The Diaper Dudes: More Adventures
Chapter 1

	Well, the Diaper Dudes made it through their first year as a club 
that summer and to celebrate our Anniversary, our Dads took us on a 
Diaper Camp-out. There were a lot of woods where we lived and we knew 
of several good spots where several Diapered Daniel Boone types would 
be undisturbed by raised eyebrows. Our Dads all wore clothes, of 
course. Steve's Dad would have rather just worn diapers, but he was shy 
about it in front of the others, so he settled for wearing diapers 
underneath his clothes. All of us boys wore nothing but diapers on the 
whole trip. We did miss having the girls there to change us, but it 
worked out okay because we learned to change each other. It was pretty 
funny really because we had never done that before.
	"Oh, man, Tommy," I said. That is the grossest, stinkiest diaper 
in the whole world!"
	"What about yours?" Tommy replied. "I thought I was going to pass 
out before I got it off of you! Yechhhh!"
	We all started arguing over who had the most disgusting diaper, 
and pretty soon we were all wrestling on the ground and tickling each 
other and pretty much of a muddy mess. But what are camp-outs for, if 
not to get dirty? We cooked over our campfire and told stories of 
ghosts who were not allowed to wear diapers as boys and therefore had 
to wear them in their afterlife. They haunted diaper aisles in stores 
and tried to scare boys away so they could keep the diapers for 
themselves. If you wake up in the middle of the night and smell a weird 
smell, and it isn't you, it just might be one of these poor Diaper 
Ghosts! Anyway, we all had a great time. I thought back over the year 
and it was hard to imagine a time when we hadn't been the Diaper Dudes.
	I was eight years old now and pretty soon I would be starting 
third grade! I wondered how my new class would react to my diaper 
wearing. I realized that by this time I had become truly incontinent. 
Everything just came out automatically, no matter where I was. If I 
just got out of the shower, I had to be careful because I would start 
to pee without any warning at all. I asked Tommy if the same thing had 
happened to him and he said that it had. He just peed all the time and 
his poop just kind of pushed itself out . My Mom said not to worry 
about it. All babies were like that before they were toilet-trained, 
she said , and if I every wanted to stop wearing diapers I would just 
have to be toilet-trained all over again. I couldn't imagine ever 
wanting to stop wearing diapers, though. I kind of liked being un-
toilet- trained. Sometimes at night I would put my thumb in my mouth 
and imagine being a baby again. It was a good feeling. I just felt 
really lucky to have a Mom and Dad who understood me.
	Aunt Trudy visited us in August for a weekend with her two sons, 
Benjy, now four years old and Toby, now three. Her husband Ray was home 
from a job overseas and it was good to see him. "Benjy and Toby are 
both out of diapers now," she said. "I see that Robby is still wearing 
them!"
	"Yes, Trudy," my Mom said. "He is quite happy wearing diapers."
	"Hasn't it occurred to you that by allowing him to wear diapers 
now, you may be condemning him to a lifetime of incontinence?"
	"I don't think we are 'condemning' him to anything, Gertrude," my 
Dad said icily. We are simply allowing him to be himself."
	Meanwhile, I had been looking at Benjy and Toby. They sure did 
LOOK like they were wearing diapers, and as a confirmed diaper wearer I 
should know. I was tempted to pat one of them on the butt to check, but 
I restrained myself. Suddenly a big wet spot appeared on the front of 
Benjy's pants.
	"Benjy, you bad boy!" Aunt Trudy said. "Why didn't you tell Mommy 
you had to go potty?"
	Benjy just started to cry. Toby started to cry, too, and then wet 
HIS pants.
	"After all those underpants I put on you!" Aunt Trudy said. "How 
could you both embarrass me like this?"
	"Now Trudy," Ray said, "They are just little boys. Why make them 
feel bad?"
	"Don't question me in front of the boys," she said. "You are 
gallivanting around the world half the time and leave me to raise them 
all alone!"
	Aunt Trudy dragged her two boys upstairs and when they came back 
they looked even more padded than before.
	"Mommy put twelve pairs of underpants on us!" Toby said. "She 
keeps doing that, but we keep leaking," he said giggling.
	"Why can't we just wear diapers like Robby?" Benjy asked.
	"I don't care what Robby does," Aunt Trudy said to Benjy. "You 
are not going to Kindergarten in diapers!"
	During lunch I sat next to Benjy and Toby and I know at least one 
of them pooped in their pants. I hoped that Aunt Trudy had brought a 
truckload of underwear with her!
	"How can I toilet train my boys, when Robby, whom they look up 
to, persists in wearing diapers at the age of eight?" Aunt Trudy said 
at one point. "I may just have to stop visiting you!"
	"Gertrude," my Dad said, "Why don't you just stop making it a 
power struggle and wait until your boys WANT to be toilet trained?"
	"But what if they never do want to be trained?" Aunt Trudy asked. 
"What will people think of me if my sons aren't toilet trained?"
	My Dad just smiled at her tolerantly and didn't say anything.
	That kept up all weekend and I know that at least two washer 
loads of underwear were washed in two days! I felt sorry for Benjy and 
Toby, but I felt sorry for my Aunt Trudy too. She was depriving herself 
of the pleasure of letting her boys wear diapers. All of them would be 
miserable until either the boys gave in to her wishes or she decided to 
let them have their own timetable.
	"How come your Mommy lets you wear diapers when you are eight 
years old?" Benjy asked.
	"Well, I think she just saw that it meant a lot to me to be 
allowed to wear them," I said.
	Benjy just looked at me as if trying to take that in. I wondered 
what would happen with his and Toby's potty training.
	A few days later my Mom and Dad took me shopping for school 
clothes. Naturally I wore a lot of diapers so I would get a pair of 
pants and gym shorts that were big enough. Actually I wore four diapers 
instead of three so that I would have some room for growing. I no 
longer worried about my diapers showing, though. I had become a more 
secure boy since I started wearing diapers. I had come to realize that 
what other people thought was their problem.
	I saw Tommy in the store with his Mom and Maureen.
	"Those are neat pants," Maureen said. "I am trying to talk Tommy 
into getting some much bigger ones so I can put at least four diapers 
on him. I think he looks cute when he is diapered up really thick!"
	"Aw, c'mon!" Tommy said. "These pants here are plenty big! I will 
have to wear at least three diapers just to keep them from falling 
off!"
	I wanted to tell Maureen that she could put four or more diapers 
on me any time she wanted, but that didn't seem like a good time!
	The Diaper Dudes tried to have at least one meeting a week when 
everybody in the club could come, so the next day we all met down in 
Tommy's basement, which had pretty much become our clubhouse. Billy, 
David, Steve, Joey, Tommy and me were all there.
	"I see Dennis is still in diapers," said Joey.
	"Yes, but Vinny told me he thinks Dennis is really healed but is 
faking it so he can keep wearing diapers. Vinny says that Dennis shares 
his diapers with him when they read stories."
	"What would you do, Joey, if they suddenly fixed your wiener so 
you didn't need diapers anymore?" I asked.
	"You know, I've thought about that and I think I would do the 
same as Dennis, and pretend I still needed them," Joey said.
	That was about enough serious talk for us so we went down to the 
woods and played Grab (the diaper) Football until we were all badly in 
need of a diaper change. Maureen, Carol and Becky were at Tommy's and 
were glad to oblige. In anticipation of getting to change and baby all 
of us, they had fixed baby bottles for us with chocolate milk, and had 
vanilla pudding for "baby food." I don't know why this was so exciting, 
but it always made my wiener get really big, not only when I was having 
my diaper changed but when I was being "nursed" and fed like a baby. I 
could tell that it was the same for the other boys.
	Well, we all caught the bus for school on Monday. I had a teacher 
that I didn't know and I was a little nervous about how he would react 
to my diaper wearing. I had an excuse from my Mom to allow me to go to 
the nurse at any time and to be late getting back from lunch if 
necessary to get my diapers changed. I handed my note to Mr. Gilmore, 
my new teacher and he read it and kind of grimaced but didn't say 
anything. When class started he started reviewing what we had learned 
in second grade. I kept raising my hand because I knew the answers to 
his questions but he didn't call on me. At about 10:00 he paused and 
said to me, "Er, Robby, do you need to go You Know Where?"
	"No, Mr. Gilmore," I said. "I'm fine."
	"I think you had better go," he said. "Peter, would you take 
Robby to the nurse's office?"
	I was really embarrassed. He must have thought that I had a 
mental handicap and needed an escort to find the nurse's office. 
Anyway, I had no choice but to go with Peter even though my diaper was 
only a little wet. Peter knew me and just looked at me and shrugged. He 
was cool about it. When we got back to class Mr. Gilmore was reviewing 
fractions.
	"How much is 7/8ths plus 128/64ths?" he asked.
	I didn't wait for him to call on someone. I just said,"2 and 
7/8ths."
	I did the same thing after his next two questions. Then he said,
	"Robby, please raise your hand and wait until you are called on."
	I just raised my hand after that, and he did call on me a couple 
of times. I hoped that he had gotten the idea that just because I wore 
diapers didn't mean I was dumb.
	I went to the nurse at lunch even though I really didn't need 
another change yet. I just wanted to see the other kids. Boy! There 
were more kids in there this year. In addition to the six Diaper Dudes 
there were four other boys about my age who had bags with them that 
looked like diaper bags. I knew a couple of them from my gym class.
	"Hey, Freddie," I said. "Are you wearing diapers now?"
	"Yeah," he said. "After seeing you I got kind of turned on by the 
idea and I started using towels and stuff. My Mom caught me and decided 
to punish me by making me wear diapers! Some punishment! That was what 
I wanted all along!"
	The other boys had their own stories to tell, but they were 
pretty similar. They had either seen or heard about us boys wearing 
diapers and wanted to try it themselves. Anyway, that made ten boys for 
Nurse Williams to change in an hour!
	A few weeks passed and Mr. Gilmore finally realized that I could 
take care of myself and didn't need an escort to the Nurse, and he 
started treating me like just any other student. It was weird but about 
once a week or so a new student would show up for a diaper change. 
Finally there were fifteen of us and some of us would always be late 
back to class. The next day Nurse Williams gave each of us a note to 
our parents.
	"This wasn't my idea," she said. "It is the new Principal's idea. 
He wants to try to get most of you out of diapers."
	When I got home I gave the note to my Mom. She read it to me, and 
it said:

