DJ's Diaper Diaries: Part One- The Sleepover -------------------------------------------- **********************Disclaimer*************************** This story is a work of fiction based on actual events in the author's life. Any similarities to people living or dead is purely coincidental. The story will contain elements of infantilism. If this does not appeal to you then please don't read it. Though children are used in this story they are not used in any situation of a sexual nature. Let it be known now that I have never supported or condoned any act concerning Pedophilia. ********************Disclaimer*************************** Now that all that has been taken care of on with the story. A little about me Hi. My name is DJ. That's short for Daniel James. I am a 15 year old high school Freshman. Due to my having had a lot Bladder Infections as a baby and little kid I no longer have any control over my Bladder and have to wear diapers all the time. I have three other brothers. The oldest is Dan. I know what you're thinking, that's my name and you're right it is, but for some reason my parents like this name. He's 27 and is going to college, which is why he still lives at home. He still likes to wear diapers to bed. I think this comes from the fact that he had to wear them to bed because he wet it till he was 21. The one other thing my older brother and I share besides our name and wearing diapers is that we both have Cerebral Palsy. My two younger brothers Donn, who's 12, and Paul, who's 10, also wear diapers to bed for the obvious reason. Now most people would think that my parents would be disturbed by the fact that all of their kids still wear diapers. Luckily for me and my brothers they aren't. In fact, it was my parents' idea that we wear diapers for the bedwetting. I can't really blame them on this. I think if I were in the same position I would do the same thing, besides, I would rather deal with four sets of wet diapers each morning than four wet beds any day. ------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter One Well, it was Friday again. I was still giddy from the fact that I had just turned 13. I was finally a teenager; I didn't think this day was ever going to arrive! Just then I realized that my best friend Mark was calling out my name. "Hey DJ!!" Mark called, "You have your head in the clouds again? I've been calling after you for the last three minutes." "Sorry Mark," I said, "I'm still so excited that today's my birthday." "Yeah, That's right it is, isn't it?" he commented. I just nodded in reply. "Well Happy Birthday!!" he said as he punched me in the shoulder. "Thanks," I laughed while still rubbing my shoulder. Then Mark asked the one question I was hoping he wouldn't. "Hey DJ when are me and you ever going to do a sleep over?" I got really nervous at this because, even though we've known each other since the third grade, Mark still didn't know that I had to wear diapers to bed, or that my parents still treated me like a toddler at times. I just looked at him and stated awkwardly, "Gee, I don't know, Mark. We wouldn't be able to do it this weekend because of my party." I then used this to change the subject. "You are still coming to it, aren't you?" I asked. Mark got the hint I was sending and dropped the subject on sleeping over, but said, "Yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world." About that time the bell rang and we went into our classes. The rest of the day went quickly, and for once most of my teachers decided not to give us any homework. I got home shortly before Mom got home from picking up Donn and Paul from school. Judging from the looks on Mom's and Paul's faces I new something had happened. I found out what was going on as they came through the front door. "Really Paul, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," I heard Mom sigh. "This is the third time this week you had an accident at school!" "I know, Mom," Paul said in a sobbing voice. "I'm trying not to, but it just happened." "Well, you'll just have to try harder then, won't you? Now get up to your room and get those wet clothes off," Mom told him. Paul just started sobbing again as he ran past me into his room. "He had another accident at school, huh?" I inquired. "Yeah, he did," Mom stated in a tired tone of voice. "I honestly don't know what I'm going to do about it." I just nodded knowing how she must be feeling. "Anyway enough about that," she said, "How was my birthday boy's day at school?" I grinned. "Not too bad." Due to my tone I could tell she was about to question me about it further when the phone rang. "Saved by the bell," I muttered as she walked into the kitchen to answer it. "Hello?" she said as she picked the receiver up. I heard her say, "Oh, Hi Sherri" a few seconds later, and knew she must be talking with Mark's Mom. "Could you hold on for a second, Sherri?" Mom asked as she covered the mouth piece up. "DJ, would you mind going up and check on Paul for me?" I just nodded. "And go ahead and diaper him for the night." I just nodded again as I headed up stairs. "Is Mom still mad at me?" Paul asked as I walked into his room. "She's still a little upset, but she'll calm down after awhile," I replied. He seemed to relax at hearing this, and started to pull on a pair of shorts. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked. "I thought you said Mom wasn't mad at me anymore," he said. "She's not," I said, "but you still have to follow the rules." "What!!" he cried out. "You heard me," I said. "Now you can either take the shorts off yourself, or I'll take them off for you." Paul started to sob again as he pulled his shorts back off. "Now hop up on your bed, and we can get this over with quickly," I stated simply. He responded by just flopping limply back on to his bed. I just shook my head as I went over to the closet and started getting all the diapering supplies ready. When I turned around Paul was sobbing into the ear of his teddy bear. "Come on, I can't diaper you with you balled up like that," I said. "Why do you have to do it at all?" he asked. "For one, it's the rules," I replied, "and secondly, Mom asked me to. I think you'll find it a lot more agreeable letting me do it, than if I have to have Mom come up and do it," I added. "Yeah, I guess you're right," Paul said. And without turning around I told Donn, "If you make one comment about this either Bug I'll diaper your butt also." With that I turned around and started in on Paul. "Okay, squirt, lift your legs," I said. I then slid the three cloth diapers under his butt, and proceeded to dust his diaper area with powder. I soon had the diaper pulled up into his crotch and pinned. "Is that too tight?" I asked before pulling his plastic pants on. "No, they're okay," he said. "Okay," I replied as I pull the pants up and made sure all of the diaper was inside. "Okay, you're all done," I chuckled. "Now get out of here." And with that I gave his diapered butt a slap. I was still laughing when I went back downstairs and saw him waddling in to the kitchen. The rest of the evening went rather quietly, until dinner that is. "Hey, did anyone order a pizza?!" Dan yelled as he came through the door carrying two pizza boxes. "Hey Dan," I said as I saw him come in to the room. "How was work?" I asked. "Oh, you know, same old assholes," he replied. "Dan!!" Mom yelled. "What?" he responded. "You know how I feel about cursing in this house," she stated crossly. