Chapter 5- Saturday afternoon

After Dylan’s mom used the bathroom and got her purse we went outside and walked to the car. Despite it being pretty cold, there were quite a few people around, and I nervously pulled my shirt down to hide my diapers from view, although it barely even worked. I was relieved when we got into the car, both from embarrassment of being seen and having ice-cold legs! Dylan’s mom started up the car and we drove off to pick up Karen and then go eat.

It took a while to get to Karen’s friend’s house, and I noticed that it was all the way on the other side of town. When we pulled up in front of the house I started to put my overalls on, but Dylan stopped me.

“Only mom is getting out,” he said.

“But Karen’s gonna see me in diapers!” I whined, trying to get the pants away from Dylan.

“She’s gonna see you that way at home, too, so you might as well get use to it,” he said.

I sighed and nodded, “I guess you’re right…” I resigned.

I gulped as Karen came closer and closer to the car. Nervously I tried to pull my shirt down to hide my diapers, but they were so big and obvious, so it didn’t really work. When she reached to open the car door I felt myself wet a little due to nervousness. Dylan scooted over closer to me and Karen threw her bag down and sat next to Dylan.

“Hi Ethan!” she said to me, smiling with her chubby freckled cheeks.

“Umm… Hi…” I muttered.

“You look so cute in diapers!” She said, I blushed and wanted to hide. “But don’t worry,” she added, “I won’t tease you, or tell anybody at school about this, or your bedwetting! I promise!”

I think I wanted to die from embarrassment then, but oddly I felt at ease around Karen. Perhaps my mind finally decided that if she’s seen Dylan in diapers and not told anybody, then she probably won’t tell anybody about me.

Soon we pulled up in front of CiCi’s, and Dylan and I put our overalls and shoes on. He had Karen help him snap his overalls up, but I was fine on my own. We all got out of the car and headed to the entrance. I noticed that a family was staring at Dylan and I, and that’s when I realized how much my diapers showed. I wanted to say something, but I decided not to in fear of annoying Dylan. My mouth watered the instant my nose smelled the pizza and desserts, and my stomach grumbled, signaling I was hungry. An African-American woman in a uniform greeted us and showed us to our table, then brought us cups so we could get our drinks. Both Dylan and I got our drinks, overfilling our cups with root beer. We both knew it wouldn’t mater since we had diapers on and they would hold all the pee we produced. After we all got our drinks we went to the pizza buffet. There were probably at least a dozen pizzas, but probably more! They also had a bunch of desserts as well. I took one slice of sausage and pepperoni pizza, one slice of ham and pineapple pizza, and one slice of barbeque pizza, as well as what seemed like a fudge brownie with sugar on top.

“Yum, this is gonna be so good!” I said.

“You bet! Luckily we have our you-know-whats to catch the aftermath of all this food,” Dylan said, being careful about mentioning our diapers in public. Karen and Dylan’s mom both just chuckled at us and got their food. We began eating almost immediately after we sat down, and I got pizza sauce all over my mouth! I saw Dylan stuff a napkin in the collar of his shirt as if it were a bib, so I did the same. The pizza was good, and Dylan and I even went back for seconds, as well as refills on our drinks!

After we ate Dylan’s mom gave all three of us some money, and we went into the game room to play some games. Karen went off to play one game while Dylan and I went to a racing game. We each took a seat and put in the required twenty-five cents, then started the game up. We were able to play for a fair ten minutes, until our quarters went out. As we were looking for another game to play we passed by one of those crane game machines, and Dylan pointed at it.

“Have you ever won one of those?” he asked.

“Um, I’ve never really played them before…” I said.

“I could win you something! I want to give you a gift to welcome you into the unofficial Diaper Boy club!” he said, whispering when he said diaper boy.

I just nodded and we walked up to it, and Dylan inserted fifty cents and started it up. He asked me which one I wanted, and I pointed to a tiger stuffed animal that somewhat looked like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. I was amazed when Dylan set the crane over it, pressed the button, and it actually picked it up! He won the prize! I picked the tiger up from the shoot that it came from and gave it a small hug, “Wow, thanks a lot Dylan!” I said.

Dylan smiled, “Anytime!”

Just then I heard Dylan fart, and it sounded like he was pooping his diapers. After a moment he said, “Um, I think we’d better go back to my mom…”

I nodded, and we went back to Mrs. Aadams, who was still sitting at the table. While we were walking I stopped and did the same thing so Dylan wouldn’t feel too embarrassed and alone.

“Having fun, boys?” Mrs. Aadams asked us as we walked up to the table.

“We are mom, but, Uhh…” Dylan began.

Dylan’s mom sniffed and nodded, “I think I know what you two want. Dylan, why don’t you find your sister and tell her that it’s time to go home?” she said.

“Okay, Mom,” Dylan said, heading back into the game room. I just stayed with his mom and waited for him to return.

“Where did you get that?” she asked me, pointing to my tiger.