Dear Parent: I have become alarmed over the increasing abundance of 
boys wearing diapers to school. Please be advised that we are not a Day 
Care Center. If your boy has a legitimate medical reason for needing 
diapers we sympathize and will do all we can to accommodate him. 
Otherwise, please make an appointment with our Guidance Department so 
that they may help you to toilet-train your child. If your boy is in 
need of psychological help they will be happy to refer you to some 
competent specialists. Furthermore, in the future, all boys who must 
wear diapers will be required to wear and provide disposables. This is 
in the interest of sanitation and aesthetics in the school environment.

Sincerely,
Victor E. Hobart,
Principal

	"Gee Mom, "I said, "Does that mean I can't wear diapers to 
school?"
	"Of course not," she said. "As far as I'm concerned you have a 
"legitimate medical reason" for wearing diapers, and I am sure that if 
necessary Dr. Brock will attest to that."
	Just to be sure, my Mom made an appointment for me with Dr. 
Brock.
	"So, Robby," he said. "Still wearing diapers I see."
	"Yes, " I said. "I have been wearing them all the time for over a 
year now."
	My Mom explained about the new school principal and how she 
wanted to be sure that Robby could give a medical excuse if necessary.
	"Robby, I'll tell you what," he said. "I want you to go get a 
large Coke from the machine and drink the whole thing. Then I want you 
to get another and drink that, but first I want you to take off your 
diapers. Go sit in the waiting room and see if you can keep from peeing 
for one hour. Don't worry if you have an accident."
	I did as Dr. Brock told me and within 20 minutes I had already 
wet my pants. I couldn't help it.
	"I will write you a letter stating that Robby is totally 
incontinent and must wear diapers at all times," he said. "That should 
keep the principal off your back."
	After leaving the Doctor's office we stopped at the medical 
supply store to buy some disposable diapers. Tommy was there with 
Maureen and his Mom. They had already gotten the information on which 
was the best kind, as well as the advice that they worked better with 
plastic pants.
	None of the Diaper Dudes was deterred by the principal's letter. 
Our parents were all comfortable with our diaper wearing. A few of the 
other kids didn't show up at the nurse's office the next day, though. I 
felt sorry for them and hoped that they would find a way to wear their 
diapers. All of us preferred our cloth diapers and could hardly wait to 
get home and change into them. The disposables were good ones and 
worked fairly well, but we missed the nice feeling of the cotton and 
the secure feeling of the bulk of our cloth diapers.
	That night my Aunt Trudy called. She said that they were 
threatening to throw Benjy out of Kindergarten because he kept wetting 
and pooping in his pants at school. They said that he could stay if he 
wore diapers.
	"What should I do?" she asked. "I could take him out of school 
and wait until he is potty-trained, but what if he is like Robby and 
NEVER gets potty-trained?"
	"I can't tell you what to do, Trudy," my Mom said. "Does Benjy 
LIKE Kindergarten?"
	"Well, yes! He loves Kindergarten. I think I see what you are 
getting at. I guess I will just let him wear the diapers. Toby will 
want to wear them, too, of course! I wish they hadn't seen Robby 
wearing diapers! It would have been much easier to potty-train them."
	"Well, that may be true, Trudy, but Robby has some very good 
traits that make him an excellent example for your two boys."
	"I know that," Trudy said. I just don't want everyone to think I 
am a bad parent!"
	I didn't hear the rest of the conversation because my Dad came in 
and said we should go play catch for a while. It looked good for Benjy 
and Toby, diaper-wise, though!