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I'm sorry." "Well, go call your brothers, and we'll eat before this stuff gets cold," she said. "What do you want me to call them?" Dan asked with a smile on his face. "Dan," Mom said with her "I'm-warning-you" tone. Dan just walk off chuckling. As dinner progressed we went through the usual "How was your Day?" questions. Mostly, everyone was making a big deal that I was a teenager now. "So, DJ," Dan asked in an amused voice. "You have a girlfriend yet?" I just sat there and turned red like I normally do when this subject comes up. Dan just started laughing when he saw this happen. "So Mom, what did Mark's Mom want?" I asked. "She just called to confirm what time the party is tomorrow," Mom stated. "That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. Sherri said that Mark came home upset today thinking that you didn't like him," Mom said. "You want to tell me why?" she asked. "Mark asked if I wanted to have a sleep over with him, and I kinda blew the subject off," I replied. " Is this because you still have to wear diapers to bed?" Mom asked kindly. "Yeah," I quietly responded while looking down at my plate. "You know, DJ," my Dad added simply, "you'll have to deal with this sooner or later. The doctors said that all the bladder problems you had as a baby would cause you to wet the bed all your life, and would probably get worse later on. I just hate to think of all the fun your letting yourself miss out on because of this." "I know Dad," I replied. "I know what you mean, DJ," Dan cut in "I went through the same thing, but sooner or later people will find out. How do you think Mark will feel if he finds out from someone else?" he asked. I just shrugged my shoulders at this. Donn and Paul just kept quiet during all of this. "I really would like to sleep over at Mark's, but I'm just not ready to find out if he'll be understanding about it or not," I said after a couple moments of silence. "If you want, I'll talk to Sherri about this tomorrow during the party," Mom said. I just nodded that would be okay. "Okay then, now that that's been taken care of, why don't you and Dan take your brothers upstairs and get them ready for bed." "Okay DJ, you go get Donn and Paul ready for their bath, while I go get it ready," Dan told me. "Okay, you two go in to your room; I'll be there in a moment," I said to Donn and Paul. While they went into their room I ducked back into the bathroom to talk with Dan. "Hey, Dan, can I ask you a question?" I asked nervously. "Sure you can," He replied, noticing that I was going to want a serious answer. "Do you really think it's a good idea about me going on a sleep over, after what happened last time?" I asked plainly. "DJ, I know that what happened at David's hurt you, but you have to let it go," he replied. "I think that it would be good for you to go." "Okay, I guess you're right," I told him, and went to help Donn and Paul get ready for their baths. "Okay, you little stinker, up on the bed, and spread 'em," I told Paul as I walked into the room. " No, I don't want to," he replied with a grin. "Oh okay," I said. "If that's how you want to be I guess we have to just do this the hard way then, huh." And with that I grabbed him around the waist and tossed him over my shoulder like a bag of potatoes. He was still laughing as I dumped him on his bed, after giving his well diapered butt a few slaps. "You ready now?" I asked, grinning. "Uh huh," Paul said between chuckles. "Okay, then lift your legs up a moment," I told him. With that he propped his legs up long enough for me to pull off the plastic pants he had on. "Boy, Paul you really loaded this sucker! Any more and it might have floated right off you!" I commented as I unpinned his pee-soaked diaper. Paul just looked up at me with a big grin on his face. "Okay, you're done," I said. "Go get your bath now." "You too, Donn," I added, and with that I gave both of them a playful pat on their now naked butts to get them going. While Donn and Paul were getting bathed by Dan, I went and got things ready for them when they got back. I went over to their closet, and got out three of the thick night diapers for each of them, and a pair of their teddy bear print plastic pants. After I got done laying the diapers on each of their beds, I got each of them out a pair of footed blanket sleepers. Even though it was the start of April, it was still chilly at night. I got a red one out for Donn, and I got Paul out a cream colored one with "Pooh" bear on it(Paul's favorite). With all this done I went to see what was taking Dan so long to get them each bathed. "Hey, what's taking so long?" I asked ask I walked into the bathroom. "What the hell," I laughed when I saw that Dan was about as wet as Donn and Paul were. "Hey bro.," I laughed "I thought you were going to give them the bath, not them giving you one." "Fuck you, DJ," he laughed back at me. "Grab some towels and help me get these two dried off." he said still laughing. After getting Donn and Paul dried off, Dan and I got them herded back into their room. "Which one you want to diaper?" I asked. Dan replied, "I'll take Paul." I just nodded and picked Donn up and threw him on his bed. "Okay, kid, spread 'em," I joked to Donn. "You gotta catch me first," he laughed, and with that he started to crawl off his bed. I grabbed him by the ankles and started to pull him back towards me, both of us still laughing hard. I then noticed some red blotches as I flipped him over on his back. "Hey Dan," I called "What?" he called. "We better put some Desitin on them. It looks like Donn's getting a diaper rash," I said. "Okay," he said as he walked over to their dresser. "I'll be back in a moment," he said after a rummaging around for a couple of seconds. "I'll have to go ask Mom where she put it last." He returned a minute later saying, "We're out of it. So just use more powder and lotion this time." I just nodded back at him. I then turned back to Donn and flipped him over on to his stomach. With that I poured a generous amount of Baby Magic into my hand and rubbed it around to warm it up some, and rubbed it slowly over his bum. I then flipped him back over and did the same to his crotch. "Okay, lift your legs up for a second," I told Donn while lifting up on his ankles as well. I then slipped his triple thick diaper under him. With his butt still in air I sprinkled baby powder all over it, and then same to his crotch. After I finished powdering him, I pulled his diapers snugly up between his legs and fastened them with two pins on each side. With me holding his plastic pants open he stepped into them and pulled them up. After I made sure there wasn't any of the diaper sticking out, I handed him his sleeper and let him finish getting dressed. "What took you guys so long? I was about to send out for a search party," Dad joked. "These two," pointing at Donn and Paul, "decided to give Dan a bath as well, so he has to change into some dry clothes," I said. Dan came into the room about this time his pants puffing out a bit. Mom just looked at him and smiled a little. "Well, since everyone is here now we can start the movie," Mom said. About 9p.m. Mom got up and went into the kitchen, and came back with a couple of bottles of milk for Donn and Paul. Since Donn was already laying in my lap, I offered to give him his bottle. He