“Uhh, Dylan won it for me in the crane game. He said it was a gift,” I said.

She nodded, “That’s nice. Dylan has a lot of stuffed animals that he won from those things, it’s like he has some kind of magical sense or something!” she said, chuckling. I just laughed and waited for Dylan and Karen to come back.

Dylan soon came back with Karen, and we got up. Their mom went to the front desk and paid the bill while Dylan and I each took a mint from the dispenser and popped it into our mouths before we went back to the car. When I sat down in the car seat I felt my poop squish all on my butt, along with my soaked diapers bunched up against my penis. I really don’t know how many times I wet my diaper while we were there, but that root beer really did something. In fact, while we were driving back I peed again, and I even pooped some more as well. I was noticing that my poop was unusually runny, and I thought I might have diarrhea. At least I was in diapers for it!

Finally we pulled up and Dylan’s driveway and got out of the car. My poop squished and squashed in my diapers as I walked up the front porch steps. We all took off our shoes, and Dylan and I took off our overalls and handed them to Dylan’s mom. While I was bending down to pick them up I felt someone hit me on the behind, and I turned around to see Karen!

“Karen!” I whined.

“Sorry, Ethan! I can’t resist when I see a diapered butt!” she said, giggling. As Dylan bent over to pick his overalls up she did the same to him, “see? I do it to Dylan all the time!”

“She does, believe me,” Dylan added plainly.

“You boys go upstairs and we’ll be up there to change you,” Mrs. Aadams said.

Dylan and I went upstairs to his room and sat on his bed. “Boy, you stink!” he said when he got a whiff of my butt when I bent over in front of him.

“I think I’m coming down with diarrhea. I’ve pooped a lot today, normally I only have to go once or twice in a day,” I said, feeling my bottom release more shit as I climbed up on the bed.

Dylan nodded, “I get that a lot,” he mentioned.

After about five minutes Karen and Mrs. Aadams came up, each holding a basket of diapers and plastic pants. “Gee, Dylan! How many diapers do you have?” I asked after seeing so many.

“Hundreds!” Karen chimed in, giggling as she sat the basket down in front of the dresser.

“She’s not kidding,” Dylan said, “I probably do have at least two hundred!”

“Meaning you each get a hundred diapers each!” Karen said, holding up the basket, “Ethan first!”

Her mom chuckled and shook her head, “Honey, as much as they love their diapers, I think a hundred would be way too many,” she said. “Although it is time for your changes! Hop on up on the table and we’ll change you!”

“Who’s gonna change who?” Dylan asked as he got up and walked to the table.

“I’m changing Ethan!” Karen sang. She seemed to be very happy.

I quickly froze, “What? No!” I complained.

“Ee-thaan,” Karen whined, “come on, I wanna change you! I know about your boy parts and what they do!” she said. I had to admit, she was pretty smart for a nine-year-old.

“But… You’re a girl!” I said.

“So I guess that means you’re not getting changed,” Mrs. Aadams said, tugging on my plastic pants playfully.

I sighed and nodded, resigning to letting Karen change me. I climbed up onto the changing table and lay down next to Dylan. It was a pretty big table, so it fit both of us just fine. Karen removed my plastic pants and undid my pins as Mrs. Aadams did the same with Dylan. As Karen removed the last diaper on me she commented on my poop.

“You got the runny poops! You’re such a mess!” she said.

I nodded and blushed a bit, “I think I have a little diarrhea.”

“Don’t worry,” she said as she took an old rag and began wiping, “I like changing diapers, even the messy part of it. We’ll have to diaper you extra, though!” she said.

“Ooh, Mommy! Can we have a super-diapering?” Dylan asked, his penis becoming even erect-er, and was now pointing straight upwards. His mom nodded.

“A super-diapering?” I asked.

“You’ll see!” Dylan said, grinning.

Karen and Dylan’s mom finished wiping us, then sprinkled on the powder and rubbed it in. I blushed a bit as I noticed that my penis was erect, even with Karen changing me! She just ignored it as if it was normal, and it probably was from her changing Dylan so much. She did make sure to give me as much attention as her mom did, however. Next, they reached down into the baskets and pulled out a huge stack of diapers, and two plastic pants for each of us!

“Whoa! How many diapers is that?” I asked as Karen folded the first one and started pinning it on me as her mom started on Dylan. I felt my penis become probably as erect as possible as I thought of wearing so many diapers.

“Ten!” Karen said, “You get ten diapers each, plus two pairs of plastic pants!”

I felt my erection poking up through the diapers that Karen was pinning on me. She also used a lot of pins in each side for good measures, probably at least twenty! It took them both at least twenty minutes to diaper us, but they finally finished.