The Diaper Dudes: Further Adventures
Chapter 2

	In early November, my Mom had a phone call from our Cousin Arlene 
who lived near Los Angeles. I was to be in for a surprise!
	"Robby, how would you like to go to Disneyland?" my Mom asked 
when I came into the house.
	"Go to WHERE?" I asked.
	"Disneyland," my Mom repeated.
	"Your cousin Arlene and her husband would like you to spend 
several days out in California where they are living now. They are 
thinking about adopting a child, but before they start looking they 
wanted to get a feeling for what it is like to have a child in the 
house. You would be sort of a "Test Case"!
	"Wow, Mom! Disneyland! Won't it cost a lot?"
	"Well it does cost a lot to fly to California, but they have 
offered to pay your way, and they can well afford it. So what do you 
say?"
	"Do they know about my diapers, Mom? I don't think I have seen 
Cousin Arlene since I was maybe four years old," I said.
	"Oh sure, Robby" she said. " I told your Aunt Trudy to tell them 
when she went there for a visit last year."
	"Well, in that case, when can I go?"
	I had a week of vacation coming up so the arrangements were made. 
I packed one duffle bag full of clothes and on big one full of diapers, 
both cloth and disposable. My Mom put four diapers on me before I left 
the house.
	"Remember, " she said, "If you need a change on the plane, just 
ask one of the flight attendants. We are going to give them a note at 
the airport about that, as well as instructions about who is picking 
you up in L.A.
	This was my first time on a plane! The flight attendants were 
really nice to me! I got to go up to see the cockpit and they gave me a 
set of wings. They brought me games and all the soda I could drink. 
After several hours, one of them came up and asked if I needed a 
change.
	I still felt pretty good, but just to be on the safe side I said 
yes. She took me to the restroom and skillfully changed my diapers. She 
must have had experience because she got them pinned on nice and tight! 
Boy, was my little thing standing at attention then! She put the sodden 
diapers in a doubled plastic bag, and sealed it well for me.
	Now, to be honest, I was kind of nervous about this visit. As I 
said, I hadn't seen my Cousin Arlene since I was four years old, and I 
had never met her husband. The flying part didn't scare me, but I 
wondered what L.A. would be like. It looked so huge on the TV shows! 
Anyway, the plane was getting ready to land, so I would soon find out!
	I was escorted off the plane by the same nice flight attendant 
who had changed me. My cousins were there and I did recognize Arlene, 
but they were still required to show I.D.'s and sign forms before they 
were allowed to take me. They seemed like nice people. They must have 
been rich because they had a fancy new S.U.V. We drove for a long time, 
and it was sure different from Vermont! There were houses all over the 
hills! They looked as if they might slide off! It was pretty, though 
and I loved the palm trees and the blue sea. It was warm, too! Anyway, 
we finally pulled into a long driveway, and up to a beautiful house. It 
even had a swimming pool!
	Cousin Arlene cooked some hamburgers for us while her husband 
Bruce showed me around. He had a nice workshop in the cellar, and I 
like tools so he showed them to me. Then he found a basketball and we 
shot baskets until Arlene called us. I was hungry and really enjoyed 
the burgers. Then she gave us ice cream for dessert. Well after all 
that food, I naturally felt the need to poop, so I did. My diapers were 
getting soggy by that time again anyway. Bruce cleaned off the table 
and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and I kind of shyly said, "Um, 
Cousin Arlene, I think my diaper needs changing now."
	"Your WHAT needs WHAT?" She asked.
	"My diaper-----I need a diaper change."
	"Robby, um, just wait here, okay? I'll be back in just a minute." 
She looked a bit pale.
	I heard her in the other room on the phone. I have good ears.
	"No, nobody told me anything about it," she said. "WHY does he 
have to wear diapers? He is eight years old! Is he sick or something? 
Is he retarded?"
	"No, no of course not. He is welcome to stay. I was just so , uh, 
shocked. I still don't understand. Is he normal in other ways?"
	At this point I was kind of hoping for an earthquake or 
something. Finally Arlene came back in and said that she would change 
my diaper for me. I could tell that she was grossed out when she saw 
what a poopy mess I was, but she did the best she could. She put one 
cloth diaper on me. I knew it wouldn't be enough and I should have said 
something, but I was pretty embarrassed by this time. I put the plastic 
pants on myself, and then my shorts. I heard her talking to Bruce and 
knew it must be about me and my diapers.
	Bruce and Arlene just tried to be nice to me as the day wore on, 
but we all felt uncomfortable. I was getting soggier and soggier. We 
ate dinner and I asked again for a diaper change because I could feel 
the pee pooling up in my plastic pants.
	"Why not wait until bedtime," Arlene said. "Then you can go to 
bed nice and clean."
	I should have told her I couldn't wait that long, but instead, I 
shut up. There was a football game on and I sat down on the carpet in 
front of the TV set to watch it with Bruce.
	Soon we were both engrossed in the game. All of a sudden I heard 
Arlene come into the room and start screaming, "Robby, how could you? 
My beautiful white carpet! It's ruined!"
	Then I saw what I had done. I hadn't noticed that I was leaking 
because the plush carpet had been acting like a second diaper. There 
was a really big yellow circle on the white rug. I stood up to try to 
stop any more damage, but the pooled up pee in my plastic pants started 
pouring our onto the already stained rug. Bruce made a run for the 
bathroom and got a towel which he wrapped me in while he carried me 
back there.
	"Stay here until we get you cleaned up," he said and closed the 
door on me.
	I heard them talking, but couldn't hear what they were saying. 
They sounded angry, so I guessed they were angry at me. I felt bad 