fell asleep about ten minutes later. "Okay, DJ, it's time for you to go to bed," Dad told me. "AWW c'mon, Dad, it's," looking at my watch, "only Ten o'clock. Can't I stay up a little longer?" I whined. "No, you can't. Now let me take your brother, and you head up to your room," He said sternly. "Your Mom will be up in a moment to help you get ready," he added. "Okay," I replied in a resigned voice. "And DJ?" he called "Yeah," I said "Happy Birthday," he said. "Thanks, Dad," I smiled. Mom was already in my room getting things ready for me. "Come on over and take your clothes off," Mom stated. I hesitated a moment at this. "Well, come on, it's not like you've grown anything that I haven't already seen before," she commented. I turned red with her saying this. "Oh for heavens sake," Mom sighed as she reached for my belt and pulled me over to her. In about two minutes I was laying down on my bed stark naked. "Lift your butt up a second," Mom commands as she slips my night-time diapers under me and proceeds to powder my butt and balls. After pulling them snugly into my crotch and pinning them on tightly, she pulls a pair of blue tinted plastic pants over my thickly diapered butt, and makes sure that none of material is sticking out from them. She then hands me my "Tigger" blanket sleeper. "If I talk to Mark's Mom at the party tomorrow about your having to wear diapers to bed, will you consider spending the night over at Mark's or maybe having him come over here?" she asked. "Yeah, I'll consider it," I said sleepily. "Okay, have a good night," Mom said as she handed me my teddy bear 'Kilroy', and my own bedtime bottle. "How could I have let myself get talked into this?" I thought as I fell off to sleep. Chapter Two I woke up the next morning to the sound of my Mom coming into my room. "C'mon, DJ, it's time to get up," Mom said. "Just five more minutes Mom, please," I responded, still half asleep while pulling the covers over my head. "Sorry, honey, we have a lot to do today before the party, and you need to get up now," she stated as she peeled the covers back off my face. "Besides, I'm sure your diaper needs to be changed," she added with a slight grin. "Oh, all right," I mumbled, and with that I let her finish pulling the blankets off me. "My Goodness," she exclaimed as she finished unzipping my sleepers. "It's a good thing I came in when I did or else you might have floated away," she said smiling. "I guess I am a little damp," I laughed back at her. "You could say that," was her response. She then preceded to pull off my plastic pants and unpin my pee- soaked diapers. "Now go get your shower while I get these taken care of, and get your clothes out for you," she said. "That's okay, Mom, you don't need to do that," I told her in a slightly embarrassed voice. "You're right, I don't have to get your clothes out for you, but I want to," she returned. "Now go get your shower or else I just might have to give it to you myself," she added jokingly. I turned to say something, but with seeing the expression on her face, I decided not to. With this I headed off to the bathroom to get my highly needed shower to wash the smell and feeling of stale pee from my body. After I was done with my shower I walked back into my room, and noticed that along with the T-shirt and sweat pants that Mom had laid out for me, she had also put out one of my disposable diapers instead of my underwear. As I went over to my bed to see if maybe my briefs were under my other clothes, I heard my Mom behind me. "I see you noticed the diaper," she said as she walked past me. "Yeah, I did. What's it for, though?" I asked, though not really wanting to hear what the answer was going to be. "Well, since you still have trouble keeping your pants dry when you get excited, your father and I thought it would be a good idea for you to wear them today for the party," she stated simply. "But, I don't want to wear them," I complained "All my friends will see the bulge the diapers make and laugh at me," I added as I started to cry. "Now, DJ, I don't think that the diapers are all that noticeable under your sweat pants," she commented softly. While she hugged me, she added, "Would you rather take the chance of not wearing one, and have an accident in front of your friends instead?" " Well, no," I said, still sobbing a little. "Okay, then, lets get you dressed," she said as she laid me down on my bed to diaper me. "Here, take this," she told me, holding Kilroy out to me. I held him tightly while I sobbed softly into his ear. "Lift up a moment," Mom asked after taping my diaper up. I complied without saying word. I soon felt a pair of my plastic pants being pulled up over my diaper. I looked up at her with a questioning look on my face. "I figure these will help muffle the crinkling sound your diapers make when you walk around," she told me as she saw the look on my face. "Oh, okay," I responded in a low voice, still not liking the fact that I would have to wear a diaper to my birthday party. "Okay, DJ, sit up please," Mom told me as she reached for the tee-shirt she laid out. "Mom, I can dress myself, you know," I said to her. "I know you can, Danny, but I want to do this," she responded. The fact that she had called me by my first name wasn't lost on me. By doing that she told me not to fight it, and just let happen. "All right," I said resignedly. "Good Boy, now hold up your hands," she told me as she held up the shirt. Soon she had my shirt in place, and reached for my sweat pants. After shaking the pants out she threaded my feet through their legs. "Stand up, please," she asked as she took my arms to help me up so I wouldn't fall over. She then pulled the pants the rest of the way up. After putting my shoes and socks on, Mom gave my diapered butt a pat and sent me downstairs for breakfast while she went to check make sure that Donn and Paul were up and dressed. Dan had already left for work by this time. The rest of the day went quickly. Most of my time was spent helping with the usual weekend house cleaning. About 3 P.M. Mom called me into my room. "Do you need to be changed before we leave?" she asked. I turned bright red when she asked this. "Yeah, I am kind of wet," I told her in an embarrassed voice. "It's okay, this is why you have them on," she told me while she laid me down on my bed and proceeded to pull my sweats and plastic pants down so she could get to my diaper. "You're all set to go," she chuckled as she finished taping a fresh diaper on me. I just laughed at her pun, and pulled up both sets of pants I had on. With this done we left for my party. I saw Mark and his family waving to us as we pulled into the bowling alley's parking lot. "Remember, DJ, if you feel like you need to be changed while we're here, just let me know. Also, I'll talk to Sherri later about your little problem and maybe we can come up with a solution to you and Mark having a sleep over," she told me before we got out of the car. "Okay, Mom," I told her as I ran up to Mark, not really paying attention to what she had just said to me. Mark and I headed towards the video games as we entered the building. Due to all the noise made from bowling lanes and video games, Mark and I were almost having to yell at each other to be heard. "I'm sorry about yesterday," I yelled to Mark. "About what?" he asked loudly. "Your Mom told my Mom that I had upset you when I blew off your mentioning us