1980's anime cartoon "The Adventures of the Little Koala and friends" 
Walter gets hurt while being Walter, and his father's instincts take 
over. A must read for fans of the series!

Revisions to story:

New, realistic moral to the story
New and extended diaperings
Warmer feeling, more unique to the series
Fixed "Bill" problem (I thought Horsie was named Bill for the longest 
time)

story:

The little Koala & friends was:

	An anime show that used to appear on Nick when we were all 
younger. Some watched it, I know I did. It was the one of the best 
children's animated series in the world! The characters were very 
realistic and had a lot of depth. The stories taught lessons, and at 
the same time they were a lot of fun (Never boring)
	This story's concept has nothing to do with the concept of the 
original show. The only things that are similar are people, and places. 
This was never an episode, and they never aired an episode like this 
(In Japan or America).

This story is:

	I was going through my old tapes, and came by 7 priceless tapes 
(I got the Japanese versions of these tapes for my birthday from one of 
my friends who's got a big hook-up) that contained a total of 6-8 
episodes a piece I watched them, and realized "Jesus, this show has 
depth to it's characters!" I looked at all the characters, and decided 
that one character has an emotional problem that I could make a 
possible DL story out of. If you've seen the series, and remember the 
character, his name is Walter. Walter has emotional issues, he's tough 
on the outside, and very soft on the inside. He tries to look big, and 
tough to everyone around him, and it tears him up inside.
	Finally, for the sake of respect for the original creators of the 
series: I take no credit for any of characters, or even coming up with 
any places, personalities, or things. You did it all yourselves, you 
merely gave me inspiration, I repeat myself, I created no character, 
place or thing, I merely expanded the series with additional story(s).
(I repeat myself) This story only shares the same characters, things, 
and places with the series. In no way were the events in the children's 
series anything like this.

Age limit/information about:

	This story is made for audiences of almost all ages. I'd 
recommend it for slightly Mature audiences (That have a concept of DL), 
but it can be read by younger people. This is based on a cartoon that 
appeared on Nick Jr. way back, so it's naturally aimed for younger 
people (Despite minor adult situations), but I honestly feel the older 
audiences (Of around 16-21) will enjoy it more.
	There are no human characters in this story. Each character is a 
particular animal, that somehow personifies something about them (IE 
Walter is a Kangaroo who likes boomerangs, and speaks with the 
slightest hint of an accent in the Japanese version) The characters, 
however act very human. The only differences are in what animal they 
are. I will try to minimize going into great depth, describing a 
characters animal-esque body (I will try not to go into too much about 
characters' fur, ears, tail, etc.). I spent quite some time writing 
this, so: Enjoy.

Characters (Names, visual descriptions, personality):

Note:

	Not all characters listed here will be included in this story 
(Just characters I plan on using in DL stories). The reason I've listed 
so many characters names is because I'm planning on writing another 
story, and in case any of you think you've heard of "The little Koala 
and friends", character names may help bring back some of these 
memories.

1. Walter
What he looks like: A fat, yellowish-peach Kangaroo who loves 
boomerangs and carries one around with him. Wears a yellow hat and 
overall-shorts, with a pocket in the front, and no shirt.
Personality: Tough on the outside, soft on the inside. Has minor 
security problems, and is constantly misunderstood as a trouble maker. 
Somewhat slow, and somewhat brutish at times, but has a heart. A show 
off when it comes to his boomerangs.

2. Colt
What he looks like: Walter's younger brother. A short, somewhat younger 
Kangaroo, who wears a red baseball cap and overalls, just like Walter's 
(Except his overalls are baggy pants).
Personality: Gives Walter helpful advice that most of the time gets put 
to some good, but sometimes can be misleading, or get Walter into 
trouble. Very intelligent.

3. Horsie
What he looks like: Walter's older (Or same age) brother. Considerably 
taller than Walter, and much thinner. Wears a blue base ball cap, and 
overalls (Pants), just like Walter's.
Personality: Has bits of both Walter and Colt in him. Usually backs up 
Colt if he thinks he's giving good advice, sort of there as a comic 
relief, but at the same time the story would not be complete without 
him.

5. Walter Colt & Horsie's Father
What he looks like: Older Kangaroo, who takes care of his boys. 
Clothing varies, no particular style, but it is usually work-related 
clothes.
Personality: Tough guy, that has a heart. Average laborer father, wants 
what's best for his boys, raises them to be tough and grateful for what 
they have. (I don't know if they have a mother, so I only put a father. 
Not much is known about him throughout the series, but from what's 
shown, I can conclude with what I've written that it's at least 90% 
accurate to his personality)

6. Roo-bear
What he looks like: A young (About Walter's age), blue Koala bear, who 
wears red overalls.
Personality: He usually is the main character in the stories, but for 
this one he plays a minor character. He's very helpful, and looks for 
the good in everybody.

