of things that he had nothing to say about, but knew they would come and happen. For the remainder of the afternoon Coby had to pee two different times, and just went ahead and did so inside his diaper. It strangely really felt good and his weenie was constantly sending him messages. One time along about supper time his Momma came over to him, and said, “Baby boy, how’s your dydee? Is it very wet?” Embarrassingly, she stuck her finger in at the top and pulled out slightly, “Nope, it’s damp but doesn’t need changing.”

Patti, Linda, and Sue came over for supper, and also Coby’s very best friend, a boy his age, from also across the street, along with his whole family. His name was Marc and he had two older sisters, also one with the name of Patti, and the other was named Cheryl. They knew of Deeker’s Diaper Page and its staunch advocacy for keeping boys in diapers, and were very close to getting their parents’ endorsement and strong consent to shortly place Marc, their brother, in diapers.

As usual, these weekend neighborhood gatherings Cory and some of the other neighborhood men, all brought the meat, and there was a magnificent barbecue of brisket, ribs, some steaks, chicken, hamburgers, and hot dogs, also several salads, mainly Potato Salad, that was out of this world, and other fruit salads, etc. Fries, chips, all the trimming for the hamburgers, and much, much, more, Oh yes! And a couple of the best in the world recipes for baked beans.

Poor Coby, and unbeknownst to Marc, they just kept on and kept on stuffing the food down these boys. Alsom, there were all kinds of drinks, beverages for the kid, and the boys, particularly, Coby, was made to drink and drink. Though the party went on, just after 7:30 P.M. Coby was taken by Patti and Linda, and Patti, plus, Cheryl, and told it was time to bathe and get baby ready for bed. Then Marc’s parents, quite to his surprise, told him that he was to spend the night over at Coby’s, and also to go and obey the girls, and bathe. Both boys were given baths, and quite to Marc’s shame and embarrassment, he was actually bathed by the girls, and of course got a roaring boner. After their baths they were taken totally naked out and in front of everyone, were diapered and sent to bed.

In Coby’s bed room the boys stayed awake and talked, and shortly were diaper-humping one another to dry orgasms as they talked diaper-talk.

Marc, said, “I’ve always wished besides my sisters, that I had you as my brother!”

“I’d love to have you as my brother, too. So lets you and I be brothers, as of right now!”

They didn’t know if caught if they’d get into trouble for this, but they still obeyed and didn’t remove their diapers, but they did place their hands inside (it was tight and not easy, but the jerked one another off to orgasm.

 

Very Thick Diapers, Plastic Baby Pants, Poop And Pee, and “It” Rules This Baby Boy’s Life

 

(Note: Coby is back to narration in this section.)

The next morning came and both Marc and I were awakened early to all the girls and women’s orders that it was time for us to get up, and once again, unknown to both of us, we again had been tricked and given the night before each of us a laxative with our food. Our diapers were already soaked, but for me in the morning and every morning, I, all my life, practically had started my day with pooping on the toilet, and this morning was to be no exception, but for one exception, that everyone in the two of us boys lives, were to see to, from now on we would poop- that is, shit in our Diapers, No, no Exceptions. Marc first looked me straight in the eyes and said, “It is my morning habit, always to go poop and sit on the toilet.”

I then giggled heavily, and said, “Wowiiii, mine too, at least this is one good thing, Brother, that our family has done for us, Now, we’ll never ever have to fight on who goes and sits on the potty first!”

Surprisingly, each of us for our first time to poop our diapers wasn’t quite as easy to start the poop, to coming, but once it started its tubular long flow our of our anuses, our poop holes back there, we just stared into one another’s eyes, and gave glance at one another’s diapers, and smiled, both asking the other how it felt.