about the carpet. A long time went by and nobody came in to "clean me 
up." Finally, I took off my wet clothes and dried myself with the 
towel. Then I left the bathroom and went to my bedroom. I got some 
diapers out of my bag and pinned them on as best I could. I put on 
another pair of plastic pants and got into bed. I was feeling really 
homesick. I put my thumb in my mouth. I felt my pee coming out into my 
diaper and loved the feeling. Soon I was asleep.
	The next morning I awoke to smells of pancakes and sausage. 
Arlene came in and said,
	"Breakfast time, sleepy head."
	"Um, Cousin Arlene, I -uh-, I'm really sorry about the carpet."
	"Never mind, Robby, we got most of it out. Now come and eat."
	I love pancakes and sausage, but I had this lump in my throat 
that was interfering with my eating. Finally Arlene moved her chair 
close to mine and picked up a spoon and started feeding me. Then she 
made dive bomber noises at me and finally I was giggling. Finally I was 
full and feeling better.
	"Do you want me to change your didee now or do you need to make 
poopy first?" she asked.
	"Make poopy right now," I said in baby talk back to her.
	Bruce kind of rolled his eyes as if this whole thing was a little 
too much for him.
	While they were in the other room I heard him say to his wife, 
"Just make sure the kid has enough diapers on when we leave for 
Disneyland. Bring extras, too. I am just not ready for this deal. I 
want a nice normal kid."
	My mood deflated a bit again. It's funny, but my feelings were 
not hurt by other kids anymore, but these adults seem to hurt me even 
without meaning to.
	Arlene changed my diapers and I told her to put three on me, and 
to bring at least three more along. Then we left for Disneyland.
	We were having a good time, and Bruce was even warming up to me 
again. He was enjoying having a boy to share things with. As he saw me 
having fun, he joined in, and soon the "diaper-problems" were all but 
forgotten. Suddenly I thought I heard crying.
	"Cousin Bruce, did you hear that crying?"
	"Heck, this is Disneyland. There are always kids crying."
	He kept moving, but I hung back. There was something about that 
cry, that didn't sound like a kid who was afraid of a Headless Horseman 
or something. It was an "I'm lost" kind of cry.
	I had trouble telling where it was coming from, until I realized 
that the little person it was coming from was hiding. Being a kid 
myself, I soon managed to find him though.
	"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you lost?"
	"Who are you?" a little boy of around six asked.
	"My name's Robby," I said. " What's your name and what's the 
matter?"
	" I'm Brian and I went poopy in my pants, so I had to run away."
	"Oh, I see what you mean----I mean I smell what you mean. But why 
would you have to run away from your parents over that?"
	"They aren't my parents. They're my foster parents. They told me 
if I keep pooping in my pants I have to go back to the orphanage."
	"They probably don't mean it," I said. "Do they hit you or 
anything?"
	"They don't hit me, but they make me stand in the closet. I 
haven't been there too long.
	They don't like me much."
	"How do you know?" I asked.
	"I hear them talking about bringing me back. He says they can get 
a better kid."
	"What's it like at the orphanage?" I asked.
	"It's no fun. They treat me really bad when I wet or poop in my 
pants. The other kids pick on me. I'm going to run away and be a 
pirate," Brian said.
	"I don't think that works anymore," I said. "Maybe you can talk 
your foster parents into letting you wear diapers."
	"Nobody my age wears diapers!" Brian said.
	"Well, I wear diapers, and I'm eight!" I said.
	"No way," Brian said. "I don't believe you."
	I leaned over and showed him my ample padding.
	"I belong to a club and we are all boys who wear diapers."
	"Boy, I wish I could do that. My foster parents wouldn't let me 
though."
	"Well, how about if I try to clean you up then and your foster 
parents won't know you pooped your pants. We can't just stay here or we 
will starve to death."
	"Okay, I guess so," Brian said.
	I found a restroom and took Brian into a stall. Fortunately his 
poop was solid, so I helped him clean himself up and then we went off 
to find someplace where we could find his foster parents and I could 
find my cousins.
	I saw a place that said information on it and told the person 
there that we needed to find our families.. Soon our names went out on 
a loudspeaker and before long Arlene and Bruce showed up looking very 
frantic.
	"Where were you? We looked everywhere! We were so worried! Why 
did you run off like that?"
	I explained that I just needed to find out who was crying and 
told them about Brian and his foster parents and how he was afraid 
because he had pooped his pants. Soon Arlene's maternal instincts were 
turned on the poor little orphan and Brian seemed to be feeling better.
	Bruce went and got hot dogs for everyone while we waited to see 
if Brian's foster parents would show up. After awhile they did, and 
they were angry.
	"Take the kid to Disneyland, you said. The home is paying for it! 
So I take him and what happens? He sneaks off on us. This kid is a 
loser, I'm telling you. He is going back to the home tomorrow!"
	The wife was fairly quiet. She looked at Brian briefly and then 
looked away. Finally she said,
	"We just can't keep you, Brian. You are too much trouble. You 
poop your pants, you get in fights, you even run away at Disneyland. 
I'm sorry."
	Brian looked as if he had been hit. Arlene noticed and took her 
husband aside. Then she asked Brian's foster parents to give her his 
caseworker's name, and so forth. Then she told Brian that she would 
come to see him at the orphanage. He looked as if he didn't believe her 
so she hugged him and said,
	"I promise."
	Well, even before I left L.A., Brian was already living with 
Arlene and Bruce on a trial basis. Naturally, with a little persuading 
by me, Brian was back in diapers. I took the liberty of initiating him 
as the first member of the newly-formed California chapter of the 
Diaper Dudes!