having a sleep over and she told me. I just want you to know I wasn't meaning to," I yelled back. "Oh, that, it's okay. I was having some other problems, too," he responded loudly. "But, since you brought it up, when are we going to have a sleep over?" Mark asked me. "I don't know, I'll have to ask my Mom, and get back to you," I told him, and let the subject drop. About this time the rest of my friends showed up, and the party began in earnest. I played one of my best games ever that afternoon. "Maybe I should wear my diapers more often when I come bowling," I thought just as I got my fourth strike in a row. I did happen to notice that Mark's Mom was watching me a lot and even more so the two times I had to tell my Mom that I needed to be changed. I was glad that none of my friends noticed that I was wearing diapers that afternoon, or at least if they did notice, they didn't say anything. The rest of the day went slowly after the party. The next morning was a repeat of the previous one, only this time it was my Dad that insisted on dressing me for the day. I didn't even bother arguing with him about it. "DJ, Mark's on the phone for you!!" I heard my Mom yelling from the kitchen. "Okay, Mom, I'll be down in a moment!" I called back down, as I shut off the Super NES I had gotten the day before. "Hey, Mark," I said as I picked up the phone. "Hey, DJ," I heard him reply. "I thought you might want to go see a movie with me, my brothers, Mom and Linda?" he asked. "Which one?" I asked. "Cool Runnings," Mark told me. "Sure, I'd like to, but let me ask my Mom first." I told him. "Okay, I'll hold while you do," he responded. "Just a moment while I ask." "Ask what?" my Dad said as he came into the kitchen for a drink. "Mark wants to know if I can go to a movie with him and his family. May I, please?" I asked him. "Which one is it?" Dad asked me. "Cool Runnings," I told him. "It's not rated R, is it?" He grilled me. "I don't think so," I told him honestly. "Let me check," I added. "Hey Mark, you still there?" I asked into the phone. "Yeah, I'm still here," Mark replied. "My Dad wants to know what the rating is," I told him "It's a PG-13, or else I wouldn't even be going to it," he laughed. "Just a moment, let me tell my Dad," I said laughing. "Mark said it's a PG-13 rating. Can I go, please?" I asked my Dad, pleading. "Well, I guess it's okay," he said laughing at my pitiful antics. " Thanks, Dad," I told him. he just nodded and smiled. "Mark?" I asked excitedly. "Yeah?" he said. "My Dad said that it was okay for me to go." I told Mark. "Great!" he responded. "When do you want me to be ready?" I asked. "We'll pick you up in about 30 minutes," he told me. "Okay, I'll see ya then," I said, as I hung the phone up. I then headed back up to my room to get my shoes on and to play Mario Bros. a little longer after making a stop in the bathroom to relieve my bladder. About Ten minutes later my Mom knocked on my door. "Yeah, Mom?" I asked as she opened the door. "Is Mark here already?" I asked her. "No, not yet," she said "I came in to help get you ready," she told me simply. "What do you mean, Mom? I'm already ready," I said, confused. "I think that maybe you should wear a diaper to the movie. That way you won't have to miss any of it by having to go to the bathroom every forty-five minutes like you do here," she told me. "Mom, is this really needed?" I asked nervously. "I think that it would be a good idea if you did." she told me simply. "Now get off your pants so we can get this done before he gets here," she added while leading me over to my bed. "But, how will I take a change with me if I need it? I won't need to take a backpack or anything," I asked. "Well I gave that some thought so I want you to put these on first," she said while handing me a pair of GoodNites that Donn normally wore when he went on sleep overs himself. Since I was small for my age these fit me with no problem. As I pulled off my sweats and underwear I noticed that the GoodNites had holes cut out of their outer layer, and look over at my Mom quizzically. "The GoodNites will act like a soaker pad for your diaper. That way you won't need to take an extra diaper with you," Mom told me when she saw the look on my face. "Okay, I guess that'll work." I replied as I pulled the GoodNites up. As soon as I had finished doing this, Mom laid me down on my bed where she had already laid out my diaper. Just as she finished taping it up I heard Donn calling "Hey DJ, Mark's here." "Okay, tell him I'll be down in a minute. I have to go to the restroom first," I yelled back with a wink to my Mom. "You hurry up and get your pants and shoes back on. I don't want you to keep Mark waiting too long," she told me with a smile on her face. "Oh, and make sure you don't drink too much at the movie. I'm not sure how much extra padding the GoodNites will give you," she added seriously. "I know, I'll watch it," I told her as I finished pulling my pants back on and started on my shoes. A minute later I came running down the stairs after making sure I stopped by to flush the toilet. "Hey Mark, thanks for inviting me to the movie," I told him. "You're welcome, I'm just glad you could come," he said, smiling. "Well, lets get going, I'm sure Mom and Linda are wanting to get there before the crowd hits," he added. "Okay," I agreed as I waved g'bye to my parents. "Just remember what I told you, DJ," I heard my Mom say as Mark and I started for the door. I just nodded a reply to her. While Mark and I walked to his Mom's car there was something that seemed different about Mark, but I just couldn't place my finger on it. As we got to the theater, Mark's little brothers, Bryan and Jonathan, jumped out of the car and headed for the entrance with Mark and I following closely behind. We all hit the concession stand after we got our tickets. While Mark and his brother each got a jumbo-sized Coke, I settled for a medium one, remembering what my Mom had told me. Sherri, Mark's Mom, had also told us that after the movie where we were going to stop for lunch on the way home, so I didn't want to press my luck with it. I felt the Coke start to do it's work on me about halfway through the movie, but instead of trying to hold it back I just let it go into my diaper. On our way out of the theater after the movie, Sherri had asked us all to go to the restroom, even though I had my diaper on. I still went in so everyone else wouldn't wonder why I didn't need to go. As Mark and his brothers all went into the handicapped stall, I noticed that Bryan had a small gym bag with him, and I started to wonder what was in it. "So, DJ, how was the movie?" my parents asked me as I came in to the house a little after 3 P.M. "It was great. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard at a movie," I said chuckling. "How did the diapers work?" my Mom asked me. "They seemed to work out all right. It was nice to be able to watch a movie all the way through for once," I told her. "They didn't even leak any," I added as I headed up to my room. "I wouldn't be to sure of that," my Dad called after me. "WHAT?!" I exclaimed. " I'm sorry, but it looks like they did leak. You have some wet spots on the seat of your pants," Mom said as she came up to me. "DJ, weeet his paants. DJ, weet his paaants," Donn and Paul started chanting when they heard this. On hearing this our Dad popped both of them in the back of the head saying, "That'll be enough of that, you two!! Your brother doesn't tease you when either of you wet you pants. I'll expect the same from either of you," he told them sternly. I started to cry when I thought that maybe Mark and his family might have seen the spots. "It'll be okay," My Mom told me softly as she walked me up to my room. "NO, it won't!!" I cried. "Mark and his family must have seen my pants, and they'll think I'm a baby because I can't even keep my pants dry," I sobbingly added. "Now, DJ, you just stop that. I'm sure that neither Mark or anyone in his family thinks that," Mom replied firmly as she laid me down on a changing pad that she had spread across my bed. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes, though," she said while she started to pull my sweat pants off. I just lied and hugged my teddy bear to me, still crying softly. I soon felt the air against my wet skin and shivered a little. "Do you want to be re-diapered, or do you want to wear your undies?" Mom asked in a light tone trying to cheer me up. "Would you mind re-diapering me?" I asked shyly. "Not at all, I like diapering all my little guys," she told me, smiling, and with that she began to fold a couple of my cloth diapers together and slipped them under me. "Since you've had such a long morning I want you to take a short nap so you won't be so grumpy later, okay?" Mom told me, as she finished pulling up my plastic pants. "Okay, Mommy, I do feel kind of tired," I told her in a child-like voice. "Do you want to wear your new sleepers?" she asked me. I just nodded eagerly, thinking of the new 'Tigger' footed blanket sleepers my parents had given me the night before at my family birthday party. I started to doze a little as my Mom got the sleepers out of my closet. "All right, sleepy, stand up so I can help you with these," Mom said as she came back over to my bed. She held out the sleepers as I stood up. Mom zipped them up for me after I had put my legs and arms into them. "You just go ahead and lay back down while I go get you a bottle," Mom told me on her way out the door. She came back in a few minutes later and commented on cute I looked in my sleepers while cuddling Kilroy in my arms. I just smiled at her. "Here, sit up for a moment," she said as she came over to my bed and sat down on it. "OK, you can lay back down now," she said and soon my head was laying in her lap. "Open up," she told me as she teased my lips with the nipple on the baby bottle she had with her. I was soon sucking contentedly on my bottle of warm milk while my Mom talked to me softly. "I talked to Sherri after you went to bed last night," she told me. I just looked up at her questioningly. "Since Dan has to work all weekend and your father and I are taking Donn and Paul's scout troop camping, I've set it up that you'll be spending the weekend over at Mark's house. He should be asking you to sleep over later this week, and you will accept the invitation. Okay?" she asked. "Uh huh." I mumbled sleepily around the bottle. "DJ, time to get up," I heard Donn say. "Huh," I mumbled, still half asleep. "It's time for dinner, you have to wake up now," Donn repeated. "Oh, okay," I told him as I sat up in bed. "I want to tell you that I'm sorry I made fun of you because your diaper leaked," he said in an ashamed voice. "It's okay, squirt. I forgive you," I replied as I messed his hair up with my hand. He just smiled back. "Now let's go eat," I told him. "Nice PJ's you have on there, kid," I heard my Dad and Dan chuckle together as I walked into the Dining room. "Thanks, I like them, too," I told them both with a smile. "DJ?" I heard Paul call. "Yeah Paul?" I asked, looking at him. "I'm really sorry about earlier," he apologized. "It's okay, I forgive you," I told him. He smiled back when I told him this. "What happened earlier?" Dan asked. "Well, the diapers DJ had worn to a movie with Mark had leaked, and these two here," pointing to Donn and Paul, "started making fun of him for it," Dad told him. "That wasn't very nice, you two. Think of how you've felt when your classmates did the same thing to you," Dan told them. They just turned a deep shade of red as they stared at their plates. "Okay," I piped in, "they've it apologized for and I've accepted it, so lets just let the subject drop." I said somewhat heatedly. "I think that's a good idea," Mom added as she came into the room. The rest of the meal and evening went quietly and nothing more was said about my accident. "C'mon, DJ, Get that soggy bottom of yours out of bed." I heard Dan call from my door way. "Uhhh!" I groaned back at him as I turned away from him. "Now, you don't really want me to come in there and get you up do you," he joked. I just pull my blankets closer, knowing full well what was about to happen. "Okay, you asked for it," He called, laughing maliciously, and with that he came over and pulled the blanket off me and started tickling me. "Help, kid brother abuse!!" I cried out laughing "You going to get up for school?" he asked, laughing himself. "No!" I laughed back at him. "You sure?" he said as he started tickling me again. I was laughing so hard by this time I couldn't even answer him, and I also wet my already pee-soaked diapers. "Okay, okay, I give, I'll get up," I told him between fits of laughter. With that he let me up, and went in to Donn and Paul's room to get them up. As I pulled off my sleepers and sodden diapers, I heard Paul's laughter and knew that he was getting the same wake up treatment I just got. I was still laughing lightly as I started to run a baby wipe across my butt and between my legs to get the pee smell off me and to make sure I didn't give myself a diaper rash. As I headed out the door to begin walking to school I heard my Mom call, "Remember what I told yesterday about when Mark asks if you want to sleep over this weekend." "Yeah, Mom, I remember," I called over my shoulder as I closed the front door. I saw Mark a couple of times that day, but nothing was ever said about my sleeping over the coming weekend. During the entire week Mark never said a word about the sleep over, and while I wanted to ask him about it I decided that it'd be best to let him make the first move. "Did Mark ask you about it yet?" Mom asked when she got home from work that night. "Not yet, I guess I'll just have to come on the camping trip with you guys," I told her. "We'll see," she replied. By 6th hour on Friday I still hadn't heard anything, so I assumed that I was going on the camp out. I was proven wrong when the classroom intercom started ringing. "Just a moment class, and we'll get back to reading `Julius Caesar'. You'll be next to read, DJ," Mrs. Addison said as she picked up the intercom phone. "Yes?" she said into the phone. "Uh huh, Okay, I'll send them up right now," she said as she set the phone back down. "Mark, DJ?" she called. We both looked up at her, wondering what was going on. "You two are wanted in the office right now, and go ahead and take your books with you. You won't be coming back to class," she told us. On hearing this I nearly wet my pants because I got so nervous. After me and Mark finished getting our books together we headed for the door. With seeing how nervous we both were, Mrs. Addison added, "Angie, would you mind escorting them to the office so they don't get lost on the way. Here's a hall pass for you so you don't get into any trouble," she said handing