7. Laura-
What she looks like: Roo-bear's sister (Of the same age). She's sort of 
a pinkish-redish color, and wears a pink skirt, and a short sleeve 
shirt with a red (Sometimes yellow) tint to it.
Personality: Similar to Roo-Bear's but more optimistic, and outgoing. 
Where Roo-bear has faults, she has perfection's; where she has faults, 
Roo-bear has perfection's.

8. Roo-bear & Laura's mother
What she looks like: Wears different clothes each episode. Usually 
wears a dress. Has a pink tint to her fur.
Personality: Honest, and loving. Loves to cook, and create. Very 
grateful for her children. Can fly a single engine-plane like a bitch.

9. Roo-bear & Laura's father
What he looks like: Usually wears a 1970 style "intellectual" clothes. 
Is brown in color, and can usually be found smoking something from a 
pipe (With some of the things he says, if you ask me, it's probably 
something along the lines of pot)
Personality: Helpful, and loving. Loves to make things, and spent time 
with Roo-bear and Laura.

10. Weather
What he looks like: A yellow cat, who always wears overly exaggerated 
winter clothing that hides most of his body and face. Usually carries 
around an umbrella that he can predict the weather with.
Personality: Optimistic and spiritual, yet realistically down to earth, 
and not insulting.

11. Mingle
What he looks like: Mingle is a small brown flying squirrel, whom wears 
a blue wind-breaker coat.
Personality: Weather's best friend, hangs out with him a lot. Has an 
open mind, and is brave at times, but allows fear to cloud his judgment 
when things get bad.

12. Floppy
What he looks like: A white rabbit, who wears a pair of head phones, 
and dresses cool/nerdy. He wears baggy blue jeans, and sometimes is 
shown wearing a green sleeveless shirt or some other type of Tank-top.
Personality: Loves to make high-tech things, and show them off. Roo-
bear's best friend.

13. Betty
What she looks like: A brown bear, who wears a red dress. About the 
same age as Roo-bear
Personality: Similar to Roo-bear's, she's very honest, and trustworthy. 
Both Walter, and Roo-bear like her; but she's Roo-bear's girl friend.


Title of story: A few diapers for Walter
Author: PS (A.K.A. SS)

Chapter 1: Walter's problem.