The Diaper Dudes: Further Adventures
Chapter 3

	As the months rolled by we all had a great time. Spring break was 
just starting and after dinner my Mom said, "Robby, your Dad and I 
would like to talk to you. Come into the living room."
	"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.
	"No, no. It is nothing like that. You aren't in trouble. Don't 
worry."
	I sat down on the couch in the living room and my Dad started 
talking.
	"Robby, your Mom and I know how much you love your diapers, and 
we wouldn't dream of taking them away from you. We have been talking 
about how your diaper-wearing now might handicap you as you get older. 
We are wondering if you are already permanently incontinent or if you 
could be re-potty trained. We think that if you can be toilet-trained 
then you should try to go without diapers for six hours a day, one day 
a week so you keep the reflexes you need. What do you think?" my Dad 
asked.
	I was kind of in shock and didn't know what to say. The thought 
of giving up my diapers for even a few hours terrified me. I must have 
been pale because my Mom put her arm around me and said, "You don't 
have to decide now, Robby. Think about it. We won't force this on you 
if it really bothers you a lot. If you decide to try it, you can stop 
the experiment any time you want. Why don't you sleep on it and let us 
know tomorrow. We love you, in or out of diapers," she said.
	When I went to bed I was more aware of my pee seeping into my 
diaper, and how good it felt. I wondered if I could hold it and empty 
it in the toilet at will. My poop just came out automatically now, too. 
I hardly even had to push it. It just seemed to know where it belonged!
	It would just be for a few hours one day a week, though. If Mom 
and Dad thought I should do this , then I decided that I would give it 
a shot. If it was too rough, I could always quit, like my Mom said.
	"I'll try it, " I said to my parents the next morning. "When 
should I start?"
	"How about tomorrow?" my Mom said. That will give us time to get 
you some underwear. We better get lots so you can wear several pairs at 
once in case of accidents."
	"Okay," I said. "I want to go tell the other "Dudes" what is 
going on. I hope they won't ostracize me!"
	We set up a meeting of the "Diaper Dudes" and I told the group 
about my proposed "potty-training."
	"I actually think it sounds like fun!" Tom said. You get to wear 
training pants and have accidents and stuff just like a real toddler!" 
I may join you in the test. What about the rest of you?"
	Billy and David decided to try it, too, and we would each keep a 
log of how many accidents we had, and what type. We would also record 
any time we used the potty.
	"I wonder if we CAN hold it," I said.
	 "Well, it won't hurt to find out," Tom said. "Then we will know 
we have a choice and we can choose DIAPERS!"
	That afternoon my Mom took me to the store to buy underwear. 
There sure were a lot of different kinds! I just wanted the plain white 
briefs, though. They were more diaper-like. My Mom bought me two dozen 
pairs!
	"We can start with your wearing four pairs at once. If you need 
more, we have them on hand. They won't hold as much as a diaper and you 
won't be wearing plastic pants, so you will still have to keep 
conscious of what you are 'doing.'"
	"Okay, Mom," I said. "I'll try. I just hope you won't stop loving 
me if I have an accident on the couch or something!"
	"Robby, we would never stop loving you, no matter what happens," 
she said.
	The next morning I felt kind of sad as I was changed out of my 
sodden diaper. I was really mostly afraid that they would take away my 
diapers for good if I succeeded in using the potty. Still, I was 
curious myself as to whether I could do it. I pulled on four pairs of 
the new underwear. It felt kind of like a diaper, really. I was going 
to have to work to remember that I didn't have a diaper on. I was to 
wear the underwear from 7AM until 1PM, and use the potty as necessary. 
At first I just squeezed my sphincter muscle to keep the pee inside. 
This was pretty uncomfortable, so after a while I gave up on that 
technique and after about a half hour I went to the potty, still dry. I 
pulled my underwear down after giving up on getting it through four 
flies, and tried to pee. I pushed, but nothing happened.. I guessed I 
just didn't have to go yet. No sooner had I got my pants up than I 
started to pee in my pants! I tried to stop it but I didn't seem to 
know how. It soaked the four pairs of underwear and wet my jeans as 
well. I went to my room to change, and my Mom saw me.
	"Uh oh," she said. " That didn't take long. I think you had 
better put on six pairs of underwear this time. We might run out of 
jeans."
	I did as she said, but within another hour I was soaked again. We 
should have bought more underwear! Then I felt myself having to go 
poop. I ran to the bathroom, but the poop was already out before I got 
there, and it was soft. I called my Mom and told her what had just 
happened. She wasn't mad or anything and just helped me clean up and 
brought me six more pairs of underwear. After that she went to the 
laundry room to do a wash so we wouldn't run out of underwear and 
jeans!
	I went and logged my progress, or lack of it! I wondered how the 
others were doing.
	Then my Mom knocked on my door.
	"I don't want you to feel discouraged, Robby. It doesn't matter 
how this comes out. You will still have your diapers as long as you 
want them or need them. Now, I have an idea. When you were a baby and I 
first potty-trained you, I just sat you on your potty seat and read to 
you. Now you are too old for that, but I think you should try just 
sitting on the toilet and reading or listening to music. That might 
help stir up some reflexes," she said.
	I did as my Mom suggested and things did start happening, but I 
had no control over them. It was sort of like wearing a big porcelain 
diaper!
	At around noon, my Mom called me for lunch. I went in dry, and 
came out wet. As soon as I started to eat, the pee started coming out. 
I grabbed the front of my pants to try to squeeze my penis, but it 
didn't work. Even with six pairs of underwear on, I soaked the front of 
my pants.
	 At 1:00 I was changed and re-outfitted in my nice soft, 
ABSORBENT diapers and I went down to Tom's to see how it went with him 
Billy and David. I brought my log along.
	 Billy and David had already arrived when I got there. Their 
mother gave up for the day after David pooped loosely in his pants for 
the third time! David had only pooped once but had failed to stay dry 
at all, even for 30 minutes. In other words he did about as good as I 
did! Tom had not mentioned the experiment to his Mom for fear she would 
want to toilet train him for real. Instead, he had bought himself 6 
briefs figuring one an hour would be enough. It wasn't! Now he wanted 
me to take his underwear home so his Mom didn't find out. Tom had 
really thought that he could stay dry, but as soon his mind was on 
something else, out came the pee! He hadn't pooped himself, but he 
hadn't pooped in the toilet either. We each enjoyed the stories of the 
other boys' accidents. It made the whole thing seem a lot funnier.
	At dinner that night my Dad patted me on the back and said,
	"I'm proud of you for being willing to try that Robby. Are you 
willing to do it again next week?"
	I wanted to dump the whole idea, but agreed to do it again next 
week. That night, though I had nightmares about pooping and wetting 
myself in public. I dreamed I was in Wal-Mart without my diapers, and I 
looked down and there was a puddle under my shoe. People were pointing 
their fingers at me and a little boy around two said, "Look Mommy! That 
big boy went potty in his pants!"
	I woke up at about 6AM and realized I was sucking my thumb. I lay 
in bed feeling my wet diaper next to my skin. It felt good. Then I felt 
like pooping, so I did it in my diaper. It felt great! I closed my eyes 
and went back to sleep, still sucking my thumb.
	Tom decided to bow out of the experiment. He was too fond of his 
diapers to take a chance on maybe being forced to give them up. He had 
found out that he liked peeing in his pants, though. That was something 
he thought he might like to do on occasion when he could avoid being 
caught.
	Billy and David's Mom asked them if they really wanted to do that 
and they admitted they were only trying it because Robby was. She 
warned them about doing things just because a friend was. Sometimes 
that can be dangerous.
	I kept up the "experiment" for about three more weeks, and had 
about the same results. When I developed a nervous "tick" in my eyes, 
my Mom and Dad came to me and said, "Robby, I think that this 
experiment is having a bad effect on you. You seem anxious and 
withdrawn. I think that we should stop it now before it does bad things 
to your self-esteem. Maybe you will have to wear diapers for the rest 
of your life, but a lot of good people do that and they have a happy 
life."
	My dad handed me a package and I opened it. It was from Aunt 
Jane, and it said, "DIAPER DUDE" on the back.