Over the weekend, at various scheduled times delivery arrivals arrived of all our baby nursery stuff, and a delivery after at my house, one was made at Marc’s. Interior house painter and workers arrived painting, laying nursery carpet, laying wallpaper. Dad, and men worked on setting and putting together the baby cribs, putting up the curtains and placing the diaper shelves, and drawers, etc. Locks were placed on the bathroom doors, and locks on the cribs side rails, as well as arm, leg, and waist restraints, & a double pulley device that was scarcely noticeable, for raising our legs, in the air while diapering us. Both the wallpaper and the nursery pictures really made my new brother and me both blush with embarrassment, they were so nursery. Sunday morning we were taken to Sunday School. This was the embarrassment of all of them, (or so I, thought) we were admitted Marc and I, into the children’s toddlers nursery. Unfortunately we had to wet and use our diapers, all the real toddlers, all watched our changes and really laughed and teased us.

 

School Days, School Days, Dear Ole Diaper Days, and First Period, First Class, English= Let’s Read Your Essay, Coby

Monday morning started the morning by diapering both Marc, and I by Marc’s sisters and the other girls. Then we started off to school, and at school in the hall way on the ground, and also on the short walk, to school it seemed every kid in town was out to see us in our diapers. We went to our lockers and already were fighting like crazy to both of us sustain our tears and keep from crying. Yep, Marc, was in my English Class. we both entered and laid our home work assignments from over the weekend on our teacher’s desk and took our seats at our desks, the bell rang, and we started the morning in the routine way. Afterward, our English teacher, Mr. Nigermier, call me to come up and have a seat at the front of classing, facing the class, and he placed a chair. He, then spoke:

“I, want silence, please. Last week all of you we given an English Essay assignment. You were to write on ‘What I Did During This Last Summer’s Vacation.’ Quite to Coby’s surprise, he also got caught up in writing another essay, which he mistakenly turned in by accident for the assignment that I gave the class. All of you now looking at your fellow classmate can guess by his diaper punishment, that what he has done is quite, serious. I will now attempt to read to all of you, his fellow classmates, exactly what he did write, and turned in.”

Coby, now starting to cry, begged, “No, please don’t Mr. Nigermier.” This then in its entirety was read by Coby’s English, teacher:

Diapers Are A Boy’s Best Friend

By Coby Herman

 

My name is Coby and I am ten years old. I have lots of interests, but the one thing I like more than any other is DIAPERS. There are lots of things I like about diapers. I like diapers because they are so big and thick and tight and they’d feel really good to wear. I like how diapers are plain white (at least the ones I like to look at are) and they look like really super thick underwear, which I also like to wear since it looks like diapers, as long as it’s plain white. I think diapers look really cute on boys, especially their butts. I have a whole collection of diaper ads from my mom’s magazines showing boys in diapers. Baby and toddler boys in diapers are cute, but I really like to think about boys my age wearing diapers, not just babies. I like to look at thick white diapers on a boy’s butt and think about him never using a dumb old toilet and just peeing and pooping a lot into his diapers (I always say “diapers” in the plural because I think a boy should wear a whole bunch of them together so they’re really super duper thick!) I like diapers to go up really high, way up over the stomach and in the back so high up that they go way past the butt and past the elbows. I also like diapers to be really wide in the crotch so that you can’t even put your legs together and when you sit down you have to sit with your legs wide open so everyone can see your white diapers and see just how big and thick they are!

 

You might think that diapers that go up really high would show over my pants if I wore them. They would, but you see, I hate wearing pants and I like my bare legs to show with diapers. If I had it my way I’d go around in nothing but diapers (and a shirt) all day every day all the time and let everyone, especially my sister Donna and other girls see how much of a DIAPER BOY I am! Then it wouldn’t matter how high up my diapers went because they’d be all showing, from the top of the diapers halfway up my back all the way down to my stinky, poopy butt, where all the thick bunches of diaper layers come together and run through my crotch and then come back up in the front over my dick and balls and then go way up over my stomach! This way the diapers would hold lots of pee and poop and also show more. Since my diapers would go up so high I’d want to wear a short shirt that lets all of my diapers show! My shirt would read I’M A DIAPER BOY in big red letters! I’d bend over a lot and let my sister look at my BIG WHITE DIAPERED BUTT and have her pat my butt every time and tell me how cute my butt looks with lots of diapers on it!. I’d want them to know how much poop there was in there by how much I’d stink so they would change me. They wouldn’t see any poop because I’d have so many diapers on my butt.