the girl a small wooden paddle. After we three left the room, Angie asked "What the hell did you two do this time?" "Damned if I know. I haven't done anything since I rigged Roger's locker with that paint grenade," I told her. "Me either," Mark added dumbfoundedly. "Well, it must be a good one," Angie said, and we walked the rest of the way in silence. Mark and I told the office secretary who we were and she just pointed to a couple of chairs saying "Mark, your Mom will be here to pick you up in a few minutes." "Mrs. Circle?" I asked "Yes, DJ?" she replied. "Why was I called up?" I asked, even more nervous than before. "I don't know, DJ. I was just told to call you up. They didn't tell me why." she told simply. Feeling that I was about to lose my bladder, I asked if I could go to the restroom. "You can use the one in the nurse's office." she told me after seeing the look on my face. As I took off for the restroom I could hear Mrs. Circle telling Mark, "DJ must have a really weak bladder. I've never seen anyone move that fast for a restroom in my life," she chuckled. If only she knew how right she was, I thought. I saw Mark's Mom standing by the front desk as I came back from using the toilet. "DJ, I've already signed you out," she told me. "You'll be spending the weekend with us while your parents are camping," she added. "Will I get to stop by my house and pack?" I asked. "That won't be necessary. Your Mom already dropped one off," she told me, and with that we headed out to her car. "Mark, would you like to tell me why you never asked DJ to spend the weekend like I asked you to?" Sherri inquired calmly once we were in the car. "I don't know. I just sorta guessed that he would either blow it off again or say that he couldn't make it for some stupid reason," he added glumly, thinking that he was going to get in trouble for it. As for myself, I finally realized how much it meant to Mark to have me sleep over. "Mark," I said quietly from the back seat. "Yeah," he responded. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I never realized what having me over meant to you." I told him in a saddened voice. "Why is it you always turned my invitations down?" he asked turning around in his seat. "Is it because my Mom's gay?" he added heatedly before I could answer him. "Mark!!" his Mom yelled from her seat. "That was totally uncalled for! I want you to apologize to DJ right now, young man," she added sternly, seeing that he crossed over the line with his last comment to me. "I'm sorry, DJ," He said almost to the point of crying. "It's just that I'd like to know why you always turned my offers to sleep over down," he added. "Now Mark, let's not get so nosy. I'm sure DJ has his reasons for why," his Mom told him softly. "It's okay, Mrs. Dickerson. I think in a way Mark does have a right to know why," I told her. " You know, DJ, it is okay if you call me Sherri if you want," she told me before I could address Mark. "The reason I've never accepted your offers, Mark, is that aside from my Palsy I have another medical condition," I told him plainly. "Well, what is it?" he asked. "Mark," Sherri told him in a warning voice. "Mark, let's just say that I'd like to keep it quiet right now," I said. "Oh, okay," he replied. His Mom just gave me a knowing look in the rear view mirror. I knew right then That this was going to be a very long weekend. The rest of the ride to Mark's house was spent in a strained silence. Chapter Three We pulled up to Mark's house a few minutes later. "Okay, you two, we're here," Sherri announced as we pulled into the driveway. "Mark, after you and DJ put your books in the house I'd like you to come back out and help me unload the car." she added. "Uugghh," Mark and I said together as we headed for the front door. "Hi, Mark, Hi, DJ," Linda said as she saw us come through the door. "Hi, Mom. Hello, Mrs. Barter." Mark and I responded to her greeting. "You know, DJ, you can call me Linda if you'd like. I would prefer it. You make me seem like I'm an old hag by calling me `Mrs. Barter,'" Linda said with a smile. "I can do that if you'd like me to," I said a bit nervously. I had always been raised to call adults by their last name with a title in front of it. Having an adult ask me to call them by their first name made me a bit uncomfortable. "C'mon, DJ, we better drop our books off and get back out to help my Mom or she's liable to send out a search party for us," Mark remarked half seriously. "Okay, let's go." I told him, setting my books next to his on the kitchen table. With that we headed back out to help his Mom unload the car. "Here, DJ, You can take this in and put it up in Mark's room," Sherri instructed as she handed me the duffel bag my Mom packed for me. "I can take another bag with me if you'd like," I said as I swung the duffel over my left shoulder. "No, that's okay, DJ. Thanks for the offer, though," she replied with a wary look and tone of voice I was all too familiar with. I just nodded and headed for the house. I normally would have blown up at the unspoken comment Mark's Mom said, but decided to let it slide because I knew she didn't really mean it. After having dropped my bag off in Mark's room, I started to head for the bathroom to relieve my nearly bursting bladder. Before I entered the bathroom I decided to check the door to the room across from it. "Hmm, locked," I thought as I tried to open the door. "I wonder what's in there," I mumbled to myself as I turned around to go into the bathroom. What I didn't realize at the time is that Linda had seen me try to open the locked door, and had told Sherri about it. "Okay, you two, time to hit the books," both Sherri and Linda announced as I came back down stairs. "Aww, do we have to?" Mark and I replied at the same time. "Yes, you do," Sherri said laughing at how much alike we sounded and looked when we complained. "The sooner you get it done the more time you'll have to play," she added. "Oh, all right," we pouted as we headed to the kitchen table. Luckily neither one of us had that much to do. We both finished our homework in about an hour and after having Mark's moms check it we headed up to his room to play some Nintendo. "Hey, DJ, do you want to unpack your bag? I have some clear shelf space in my closet if you do," Mark said as he reached for my bag. "No, that's okay, Mark," I replied nervously as I pulled the bag out of his reach. "Okay, I just thought it would make you feel a little more at home," he told me with a curious look on his face. "I appreciate the thought, but I'll just keep it packed for now," I said even more nervously than before. If he noticed how nervous I had gotten, he didn't let on. "I bet I can whip your ass in MKII," he told me with a devilish grin. "You're on," I laughed at him as he set the game up. "Shouldn't your brothers be home from school by now?" I asked Mark, noticing that it was after 3:30 P.M. "Nah, they're spending the weekend with my grandparents," he told me. "That's great!! Now we won't have to worry about them bugging us all the time," I laughed. I then noticed that I need to take a piss really bad. "Ain't that the truth!!" Mark laughed in response. "I'll be back in a moment, I have to go take a leak," I said as I hurried off towards the bathroom. "Don't fall in!!" I heard Mark laugh as I headed down the hall. We changed games after I got beat in five straight games of MKII. About an hour later