“There! You’re diapered!” Karen said as she patted my butt when I got off the changing table. As I saw her and Dylan standing next to each other I couldn’t help but notice the big contrast between his diapers and her jeans. Dylan’s diapers were so thick around his butt, not to mention that they were so white! You’d need to be blind to miss them! They came all the way up to his chest in the front, and about level to that in the back, just like mine did, and the butt had to at least be three feet wide on estimate! Karen’s jeans, however, looked really right, and you could see the creases in her butt-line; she obviously wasn’t diapered. Her jeans, like most pants, only came up to her waistline, and her more than likely spotless panties were completely covered up. Unlike Dylan and me, she had a choice on whether or not to expose her underwear to the world and its inhabitants! Thinking about this made my erection return, and I began rubbing the front of my diapers to message it. As I put my hand on my diapers, I could feel just how thick they were! I pressed down on my front and I could just barely feel the cloth inside of my diapers press up against me, ever-so-slightly rubbing on my erection. I was so out of it that I didn’t even notice Dylan talking to me.

“Ethan? Ethan??” he called.

“Huh? Oh! Uhh, wh-what?” I stuttered, blushing as I removed my hand from my diapers.

“What were you doing?” Dylan asked with a slight smirk.

“Uhh, n-nothing! I wasn’t doing anything! J-just standing here!” I replied, feeling afraid Dylan knew what I was doing.

“Ah, I see,” he replied, “I do ‘nothing’ sometimes, too,” he said, nodding.

I just nodded. I suddenly realized I had just wet my diapers without meaning to, probably from embarrassment. Luckily I was in diapers!

“What do you wanna do now?” Dylan asked after a moment. “Oh! I know!” he suddenly said before I could reply, “wanna see something?”

“Sure,” I said, not really sure what to expect by now.

Dylan walked over to his book shelves and took out a huge binder that was overfilled with papers! I curiously looked at the binder as the side of it read ‘stories’ and I wondered what kind of stories were in there.

“What are those?” I asked as Dylan opened the binder. The title of the first story caught my attention as it read ‘A Tale of Boys and Diapers’.

“Diaper stories!” Dylan replied, “Wanna read?”

“Diaper stories? You write stories on diapers?” I asked as I skimmed over the first page and saw that it was indeed a story on diapers.

“Well yes, I do, but these aren’t mine. I printed these off of the Internet; other boys wrote them,” he mentioned.

I just nodded. Dylan and I got up on the bed and he laid the binder out in front of us and we lay down on our stomachs and started to read. Buster also jumped up on the bed and curled up between us, purring as we petted him. As we read, I couldn’t help but glance over at Dylan’s butt every now and then. It was so big with the ten diapers, plus two plastic pants, around it! I felt my erection attempt to push up through the cloth of my diapers, although it had little room to move because of the way I was laying down. I decided to sit up so that it would have at least some extra room to itself. As I moved I realized that I needed to pee, so I did. I smiled to myself, and as I read the story and thought about how I was free to pee and poop where ever I wanted while I was in diapers. It made me sad to know that this would be my last full day in diapers, as my parents would be coming back the next day, and I would have to go back to wearing regular briefs, at least in the daytime.

About halfway through the story I felt my bowels working to produce another load of shit, and coincidentally it was right when I was reading about a group of diapered boys all shitting their diapers together. I lay back on my back and spread my legs out with my hands over my crotch, just as Dylan had done that morning. He glanced over at me for a moment and asked me what I was doing.

“I gotta poop,” I said plainly as I felt the runny poop charging out of my butt and into my diapers. My poop was still pretty watery and loose, so I knew I still had diarrhea.

“Ugh… I still have the shits,” I commented as I winced from the feeling of my runny, mushy poop once I sat back up.

“Be glad that you’re in diapers,” Dylan said, “it must suck for people to have to deal with diarrhea out of diapers since they’re constantly running to the toilet. As for me, diarrhea doesn’t mean much, just that I poop my diapers more and it’s usually runnier, and Karen usually diapers me up like she did today.”

“Sometimes when I get diarrhea I wear about eight pairs of my underwear just in case I don’t make it,” I mentioned.

“I talk to some people on the Internet who do that, or did that before they got diapers. In fact, one of Karen’s friends has a brother that wears his underwear like that, too,”

“Really? Does he use his underwear, too? I don’t do that in my underwear a lot, since even when I have the shits my mom wants me to at least try to use the toilet,”

“Oh yeah! He pees in it, too, and he wears a pair of plastic pants over his underwear for that reason! Boy, does he wear a lot of underwear, too! I think the last time I saw him he was wearing like two dozen pairs, plus plastic pants! And you think wearing ten diapers is much!”

“Wow! So he wears twenty-four pairs of underwear at once?”

“Yep, about that many. I think his name’s Anthony; maybe you can meet him someday or something. I think he’s around our age,”

I nodded, hoping to someday meet this boy. I felt my erection return underneath my wet, and now poopy, cloth diapers, and I began to stroke the front of my diapers as Dylan and I continued to read the story together. We also spent the rest of the afternoon reading diaper stories and pissing and shitting in our diapers, the latter of which I was still doing pretty frequently. Soon the afternoon turned into night, and I noticed that it was getting darker outside as I looked through the windows of Dylan’s bedroom a few times.