The Diaper Dudes: Further Adventures
Chapter 4

	When I opened the package from Aunt Jane, I couldn't believe my 
eyes. Inside it was a blue sleeper, just like a baby sleeper, and on 
the back in big letters it said "I'm a Diaper Dude." On the front it 
said, "Yipes, I'm in Diapers!" Also, there was a big stack of new 
fluffy white diapers. I looked at them and they were much bigger and 
thicker than my other ones. There was a note inside and I opened it. It 
said:

I'm so glad that toilet training nonsense is over! You will always be 
my number one diaper boy! Stay just the way you are! I hope you like 
the new big diapers. You are growing you know!

Love,
Aunt Jane

	As you may recall, "Aunt Jane" was not really my aunt, but rather 
a neighbor lady who had made our first diapers. She was really handy 
with a sewing machine! I admired my new baby sleeper. It had snaps in 
all the right places and of course, feet! There was plenty of room for 
lots of diapers in the butt area! It was great!
	I was happy to get the bigger diapers. I was growing! I was 
eleven years old now and getting taller. My penis had grown a little, 
too. The more the better! Tom was twelve and I knew he was getting even 
more growth than me. He liked to wrestle with me when the other guys 
weren't around. I noticed that he liked to rub against me when he had 
me in a clinch. To tell the truth I didn't mind it either.
	"Dad," I asked, "How does a guy know if he is gay?"
	"Well, sometimes it takes a while for a guy to decide, but if he 
is almost always more attracted to men he is probably gay. Why? Do you 
think you are gay?"
	"Well, I don't know. I do like the girls, so maybe I am straight. 
I'm just not sure."
	"That is normal at your age, Robby," my Dad said. "You are 
probably starting to have more sexual feelings, and they will take a 
while to focus. Don't be anxious about it. It is okay with us whichever 
way you turn out."
	The next day I met Tom down at our clubhouse.
	"Have you ever wondered about being gay?" I asked.
	"Heck no! Are you kidding? I am straight as an arrow!"
	"I was just wondering," I said. "When we wrestle you kind of rub 
your dick against me and it gets big and hard."
	"Hey, when you get to be my age you will understand that it just 
feels good to rub your dick against anything! The bigger it gets the 
more attention it needs!"
	"Let me see it," I asked.
	He pulled down his pants and diapers and showed me his now erect 
penis. It wasn't huge but it was bigger than mine. A little reluctantly 
I took off my soggy diapers and showed myself to Tom.
	"Hey, that isn't much yet, but it's bigger than last year. It'll 
grow a lot more."
	We pinned our diapers back on and had another "wrestling match." 
The motive was out in the open now so we rubbed against each other a 
lot longer. Finally I heard Tom groan.
	"Are you okay?" I asked.
	"Sure, I'm great! I just came in my diaper! Just wait until you 
are a little older!"
	Yep, we were getting older. Next year I was going to a new 
school, since I would be in seventh grade. Tommy had started going 
there last year.
	"It isn't so bad," Tom said. "My doctor wrote a note that said I 
had suffered an athletic injury that rendered me incontinent. I almost 
believe it myself now, and so do my parents! It's a lot more socially 
acceptable than saying I like to wear them for fun!"
	My first day of Middle School was bad. I showed my note to my 
Homeroom teacher, and waited while she read it and marked something in 
her book. She gave the note back because I would need it for my other 
teachers. It said that I was totally incontinent, probably from a birth 
defect. Then I sat down at the only desk left. I remembered the kid 
sitting next to me. His name was Peter. I thought of him at Peter the 
Pain.
	"Hey pissy pants! Still in didees?" he said.
	I ignored him, but it didn't do any good.
	"Hey, Poopy Butt, I'm talking to you!" He said in a louder voice.
	The teacher heard him and said," Mr. White, is there something 
you wish to share with the whole class?"
	"Just that the guy next to me wears diapers and is a weirdo," 
Peter said.
	"Mr. White, that was uncalled for. I am writing you a pass to the 
Principal's office requesting that you be given two hours detention. I 
expect you behavior to improve."
	Peter sulked off to the Principal's office and I heard a lot of 
snickering. I didn't know if it was about me or him. Oh well. It was 
all part of being a diaper lover.
	There seemed to be a lot more bullies at this school, though. It 
was a bigger school with kids from a wider area. They probably never 
bothered Tom. They liked to pick on smaller kids like me. Anyway, word 
of my diaper-wearing spread fast and several of the guys stuck out 
their butts and patted them when I walked by.
	"I think I need a change," they would say in an effeminate voice. 
It must have been a gang because they all did the same thing. Only, 
other guys heard them and asked what was going on and the abusers kept 
multiplying. Then I noticed the strangest thing. I seemed to be aroused 
by the humiliation. I actually had to go in the men's room and jerk 
off. This was all very confusing.
	Anyway, by the end of the week they seemed to grow tired of the 
game after seeing no negative reaction on my part. Most of my teachers 
were pretty good about my situation. One of them, Mr. Benson, would 
loudly tell me to go get changed if he detected any untoward odor in 
the classroom. He was kind of a drill sergeant type so I did as I was 
told as soon as I was told!
	I was wearing Attends to school and was perfectly capable of 
changing myself by this time. The school nurse would have none of it, 
though. She believed that I was handicapped and needed her to change 
me.
	"Don't be silly! That's what I'm here for, Dearie," she said. She 