	Hi, my name is Walter! I live with my father, and two brothers in 
a big house. Together, my brothers and I love to make things. We each 
made our own special toy! I've got a boomerang, it's the best in the 
world! My little brother Colt's got a sling shot, which he really 
likes. And Horsie made a bow and arrow, which he can shoot straight. 
Together we go on adventures, and have fun.
	Right now, we're on our way to play with Roo-bear. I want to show 
him my boomerang, but first he plans on playing soccer with us. It's a 
lot of fun, playing soccer, sometimes Weather watches us. Well, we're 
on our way!
	We're almost there! I'm so excited that I have to pee. I want to 
stop, and go to the bathroom; but I'm too excited. Besides, I can hold 
it, I don't have to go that badly, yet.
	Well, we're there now. I can see Roo-bear, he's waving to us!
	"I'm happy you made it!" he yells in excitement. "Let's start 
playing, everyone is here!"
	With a kick of a ball, we all begin to play. It's a lot of fun, 
and I don't have to go pee nearly as badly, anymore. Weather watches 
with Mingle, just having him here is just fabulous. We're all together, 
this is great!
	The game goes on for a long time, and Roo-bears team wins.
When done with the game, I want to show Roo-bear my new boomerang. I 
just made it out of oak, it's really strong! I have to pee really, 
really badly, I guess I'll go after I show it to him. I wind up, and 
send it through the air. It whizzes a good distance. I turn to Roo-bear 
for a second.
	"Real neat, huh?"
	"Yeah, Walter. I think it's neat."
	"I think it's the best in the world!"
	"Walter, I think you'd better turn around.", Roo-bear says, 
pointing behind me. "It's coming back fast!"
	I turn around, and I don't have any time to catch, or dodge it. 
The Boomerang came back way too fast, it's because it's so heavy. It 
hits me right between my legs, right on my private parts. It hurts so 
much! .Strange, it doesn't hurt my private parts as much as it hurts 
the inside of my body. Almost immediately, I fall to the ground, with 
my legs pressed together, and my hands and tail pressing against that 
place, trying to make it hurt less. Everybody gathers around me, asking 
my if I'm okay. I can't answer them, I can't even think! After a good 
three minutes, which seem like forever, the pain goes down enough for 
me to get up. I take my hands, legs, and tail away from that place, and 
reach out to Colt and Horsie. They help me up.
	"Walter, are you okay?", Roo-bear asks me.
	It's not his fault that I just got hurt, in fact he tried to help 
me.
	"I'm okay, Roo-bear." I say, looking down between my legs.
	I notice something while looking down there. Between my legs, 
where I got hit with the boomerang, my overalls feel very damp and look 
quite wet! I don't have to pee anymore. I hope getting hit by my 
boomerang didn't make me. Laura approaches me before I can finish 
thinking.
	"Walter, I think you'd better get home, if you don't want to get 
made fun of." she says. "I think you may have peed in your pants. If 
you did, you should go home and change."
	I look up at her, and nod.
	"Colt, Horsie!" I shout looking around.
	"Yeah, Walter?" says Colt.
	"We'd better go home." I say, turning my back to Roo-bear and 
Floppy. "I peed my pants."
	Colt looks at Horsie, Horsie looks at Colt. Then they both stare 
at my pants and let out a little snicker.
	"Walter went pee-pee in his pants. We gotta go home, and change 
his diapers."
	"That's not funny guys! It could happen to anybody!" I snap. 
"We'd best get home."
	"Sure Walter." says Horsie.
	"We'll go home." says Colt. "I'll tell everyone we've got to be 
leaving."
	Colt goes up to Roo-bear, says something, comes back to me and 
Horsie, and gives us the thumbs up sign. We head on our way home. When 
out of ear-shot, we start talking about it.
	"So Walter." says Colt. "Why did you pee-pee in your pants?"
	I look at him.
	"I did it because my Boomerang came back too fast, and hit me 
between my legs. I just couldn't hold it anymore."
	"But Walter." says Horsie. "Colt's seven years old, you're ten. 
Colt hasn't peed his pants since he was four years old! Why did you 
just now?"
	I stop walking.
	"I was too excited to go, I wanted to show Roo-bear my new 
boomerang. After that, I'd have gone."
	"Oh." says Horsie and Colt at the same time. "You would have made 
it."
	"But I didn't, it could have happened to anyone."
	"True." they both say, again at the same time.
	We get home. I can tell Daddy's home, because I can see a light 
on through the window. I guess I'll just tell him what happened. 
Together we go in, to find Daddy sitting at the table, reading a 
magazine. He glances up at us.
	"Hi, boys." he mumbles.
	"Hello, Father." Colt says.
	"Hi, Daddy." says Horsie.
	I put my hands and tail between my legs, and approach my father. 
He always said that if any of us have got a problem, we should come to 
him. Well, I have a problem.
	"Daddy, can I talk to you?" I ask.
	He puts down the magazine.
	"What do you need, Walter?" he asks, looking interested.
	"I had a bit of an accident, while playing with my friends."
	"What kind of accident?"
	I remove my hands, and tail from covering between my legs.