we had gotten bored of playing and had turned on HBO to watch a movie before dinner. "Hey Mark?" I asked, sniffing the air. "Yeah?" he replied. "Does your Mom make good Italian?" I inquired, inhaling deeply. "Some of the best I've ever had, not including my grandma's. Why do you ask?" he said curiously. "Because unless I miss my guess, that's what we're having for dinner," I told him grinning. "I can go down and check if you want. Why? Don't you like Italian?" He asked with a frown. "Hell no, I love Italian. It's just that my Mom thinks it has to come out of a jar," I laughed. By this time the smell coming from downstairs had me to the point salivating like Pavlov's dog. "If that's the case, I don't think you'll be disappointed," Mark said smiling. About Thirty minutes later Linda called us down to dinner. "Well, DJ, I hope you don't mind having Lasagna for dinner," Sherri told me. "I think I could force myself to eat it tonight," I said grinning. Thus letting Sherri know that she should take my comment as a joke. She just smiled back and motioned for me to have a seat. "Now, I don't want you guys getting too full not to have room for desert," Linda told us from where she was seated. "Why, what is it?" I asked her. "Well, I guess you'll just have save room for it and find out, won't you," She responded teasingly. "Now eat up before everything gets cold," she added. With this we all settled down and started eating. "Mrs. Dicker... I mean Sherri, that was some of the best Lasagna I've had in a very long time," I said as I finished wiping my plate off with some garlic bread. "I am glad you liked it, DJ," she replied smiling "Whose ready for some dessert?" Linda asked as she got up from the table. "I am!!" Mark and I exclaimed together. Linda just laughed at this as she headed for the kitchen after collecting mine and Mark's plate. "I'm going to have to try to get your Mom to give my Mom the recipe for this," I told Mark while we were waiting for his moms to return with the dessert. "Good luck," Mark told me. "Why do you say that?" I asked in response. "People have been trying to get this recipe from her for years with no luck," he replied. "Oh, well, I'm going to ask anyway," I told him. Linda and Sherri returned about then. As Sherri set one of the bowls in front of me I spoke up. "Do you think I might be able to get your Lasagna recipe from you?" I asked "I'd be willing to trade one of my recipes for it, I added quickly before she could answer. " You cook, DJ?" she asked me a bit shocked that the thought of a Thirteen year-old knowing how to cook. " I dabble a little bit." I replied shyly turning red as I did. " I'm sorry, DJ. I didn't mean to embarrass you," She said. "It's just you don't find to many teenage boys that know how to cook," she added. "Well, My Mom thinks it's a good idea for me and my brothers to know how to cook in case nobody else is around to do it for us," I told her simply. " That is a good idea. Maybe, I should try that with you, Mark," she replied smiling. A couple of minutes later I felt the pressure increase in my bladder. "May I be excused for a moment, please?" I asked Linda quietly. "Sure, DJ, go ahead." she told me, sensing what the request was for. With this I quickly got up and headed for the bathroom. By the time I returned everyone else was done eating and getting up from the table. "Is there anything you would like me to help with?" I asked Sherri. "No thank you, DJ. Me and Linda can handle the dishes," she replied. "However, while we're doing this I would like you and Mark to go get your showers and get dressed for bed," she added, giving us a look that said she didn't want any complaints from either of us. "Yes ma'am," we replied glumly as we headed up stairs to get ready. Chapter Four "You can go first, Mark," I told him as we walked into his room. "Thanks a lot, you're a real friend, you know that?" he said smiling, but using a sarcastic tone. "I try." I told him, laughing. A couple of minutes later we had both stripped down to our underwear in preparation for our showers. "Nice underwear," I heard Mark comment behind me. "Thanks." I said turning to face him. "You too," I added, chuckling. He just turned red at this. While I had on a pair of red-colored briefs, Mark, it turned out, was wearing a pair of "Taz" Loony Toons Underoos. I started chuckling even harder when he turned to leave the room, and saw that there was a picture of "Taz" growling on the seat of them. While Mark was in taking his shower I went over to my bag and started to get my stuff ready for my own shower. After pulling out my PJ's, I pulled out one of the light blue colored Attends Mom had placed in the bottom of the duffel. I did notice that it was thicker than normal, and realized that she had put one of the extra-large Pampers that I use as a soaker pad in to it. I had just finished closing the bag when Mark came back in to the room wearing a towel around his waist with water still dripping from his hair. "Okay, DJ, It's your turn," he told me as I picked up my stuff and head for the bathroom. "Oh, my Mom wanted me to remind you to wash your hair," he added. "I don't think my Mom packed any shampoo for me," I replied. "That's okay if she didn't; you can use some of mine," he told me as Linda came into the room. "C'mon, DJ, get your butt in gear and go get your shower, or else I might have to bathe you myself," Linda told me half-jokingly. "Uh, that's okay, Linda," I stuttered in response turning almost as red as the underpants I had on. Linda just laughed at this and gave my butt a playful swat as I walked by her. The bathroom was still a bit steamed over from Mark's shower when I walked in. I set my PJ's, diaper, and shave kit on the counter, and proceeded to step out of my somewhat damp briefs. I pulled the shower door closed behind me, and turned the water on. After testing the water with my foot, I turned the knob for the shower. As I washed myself I noticed that lately I had been paying more attention in washing my groin than I had in the past. After I had finished washing my hair, I shut the water off and started to dry off. This time I did pay real close attention to drying my diaper area off because I knew from past experiences that I would get a rash if I didn't. After drying off, I laid the diaper I had hidden in my PJ's on the floor, and opened it. I then opened up the shave kit, and pulled out the travel sized bottles of lotion and powder that I knew would be there. I put a moderate amount of the Baby Magic lotion in my hand and rubbed them together to warm it a little. I then started to rub it over my stomach, penis and butt. I only used about half of what I normally would because I didn't want the smell to be too noticeable. Grabbing the powder I went over and laid down on the diaper, and started to powder myself again not overdoing it because of the smell. When I was done setting the powder aside, I pulled the Pamper snugly into my crotch, and then did the same with the Attends and taped it close. I giggled a little when I saw my diapered reflection in the mirror. I had just started to put on the PJ bottoms when bathroom door opened. "Hey DJ, what's taking you so long?" Mark asked as he walked in. He stopped dead when he saw that I was in a diaper. "Ah, shit!" I said and just sat down on the toilet and started crying. "Hey, it's okay." Mark said softly as he came over to me. "Is this why