was nice and very liberal with the baby oil and powder. I always got 
stiff for her, but she never said a word about it.
	 There was one boy who kept bothering me. His name was Matt and 
he was in ninth grade and really big. He got pretty physical about it. 
He would push me up against a wall and start feeling me.
	"Cut it out, Matt," I said.
	"Who's going to make me?" he said.
	"You are just being a bully. Everybody knows bullies are 
cowards," I said.
	"Oh yeah? Well let's take a little walk," he said.
	 He half-pushed and half-dragged me out the door of the school 
and into a tool shed outside that was open. He shoved me down on my 
stomach and pulled down my pants and my very wet and soiled diaper.
	"Wow, do you know how disgusting you are?" Matt asked.
	"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," I said.
	"Put it back on inside-out," Matt said, "or I will break your arm 
and pull all your hair out."
	"Man, is that the best you can think of?" I asked.
	"Just do it, and right now," Matt said. "I can't take the smell 
any longer."
	He grabbed a bunch of my hair and pulled brutally. It actually 
did come out. I didn't want to be bald so I put the diaper on inside-
out. Then I pulled up my pants, and he let me go. I went to the nurse's 
office and told her what had happened, but didn't tell her who did it. 
She looked at my soiled and wet trousers and said that the only thing 
to do was to call my mother and have her bring another pair. She sent a 
message to my teacher for the next period and I waited for my Mom to 
show up. As I waited, my thoughts turned to revenge. It wouldn't have 
done any good to report Matt for what he did. I needed to get even in a 
way that would make him stop bothering me.
	After school I met with Tom and we plotted ways to humiliate and 
"tame" Matt.
	At last we decided on a method. We would wait until Friday 
because we needed to make some preparations. Matt always came to school 
early because he played on the football team and they worked out before 
school. Tom and I waited for him and cornered him when he arrived.
	"Rob tells me that you really like diapers," Tom said.
	"Oh man, it's the other pervert," Matt said.
	We had found a portable building that was unoccupied until later.
	"Come with us," Tom said.
	We each took one of Matt's large arms and pulled him toward the 
building. He was quite a load, but Tom knew pressure points and so we 
managed to get him over there. We went into the restroom and tied 
Matt's hands behind him. First we powdered him with baby powder 
liberally so that he would smell like a baby. Next we put a diaper on 
him. Over that we put a pair of plastic pants. We had Aunt Jane rig 
them up so that a chain went through the waistband and a padlock went 
in the back. Next we put on his pants, with a special locking belt and 
poured super glue on his zipper to keep it from coming down.
	"Well, I guess you are ready for football practice now," said 
Tom. "If you are a good boy and keep your diaper on all day, we will 
unlock you after school. Of course that is a long time to go without a 
change so try to control yourself. Meet us right here after school. If 
you get loose on your own, we have even worse things in mind for you!"
	Needless to say, Matt didn't go to football practice. He would 
have cut all his classes but he didn't know where to go. By sixth 
period his diaper had begun to leak. Worse still, he needed to poop. 
Finally he couldn't contain himself anymore and he filled his diaper.
	"Did somebody step in doggie-do?" the girl on his right asked.
	Matt looked at his shoes and said that it wasn't him.
	"It sure smells like it's coming from you," said the girl. "Matt, 
did you poop your pants?"
	"Of course not!" Matt said. "I just farted a little."
	"It smells like you farted a whole lot," she said, "and a very 
wet fart at that!"
	The other students were beginning to notice the fuss as well as 
the odor.
	Finally the teacher asked what was going on. A student near the 
front said something softly to the teacher.
	"Matt!" He said. "Come up here, please."
	Matt was leaking quite badly by this time as well as smelling 
very poopy. The students started to snicker as he made his way to the 
front in his wet pants.
	"Matt, I think you need to go to the nurse. Get cleaned up and I 
want to see you right after school."
	"I can't ---- that is, I have a doctor's appointment right after 
school," Matt said.
	Matt went to the nurses office, and when she saw the padlocked 
belt she asked him what was going on.
	"A couple of guys decided to do this to me for a joke," Matt 
said.
	"Are they friends of yours?" she asked.
	"No, they are just a couple of bullies," he said.
	"Is there any reason why they picked this way to bully you?" she 
asked.
	"Yeah, they are a couple of diaper freaks looking for new 
recruits or something."
	"What are their names?" she asked.
	"Oh, Rob Cunningham, and Tom something., Matt said."
	It was clear to the nurse that I had gotten my revenge. She was 
secretly pleased.
	"Well Matt, the only trouble is, I can't change you because I 
don't have the key. Were they going to unlock you anytime soon?"
	"They said after school," Matt said. "I don't know whether to 
believe them or not though."
	"Well, it is only one more hour. Why not wait here until after 
school and if they don't turn you loose we can go to the Industrial 
Arts room and have them cut your chains."
	Matt would have rather died than have the Industrial Arts teacher 
see his predicament, but fortunately Tom and I were waiting for him.
	"Ready for a change?" I asked.
	"Yeah, please," Matt said.
	We opened the locks and took off his diaper.
	"Now put it on inside out," I said.
	"No, please!" Matt said.
	I thought for a minute and then said, "I'll let you off the hook 
this time, but if you bother me or anybody else again it will be worse 
for you."