	"I peed in my pants. It was an accident, I meant to hold it."
	"Can happen to anybody." he says, smiling. "You haven't done that 
for quite sometime, though, Walter. What caused your accident?"
	"I got hit between the legs with my new Boomerang when it was 
coming back to me while I was showing it to Roo-bear."
	"That had to hurt."
	"It did."
	He picks the magazine up again.
	"Go change your pants, Walter. Put those in the wash."
	Without another word, I go in me and my brothers room, and look 
through my personal dresser. I get another pair of pants and underpants 
that are my size, and throw the old pairs in the Hamper. I go back into 
the living room, and see my brothers.
	"So what do you want to do now?" I ask them.
	"Let's go back outside." says Horsie.
	"I feel like shooting my sling-shot." says Colt.
	Good, I don't feel like going back to play soccer today. I know 
they're gonna ask me to throw my boomerang, and I don't want to get it 
between the legs again, it really hurts!
	Together, me and my brothers go into our room. Horsie gets his 
bow and arrow, Colt gets his sling-shot, and I get my special red 
boomerang. We go outside, to where we set up old cans and pop-bottles 
on the stump of an old tree. We're gonna target practice.
	I throw my boomerang, and Colt shoots his sling shot at some 
bottles, smashing them to pieces. Horsie knocks the cans off of the 
stump with his bow and arrow. We spend a long time doing this, until 
the sun is almost set.
	When we're done with the target practice, we go into the house. 
We each get a bottle of pop from the refrigerator, and enjoy it with 
dinner. We're having Steak and parsley for dinner, I really like it! 
After dinner, we watch a scary movie, play some Video games, then it's 
time for bed.
	I sleep very nicely tonight. I like sleeping, your own private 
dreams, all to yourself. It's very interesting.
	I awake the next morning to a very unpleasant surprise. I notice 
right off the bat that I'm both cold and wet. My sheets are all wet, 
too. There's only one thing that could have happened, I must have peed 
in my sleep, Daddy won't be very happy! I can't remember the last time 
I had an accident when I was sleeping, I must have been so young. Well, 
all I can say for myself is I'm happy we're in a three story bunk bed, 
and my brothers are above me, because if they woke up in the same bed 
as me, they wouldn't be happy. I get up slowly, and look up at my 
brothers. They're still asleep, that's good!. I walk out to the living 
room, my feet make squishing sounds because last night we decided to 
sleep in sleepers with feet, and my pee has no where to go but down. 
It's really gross feeling!
	I walk into my Daddy's room. He has to get up really early, he's 
probably reading, or something. I go completely into his room, and see 
that he is reading.
	"Uh, Daddy?" I say approaching him.
	He stops reading and looks up at me.
	"What?"
	"I did it again." I say pointing between the legs of my sleeper. 
"This time I went in my sleep."
	He looks between my legs, then looks up at me.
	"This has me concerned. I'm gonna take today off, I'm gonna take 
you to the doctors later. As for you, change into some new clothes."
	At least I get to spend some time with my Dad.
	I go back into my room, and change my clothes. I then make sure 
to put the damp sleeper in the bottom of the Hamper.
	My brothers soon wake up, they're all happy Daddy's gonna stay 
home today. They get dressed, Daddy makes an appointment for later, and 
my brothers and me play outside making a tree fort in the back yard.
	While building the tree fort, we all get thirsty. Horsie and I 
send Colt in to get some pop. He comes out with three bottles, and we 
drink them down.
	When we're about to go to the doctors, we finish for now. I turn 
to Colt to tell him what a good job he did on the floor, but he notices 
something I didn't.
	"You did a very good job laying the floor out for our new tree 
fort, Colt." I say, patting him on the back.
	"Walter, you'd best go in and change before we go to the 
doctors." he says, pointing down between my legs. "You've spilt pop on 
yourself, don't want Daddy thinking you've peed your pants, again."
	Hey, I don't remember spilling pop on myself. I look down between 
my legs, and see a very small wet spot right under the center pocket of 
my overalls, and I do notice I feel a little damp.
	"Colt, I think I did it, again." I say. "I think I went pee-pee 
in my pants."
	"Daddy won't be too thrilled." says Horsie.
	"Hey Walter." says Colt. "Is this why we're going to the 
doctors?"
	I turn to him and nod. I know that my brothers won't make fun of 
me if they know I'm hurt.
	"That's too bad. I hope in the end you don't need to wear 
diapers, Walter."
	"Diapers!?! ME?!? I'm a big-boy, I don't know about you, Colt, 
but big-boys' usually don't wear diapers!"
	"And big-boys' usually don't wet their pants." Horsie chimes in.
	I'm made a little too angry by that last one, so we just go 
inside. We show Daddy the accident, and he says that "We don't have 
time to change, Walter. It's small enough to let dry." and he tells me 
to go to the bathroom. I make myself go pee, it makes my back and Tummy 
ache a little. When I'm done, we leave.