 

Not only do I hate wearing pants, but I also hate having to use the toilet. I was four years and still in diapers (well, sort of, I was actually wearing training pants, which were like my underwear, but they were a lot thicker and they had extra layers in the butt which I liked). I pooped in them a lot. I didn’t want to use the toilet since I knew that my mom and dad were trying to take my diapers away from me. They finally did and it made me mad that I had to sit on the toilet and wipe my own butt, which I can’t do because I always have skidmarks in my underwear and Donna always teases me about it, and her friends think it’s gross. Mom and dad get mad at me when I don’t wipe. I just wish they’d just let me wear diapers and not have to worry about wiping. Let someone else do the wiping when they change my diapers, like Donna. Just once I’d like to know what it’s like to not be able to use the toilet and have to keep peeing and pooping in my diapers over and over until someone finally decided to change me. And I couldn’t wear any pants so that everyone like Donna and her friends and all these girls I think are cute would have to see that I have to wear and use my diapers all the time. I’d want to know what it’s like to have poop all over my butt and all through the crotch and up to my balls and dick. That would be a lot of poop and it would stink bad, but that’s what gets me excited when I think about it, especially when all that poop is beneath a bunch of thick, white diapers!

 

I only like boys wearing diapers. Girls shouldn’t wear diapers at all. I know that when girls are babies they have to wear diapers but at least girls are toilet trained before boys and once they are toilet trained they never go back to wearing diapers again. And girls don’t wet the bed as much as boys do. Girls just don’t look right in diapers, anyway, which is why I hate it when I see an ad in a magazine or a commercial on TV for diapers that doesn’t have a boy in it.. I like it when girls wear tight blue jeans or when they wear those short shorts that they call Daisy Dukes (Donna wears these). I also like it when girls wear thong underwear as Donna and her friends do. When a girl wears a thong she shows off her almost naked butt and she’s doing this to show boys how clean her butt is and how good she wipes. I don’t know why, but I get really excited when I think about girls being around me and other boys all wearing diapers while they’re all dressed in pants or sometimes in thongs.

 

In fact, I LOVE DIAPERS! Every time I even think about diapers (even just the word DIAPER), and every time I look at pictures of boys in diapers (including my baby pictures) and in magazine ads and stuff my dick gets all really hard and stiff and it feels really good and it makes me want to play with it (I think the word is “masturbate”, which I looked up). My friends and other boys in school tell me that their dicks get stiff when they think about girls or look at naked girls, especially the fifth grader boys. I guess the same thing happens to me too when I think about girls, but only when I think about a girl changing my diapers or at least seeing me in diapers while she’s in pants or shorts or a thong or without anything on at all. I’m not old enough to “come” yet, but the older boys say that when you can do this it really feels good and your dick shoots out this gooey white stuff. I have to wait until my dick and balls get bigger to do this. It still feels good to play with them and rub them through my diapers (or what I have to use for diapers, which is a lot of underwear worn together).

 

I wish all my underwear was diapers, so I like to pretend that it is. That’s because my underwear is almost like diapers, except that it just needs to be bigger and a lot thicker. I wear plain white underwear, which is also called briefs or “tighty whities.” That’s what all boys used to wear and I wish that’s what all boys had to wear for underwear still. When I look at old Sears catalog pictures all the boys are wearing plain white underwear. I get hard when I look at them because I like to think that they are wearing diapers and they kind of look like they are wearing diapers. Some of these boys even wore underwear that had two layers in the butt, called “double-seated” briefs. I really like these because they make the butt stand out even more and look more like diapers since I think they were made that way because boys need more padding in the butt since they don’t wipe very good. I’m glad they still make plain white underwear but I wish they still made the double-seated kind. I’d sure like to wear a whole bunch of them together like diapers. Nowadays boys like to wear boxer shorts. I think boxer shorts are really lame. They cover too much of your legs and when I see a boy in diapers or underwear I like to see a lot of his legs. I also like it that briefs have a fly front on them and briefs just have a flap opening. You also can’t wear a bunch of boxers together like you can with briefs and make a diaper out of them. Most of all, most boxer shorts come in all sorts of colors and patterns. I LIKE MY UNDERWEAR PLAIN WHITE JUST LIKE DIAPERS ARE!