The Diaper Dudes: Further Adventures
Chapter 5 (Conclusion)

	Well, Matt was waiting for us after school. We unlocked him and 
he vowed revenge before making a dash for the nurses office, because 
she had offered to clean him up before he went home. In spite of his 
threat, though, he gave us a wide berth after that! I don't know if he 
was afraid of Tom and I or if he experienced some of the feelings that 
we have while he was diapered. After a while I was pretty much accepted 
at the new school. People pretty much believed that I had some physical 
handicap. For the most part I let them believe that, but when I met 
Glen, I decided to explain the real reason. I noticed this guy watching 
me a lot, and particularly my diaper area. He wasn't mean about it, and 
I thought that it was more than curiosity. One day I went up to him and 
said, "Hi, I'm Robby Cunningham. What's your name?"
	"Glen Jacobs," He said. "Nice to meet ya." I chatted with him for 
a while about where he was from and how he liked the new school, and so 
forth. Then he said, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but do you 
really wear diapers?" "Yes, I sure do," I said. "All the time."
	"Wow, that is something. I mean, uh, do you have to wear them or 
just like them or what?"
	"Mostly I just like them, although I pretty much need them now 
from wearing them all the time for so long," I replied. "We have a 
whole club for kids who like to or need to wear diapers."
	"Wow, a club, huh. Well, I don't suppose someone could come if he 
didn't wear diapers, could he?"
	"He couldn't be in the club or come to regular meetings, but if 
he was thinking about wearing diapers, he could come and talk to the 
members. We have some extra diapers, too, if he wanted to try them out! 
Are we talking about you, Glen?"
	"Well, yeah, I kind of want to wear diapers, but I could never 
get my Mom to let me," He said.
	"We've all been through that, Glen. If you want to, come by my 
house after school and we can talk about it some more. Then you can 
think about it. If you decide you are serious, I will introduce you to 
a couple of the other guys."
	I had been worried that in middle school there would be no more 
guys interested in diapers. Clearly, I had been wrong. I started to 
read more about "Teen Babies" on the web. There were lots of us. There 
were physical and emotional changes that we were going through, but we 
still loved the comfort of our diapers.
	Glen came by after school and we talked and played video games. 
Then I showed him sites on the Internet dealing with Teen diaper 
wearing.
	"What about my parents, though? They will never let me wear 
diapers. I would have to sneak them."
	"Some kids do sneak them. It is a lot better than sneaking 
cigarettes or drugs. Diapers are harmless. Think of it the same way as 
you think of masturbating. You do it, but you don't talk to your 
parents about it. It is personal. Also, some guys try bed-wetting to 
kind of ease into it with their parents. Some parents will let their 
son wear Goodnites or something to bed if they think he needs them. It 
is not that unusual for a teen boy to develop a bedwetting problem. 
Anyway, you could try just wearing a diaper for club meetings and see 
if you really feel like you belong."
	"I already know I belong, just by how I feel. I am ready to try a 
diaper right now," Glen said.
	"Well, you can try one of mine right now. Strip your pants off 
and I will do you up!" I said.
	Glen stripped and I slid a disposable diaper under his butt. Then 
I powdered him and he got a big erection. Then I taped him up.
	"Do you have to pee?" I asked.
	"Yeah, I do a little," Glen said.
	"Lie down and try to relax. Now, picture yourself as having no 
control over your bladder. Picture the pee just coming out by itself."
	It took a while for him to get relaxed enough, but then he 
started wetting the diaper.
	"Oh, this feels so good!" he said.
	"That's what we all think!" I said.
	The Diaper Dudes kept going all though our high school years. We 
would have occasional recruits and that was always fun! Even now, many 
of us are still close friends!

The End