Chapter 2: What the doctor has to say.

	When at the doctors, when it's my turn, me and Daddy go into the 
office, without Horsie, or Colt. We see the doctor, and he asks us what 
he can do for us. Daddy turns to me, and tells me to tell the doctor 
what's wrong with me.
	"Well, Doctor." I say uncomfortably. "Yesterday, I was showing my 
friends the new Boomerang that I made, and when I threw it up, it came 
back so fast that I did not have enough time to catch it, and it hit me 
right between my legs. Since then I've been wetting my pants 
uncontrollably, I don't even feel that I need to go. Is there anything 
you can do for me?"
	The doctor approaches me, and looks my stomach over. He puts a 
little pressure right above the place I got hit, and it makes it hurt a 
lot. When he pulls his hand away, I feel a little damp; I think I might 
have peed in my underwear. He makes a "hum." noise when I yell in pain, 
and he sees what happened. Right after, he walks into the corner with 
my Daddy, and they talk about something. I hear my Daddy say "That's an 
okay idea, I guess. It's not wonderful, but it'll work." The doctor 
comes back to me, and continues to ask me questions.
	"Tell me, Walter. When the Boomerang hit you, did you have to go 
to the bathroom?"
	"I had to pee really badly. I was going to take a break right 
after the I showed it to him, but it hit me before I got a chance, and 
I peed in my pants right there."
	The doctor writes something down on his clip board.
	"Okay, Walter. My theory checks out. What happened is you hurt 
the this thing called your bladder, it's balloon inside of you, between 
your legs that holds the pee-pee. It appears to be swollen, and partly 
collapsed. It's not serious enough for surgery, it'll heal itself. 
It'll take a while to heal itself, so the bad news is that you might 
not be able to hold it again for quite some time. I'm talking months! 
Well, if you're lucky, it'll heal up quicker. To test my theory, 
instead of treating it right here, you're gonna be given one more 
chance to make it."
	"What if I don't make it?"
	Father steps in.
	"Then I'll have to pull some drastic measures out of my bag of 
tricks. I know you won't like what I'll have to do, I don't want to 
have to do it."
	"What'll you have to do if I pee in my pants, again?"
	"It's better that you be surprised if you don't make it, then me 
tell you, and have you carry on in the office. Just do your best to try 
to make it, okay?"
	"Okay, Daddy."
	We leave the doctors office, and go home. Colt and Horsie ask me 
and Daddy about how my visit went, and Daddy says "It went just fine." 
They stop asking questions about it, and we go home.
	While at home, I have some lunch. We're having P.B.J's, without 
the crust. One of my favorites! I check my pants once and a while, to 
make sure that I haven't peed them. I really don't want to find out 
what'll happen if I pee in them, again. When done with lunch, we 
continue work on the tree fort, again. We build it up tall and strong! 
While we're working, Daddy leaves the house in his pick-up, and comes 
back a little while later. We're done with the floors, and are working 
on walls! We build the walls up tall, they require a lot of 
concentration. It takes a long time to build the wall, I'd say two 
hours at least!
	"Hold on, a second." says Colt, suddenly. "I gotta go pee-pee. " 
he runs into the house.
	Oh, great! I forgot to check my pants. I slowly look down at my 
pants, and find that they've got a small, quarter-sized wet spot on 
them. I notice that I do actually have to pee, and I also notice that 
the wet spot is very slowly growing. I hope Colt gets done in there so 
I can go. I'll do my best to hold it. When I try to hold it, it starts 
hurting, a lot. It doesn't hurt my privates, like I thought it might, 
instead, it hurts my back, and my lower tummy. The pain turns my 
quarter-sized wet spot, into a fist-sized wet spot. I can't hold it at 
all! I just stand there and let myself go pee-pee in my pants, trying 
to make it all run out of my pants leg. Since I'm wearing overall 
shorts it works, okay, I guess, but I still wet them real good. Colt 
soon comes out, and very calmly I excuse myself to go into the house, 
saying I have to go to the bathroom, and they continue working on the 
tree fort, without me for now.
	"Daddy!" I exclaim, when I shut the door. He's sitting at the 
table. "Daddy, I went pee-pee in my pants; I didn't make it."
	"The doctor didn't think that you would." he says, getting up. 
"Come with me."
	We go his room. He gets a small paper bag. Then we go into me and 
my brothers' room.
	"Take off your wet clothes, but don't change into new ones yet." 
he says, setting the bag down next to the bed.
	I take off everything but my lucky hat. I set my wet clothes in 
the hamper.
	Naked, I turn to my father, and ask "Now what?"
	He motions to the bed, and says "I really hate to do this to you. 