 I also like white briefs because I like the waistbands. It seems like you used to be able to get underwear with all kinds of different stripes Because I wear “tighty whities” some of the boys make fun of me. Some of them even say that they make me look like I am wearing diapers, which is why I like them even more. They say this is what they don’t like about wearing tighty whities. I don’t know what’s wrong with them.

 

Let me tell you about a really cool web site I discovered a few years ago. It’s called “Deeker’s Diaper Page” (www.deeker.com). It’s all about boys who wear diapers, and a lot of the stuff, especially the stories that “Deeker” wrote himself, are about boys who wear really big, thick and white diapers that go really high and they’re changed by their sisters who like to look at their butts and talk about how cute they look in diapers. You don’t see anything about girls wearing diapers on Deeker’s site, which is what I like about it. I like how Deeker only thinks boys should wear diapers and that girls should wear pants and use the toilet. There’s everything on this site. There’s stories, surveys from boys whose sisters change their diapers, and even a lot of drawings that show boys in really super thick diapers with their sisters looking at them! God! This site is a dream come true! I could spend hours on this site! I always jack off when I read the stories and the surveys and look at the drawings. There’s a story called “What Might Have Been” which is about a boy who wears a lot of underwear for his diapers like I do (except that he gets to do it all the time and his sister sees him in them and she cleans him up and puts his underwear on for him). That’s where I got the idea for putting on a bunch of underwear for diapers. So if you’re a boy who wears diapers or wants to wear diapers, or if you are a girl who likes to see boys in diapers and likes to change boys’ diapers, then you should visit this web site.

 

There’s one more thing I want to talk about. Since I like to think about boys wearing diapers and I get hard when I think about them, I sometimes wonder if this means I am gay. I don’t know, because I like to think about girls changing my diapers and other boys’ diapers while the girls are in blue jeans or shorts or thongs. Maybe when I am older I will figure it out. All I know is that I love to wear diapers. If I could have a wish I wouldn’t wish for a million dollars (though that would buy a lot of diapers!) I’d wish to never wear pants again, never use a toilet again and wear nothing but lots of thick white diapers that go up really high and tight and I’d have to pee and poop in them all the time and then get changed by my sister and her friends.

 

If I think of more stuff I will come back to this, but I had to write something about wanting to wear diapers so much. I can’t write any more since I need to go jack off and think about all of this.

 

During the reading, which was beautifully and dramatically performed and done by Mr. Nigermier before the whole class, Coby, continued to cry, and even was so ashamed he attempted to several times to stand and run from the room, being given warnings those several times to stay in his seat. All this time a lump in the front of his thick diaper and plastic baby pants, even through all the thickness was continual.

 

Mr. Nigermier, said, “This essay is why Coby is being punished and by his own desires and request is in Diapers. His parents say he’ll be wearing diapers for a long time to come. As for Marc, his parents say he’s continually in trouble, so they have put him in diapers, too. This school’s rules about these boys and any others being punished in diapers has set rules that you all know and will follow on what you can say and do with these boys. There will be no tolerance of any of you breaking any of these rules, but we do encourage you all going to the very lines of what you are allowed. Oh, yes! Let me tell and warn you boys all of you know, be warned as I, expect and am sure that you’ll be showing up your selves many and the most of you wearing and using diapers.”