you never wanted to sleep over before, because you wear diapers to bed?" He asked soothingly as he put his hand on my shoulder. "UUUhhh-hhuuhh." I stuttered out between my ragged sobbing. "It's all right, I understand." he said, still trying to calm me down. "To tell you the truth, I sort of figured you did from all the times I went over to your house. I recognized the faint baby powder smell in your room." he added. "How?" I asked, still sobbing a little. "Because both Bryan and Jonathan still wear diapers to bed." He told me plainly. "Really?" I asked. Thinking that he might just be telling me this to calm me down. "Yep, and uh," he said trailing off. "And what?" I pressed, thinking there was something he was going to add. "I wear them too." He added, and pulled down his PJ bottoms to show me. "Why do you think Linda came in after I had my shower? To put my diaper on." he continued. As he said all this I finally looked down to see his diaper. "Cool, purple." I said, smiling a little bit. "Yeah, well, Mom gets a super absorbent kind called Molicare, and this is the color they come in." he told me. "And believe me, he needs it, too." we heard behind us. I turned around to see both Sherri and Linda standing in the doorway. "We heard you crying, DJ, so we came up to see if everything was okay." Sherri told us. "It's okay, Mom, I accidentally walked in DJ while he was changing." Mark replied. At this I started to cry again. "It's okay, DJ." Sherri said as she came in and knelt beside me. "Lots of boys your age have to wear diapers to bed. It's nothing to be ashamed of." She said in a comforting voice as she gave me a hug. After a moment I calmed down again. "You all right now?" Linda asked as Sherri continued to comfort me. "Yeah." I said while wiping my eyes and nose. "I wouldn't be too sure of that." Sherri piped in. "Why not?" Linda responded. "I think DJ needs to have his dydee changed." Sherri said in an amused voice. Looking down at my diapers I saw that the color stripes and turned from a pale yellow to a deep blue. In all that was happening I didn't even realize that I had flooded both the soaker pad and diaper. "Mark, why don't you and Linda go down and get the game set up while I get DJ change." Sherri added while having me stand up. Once I was standing I started to finish pulling up my PJ's. "Why don't you just take those off." she told me while taking my hand in hers. I was still to shocked by what had been happening to do, or say anything. After taking my pants off I handed them to Sherri who had already collected my other things. She then led me by the hand to Mark's room. Upon entering his room I noticed that a large-sized changing pad was laid out on Mark's bed. As I got closer to it I noticed that it was powder blue in color and had little teddy bears riding rocking horses while holding balloons. "Go ahead and lay down on the pad while I get some things together." Sherri told me gently as she helped me lay on the pad. I smiled a little as I felt the gelled pee squish under my bottom and between my legs. I noticed that Sherri had opened a cabinet that Mark had in his closet. "Sherri, my diapers are over here." I informed her, pointing to my bag. "I know, DJ. I just think that you might be more comfortable wearing one of Mark's diapers." She replied as she pulled a purple diaper from the cabinet as well as some baby wipes, lotion and powder. "Oh." was all that I could manage to say. "Well, let's get this diaper off you." Sherri commented as she started to unfasten my diaper. She soon had my diaper undone and pulled it out from under me. After setting my used diaper aside, she reached for the tub of wipes and pulled one out. I shivered a little as she put the cold wipe against my wet skin. "Sorry about that." she told me apologetically. "It's okay." I replied. She finished wiping my balls and butt with an efficiency that only came with years of changing diapers. She then poured some lotion into her hand and rubbed them together to warm it up some. After rubbing the lotion into my diaper area, she gave it a dusting of powder. I just laid there taking in the feelings that all this was giving me and started to relax again. "Lift up for a moment." Sherri asked, snapping me out of the revelry I was in. I just lifted up like I was asked, not saying a thing in response. I felt the diaper being slid under me and lowered my butt on to it. Sherri then spread my legs apart a little bit and brought the diaper up between them. I was surprised by how thick they felt. "Okay, you can sit up now." Sherri told me after she had the tapes securely fastened. "Thanks." I told her as I sat up. "You're welcome." she replied. "Here, put your arms up for a second." I was told as she reached for my pajama top. In a few seconds she had put it on me as well. Without even thinking I then preceded to give Mark's Mom a big hug, which she returned with a laugh. "Lets get downstairs before they send a search party for us." Sherri laughed. As I walked past her to go downstairs I felt her give my diapered butt a pat. Chapter Five "You look cute in your diapers, DJ. You know that?" Linda commented with a smile, as Sherri and I walked into the dining room where they had set up the game. "I've heard that mentioned a time or two." I said with a laugh. "So, what are we going to play?" I asked. "Trivial Pursuit, is that okay?" Mark asked. "I've never played it before, but I've heard about it." I replied. Mark then started to explain what the object of the game was. Sherri and Linda were one team while Mark and I were the other. About three and a half hours later Mark and I won the game after Linda asked me a question on "Arts and Lit." concerning the author of a book set in 17th century France. Everyone was somewhat shocked that I had gotten it right. "Okay, you two go sit on the couch. Sherri and I have a surprise for you." Linda told us while giving Sherri a wink. "Do you know what's going on here?" I asked Mark as we walked over to the couch. "I don't have the slightest idea." Mark told me, but for some reason I didn't believe him. I could tell when Sherri and Linda came back into the room that they were hiding something behind their backs. "Get up for a moment." they asked us as they got to the couch. They sat down as soon as me and Mark had moved. "Okay, you can sit back down now." Linda told us. As I sat beside Linda I saw Mark climb into his Mom's lap and cuddle up to her. This didn't surprise me any since I did the same thing at home a lot. What Linda said next did shock me. "No, DJ, up here." she told me while patting her lap. I was a bit nervous and embarrassed as I climbed in to her lap, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings by refusing. She had me lean back once I was in a comfortable position. She was laughing a little as she told me to "Close my eyes and get ready for a big surprise." About a second after I closed my eyes I felt the bottle's nipple enter my mouth. "UHH!!" I exclaimed around the nipple. I just looked over and saw Mark with a bottle of his own. "Got tha!" he said from around his bottle with the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster. Sherri and Linda both started to laugh at this. I knew right then that he was in on this little "surprise". What shocked me even more was that because I normally took bottles to bed with me I started to suck on the one I had without even thinking.