Lie down on your bed, so your legs are facing me."
	I lie down on the bed, and make sure I'm facing him. I think I 
might know what he's gonna do, but I can't be sure. I think he's gonna 
give me some kind of medicine that really hurts.
	"Is this what you wanted, Daddy?"
	He turns to me, bag in hand. "Yeah." he clears his throat. "What 
I'm about to do to you, you won't be thrilled about." he reaches into 
the bag. "Remember, I'm doing this for your own good." On those words, 
he pulls out a Walter-sized disposable diaper, the kind that have those 
sides that open and close with tapes, like the babies wear. He starts 
to approach me with it.
	"Daddy!" I exclaim, trying to back away. "Diapers are for babies, 
I'm a big-boy!"
	"I know you're a big-boy, Walter. If it were up to me, I wouldn't 
do this, but it was the best idea the doctor came up with." he shows it 
to me. "It's really not very bulky, so it won't feel that much 
different from underwear." he opens it. "If I haven't mentioned, it's 
made for big-boys, just like you. They're called 'Attends', does that 
sound like a baby name to you?" I don't answer, so Daddy continues 
talking. ".Not everyone can hold their pee, Walter. Don't worry, you'll 
get it back in a few months."
	He starts to put it on me.
	"I don't want to wear it!" I say, pushing it away. "I'd rather 
wet my pants."
	"Now, Walter." he says, clearing his throat. "You can't be doing 
that, it's bad for your hygiene. I can tell you're upset, so I'll cut 
you a deal. I can put this on, or you can. It's up to you."
	"Do I have to wear it?"
	"Yes, you do, Walter. I'm sorry."
	"Then you should go ahead and put it on me, cause I don't want 
to!"
	"Very well." he says, slipping my tail its tail hole. "I know you 
don't want to." He's right, I don't. With those words of his, he starts 
to pull it up. He pulls it almost all the way up. I have to lift my 
bum, so he can get it up there. After that, he unfolds the sides of the 
diaper, takes the two tapes out, puts the two sizes of the diaper 
together, and tapes it up. "I haven't had to do this for almost five 
years!" he says. "You're gonna do it from now on. If I keep it up, I'll 
probably put all of you back into diapers!" he looks down at the 
diaper. "Finished."
	I get up, and look at the diaper. He's right to say that'll 
notice that it's there, I feel a little pressure between my legs, and 
along my waist. It's not an uncomfortable pressure, in fact it's kind 
of soft and quite comfy. I like the way it looks, and feels between my 
legs. It doesn't feel all that different from underwear, but in the 
ways it does, it's feels kind of nice. I think I've been waiting my 
entire life to wear them again! I look up at him.
	"I like it." I say, putting my hand on the tapes, and rubbing the 
side and front of the diaper. "It's sooo soft."
	He smiles.
	"Well, I'm happy you like it, I didn't think I'd be able to get 
it on you, knowing how tough you are." he goes into the bag. "I got a 
few things more for you." he pulls out a pair of yellow Boxer shorts. 
"Wear these from now on. They'll cut down on the noise it makes, and 
make it look like you're not wearing them. I got more for your 
brothers, so they won't wonder why you get to wear them, and they 
don't." he gives me a pair.
	"You're not gonna tell Colt, and Horsie?" I ask, putting on my 
new boxer shorts.
	"Why?" he asks. "Wouldn't that embarrass you?"
	"But I thought I was being punished?"
	"Why should you be punished for behavior that's out of your 
control? I'm merely taking care of a minor problem. Now, if you wet 
your pants on purpose, then I'd put you in diapers as punishment, but 
you really can't help it, so this is the best solution."
	"Thanks, Dad."
	He reaches into the paper bag, and pulls out a small nap-sack.
	"Here." he says, throwing it to me. "I also got each on you one 
of these to carry around. You should put three extra diapers in here, 
anytime you go somewhere. It's also big enough to hold at least one of 
your boomerangs."
	"Thanks, Daddy." I say, looking inside of it.
	"Now, go put on some new overalls. I'll put the diapers in your 
personal dresser."
	I hug my Father, thank him, and go into my dresser, to get some 
new overalls. I put them on, and leave my room. I go right into the 
bathroom, where I look in the mirror. I bet no one will be able to tell 
that I'm back in diapers. It's pretty hard to tell just by looking, and 
I don't hear any funny noises when I walk, I put my hand between my 
legs, and squeeze the diaper. It makes a small crinkling noise, the 
only sign that I'm actually wearing one.
	After I spend a few minutes looking at myself, I go back outside, 
to be with my brothers.
	"What kept you?" asks Colt.
	"I stopped to talk to Daddy." I say. "He needed to say something 
to me."
	"What's that?" asks Horsie. "What did he tell you?"
	"Nothing, Horsie. Nothing at all."

Chapter: 3 Time with change

	All day, I walk around in the Diaper. After about an hour I 
hardly noticed I was wearing it, but I still kept note of how much I 
like wearing it. Keeping it a secret wasn't a problem, because we just 
worked on the tree fort all day. It's tomorrow that we have to go out, 
Colt wants to see Roo-bear. . I haven't changed myself all day!.I just 
don't feel wet..Maybe I will later..Right now, it's night time for 
dinner. We're having steaks, just like last night. At the end of 
dinner, Daddy starts talking to me.
	"Hey Walter, have any accidents lately?" he asks, winking twice. 
I know he wants me to lie.
	"No Daddy, I haven't wet my pants for a while."
	"Let me see." he says, motioning for me to get up. I get up, and 
he looks me over. "Walter, go check your underwear, you never know..Be 
sure to bring an extra pair, just in case." he winks again. "Colt, 
Horsie..Stay at the table while Walter checks himself; I want to hear 
about your day."
	I know what he wants me to do. He wants me to change my 
diapers..It's my first time, I wonder how I'll do.
	I push my chair into the table.
	"I'm gonna go change .I mean check myself now, okay?"
	Daddy nods.
	I leave the kitchen/dining room, and go right into my room. I go 
into my dresser, to discover what my father has done to my laundry. 
He's divided half of my underwear into Yellow boxer shorts (My favorite 
color, if I haven't mentioned it. It's the same as my hat!).and under 
those boxer shorts rests about twenty of those diapers baby style 
diapers (At least they don't have silly looking cartoon animals on 
them). I get one out from there, and close it up. I put it into the 
front pocket of my overalls, and leave my room. I go past my family, 
talking at the table, into the bathroom. I don't know why, but I know 
what to do. I close the door, set the diaper on the top of the toilet, 
and undo the buttons to my overalls, dropping them to the ground. I 
drop my boxers, and look down at the diaper. It's damp, I can tell just 
by looking at it. I open the left tape. That wasn't too hard. I open 
the right tape, and it falls to the floor. The inside is all yellow, 
and wet. I've peed in my diaper, and I did not even know it the whole 
time! I take the new one off of the toilet, and slip my tail through 
the tail hole. I pull it up, sit down on the toilet, pull out the 
sides, undo the tapes, and tape the two sides together.. I just 
diapered myself! I get up, and look down at the diaper. It's on 
perfectly, I can do it all by myself! I walk over to, and look in the 
mirror. I look at my diapered mid-section. The diaper looks so perfect. 
I touch the front of it. It's so soft, I've never felt anything like 
it! I go back, and put on my clothes. I throw the damp one in the trash 
can, making sure to cover it up good.
	I walk back into the dining room, and sit down.
	"So." Daddy says. "Are you dry?"
	I look down at my pants, trying to see my diaper through my 
clothes. I can almost make out that I have something a little bulgy on 
underneath my overalls.
	"Dry as a bone, Father."
	"Good." he says, roughly, yet playfully running his fingers by my 
ears, and through the hair on my head. He then turns to my brothers (Me 
included), and asks "Who wants desert?"
	I turn to my brothers, and we all say at the same time "I do!"
	We have Sundaes this time. I've always liked Sundaes, especially 
the topping!
	After desert, we watch a short movie, and go to bed. This time, 
we sleep in just sweats (A top and bottom), instead of sleepers (I tell 
them I'd wet mine and they understand) Before settling down, Daddy 
shows us the new stuff he got us. My brothers are puzzled as to why 
he'd just go out and start getting us stuff, but they accept it anyway. 
Before going to bed, I make sure I have a dry diaper on. Oh yeah, if I 
haven't mentioned, Daddy went and got me a new mattress.
	I wake up the next morning feeling dry as a bone. I get up, and 
out of bed. I look at the bunk above me. Colt's still here, but Horsie 
is gone somewhere. I can faintly hear the TV, maybe he's watching 
something. I quickly walk over to my dresser and get some clothes. I 
pull out another pair of overalls, boxers, and a new diaper. Before I 
close the dresser, I set my clothes on the floor, and start towards my 
closet to get some shoes. But I'm stopped by the voice of Colt.
	"Hey, Walter," he says.
	I turn to see him. He's looking at the clothes I just laid out.. 
Stupid me, I left the diaper on top! I know he sees it, I can tell by 
his facial expression, but I'll play along like he doesn't.
	"Hey Walter, can I ask you something?", he asks.
	"What, Colt?"
	He points over to the clothes.
	"Is that a diaper?"
	Yep, he sees it. It's over, I might as well tell him the truth.
	"Yes it is, Colt."
	Everything goes silent, for a moment.
	He turns to me.
	"Is it for you to wear?"
	I nod.
	Everything goes silent, again. "Are you wearing one right now?" I 
pull down my sleeping pants, and boxers about two-three inches in the 
front revealing the top of the diaper. "I have to wear them, Colt." I 
say, pulling them up. "It's only for a few months. Don't tell Horsie!" 
"I won't tell anybody, Walter; but I will say this. Didn't I say 
yesterday that I hope in the end you don't need to be wearing diapers." 
I admit, I've eaten my words. "Yes, you did." I say, looking at the 
floor.
	"No need to be ashamed, Walter. I wore mine until almost three 
years old!" I look up at him. "Well, that's you!" I say, somewhat 
sharply. "I'm ten, ten years old! People my age aren't supposed to be 
wearing diapers." "You won't be in them forever."
	"I know, I know. That's besides the point! I feel humiliated by 
having to wear them. But at the same time, I do enjoy wearing them for 
some reason." "What's there to enjoy?" he asks. "They're comfortable. I 
like the way it feels pressing up against my tummy, and between my 
legs. I also like how soft they are. You don't know what you're 
missing."
	There's a slight pause, which Colt breaks.
	"I always wondered what it would be like to be in diapers again. 
I can't remember what they felt like, even with your description. I'll 
give you this, the ones you got on does look very comfortable."
	"What are you trying to say, Colt?"
	He clears his throat. "Tell me. Was it Daddy who made you start 
wearing them, again?"
	"Yeah. Why?"
	"Well, Walter. Since Daddy's getting them for you, I know a way 
to make you feel less alone."
	"How?" I look back up at him, a second time. This time with 
enthusiasm.
	"I'll ask him to get me some. I want to know what they feel like, 
all over again. I want to know the way it feels to get diapered, and to 
go to the bathroom in a diaper."
	"You can wear and use one of mine if you want, Colt." I say, 
walking over to my dresser, and pulling one out. I toss it to him. He 
looks at it.
	"Walter." he says, motioning for me.
	"Will you diaper me?" I don't know why, but I want to see what it 
feels like to diaper another person. Holding them down, and putting it 
between their legs, followed by sealing it up. There's something about 
the feeling of power that I like, a lot.
	"Sure." I say, approaching.
	"I'll diaper you, but I'm not sure it'll fit. Get in the bottom 
bunk." He drops to the lower bunk, diaper in hand. He turns to face me, 
and opens up his legs. When he's in position, I slide down his sleeping 
pants, and boxers. I then take the diaper from him. I look at it. It 
feels so soft, I know he'll enjoy it. With my left hand, I open it up, 
start to slide it under him, remembering to slip his tail through the 
hole. With my right hand, I raise his bum, and slide it completely into 
place. I then open up the two sides, open the tapes, and pull the sides 
together. I tape the tapes (I have to pull the diaper so tight that I'm 
taping the diaper itself, as opposed to the sides, because Colt is so 
small compared to me) I look at the finished product. The pad in the 
middle of the diaper looks so large that he will not be able to hide it 
under his clothes, but other than that, it looks almost perfectly fine.
	"You're now in diapers, Colt." I say, backing up. He gets up, and 
looks down at the diaper.
	"It's a little big, Walter." he says.
	"I'm not gonna keep it on."
	"Suit yourself." I say, stretching.
	"What do you think?" He looks up at me, and makes an
	"Ah." noise. His face is like that of one who just relieved 
themselves.
	"I just went pee-pee the diaper." he says, looking down at it.
	"I had that one in me all night." I look down at his diaper. 
First thing I notice is its front turning dark yellow in color.
	"I really like the way it feels, especially between my legs, and 
along my tummy. Now that it's warm and wet, it feels real nice." I 
stretch, and say
	"You're gonna throw that away, right, Colt?"
	"Oh yeah," he says, undoing both tapes of the diaper at the same 
time. It flops to the ground. He takes it to the waste paper basket in 
our room, and throws it in there.
	"So, Colt," he turns to me.
	"You still want to ask Daddy to buy you some diapers?"
	"Yeah!", he says, with enthusiasm.
	"I really liked the feeling. I want it all over again. I'm gonna 
ask him after breakfast, will you be around when I ask?"
	"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" I get dressed. Turns out if I 
hadn't been wearing a diaper last night I would have totally drenched 
the bed. These diapers can really hold it in, I'm very surprised by 
their capacity. I'm also equally surprised by how Colt was able to wet 
right through it like it was nothing! I guess it must have something to 
do with the fact that he flooded it, and for me it's a steady 
uncontrollable dribble. Together, we leave the room. We both find 
Horsie watching cartoons. We join him, and wait for Daddy to come out 
of his room. After he has his coffee, he gets us some oatmeal. Colt, 
and I eat it really quickly, Horsie takes his time. When we're done, we 
have a little conversation about our plans for the day.
	"So, Colt," says Horsie.
	"You ready to go see Roo-bear?"
	"Not for a while. I'd first like to spend a little time working 
on the tree fort."
	"Good idea."
	"Horsie, you go and get our materials. I'll meet you out there."
	"Okay." Horsie says, getting up.
	"I'll see you out there." He leaves the house, leaving Daddy, 
Colt, and me alone. Colt turns to Daddy.
	"Father, can I talk to you?" he asks. Daddy puts down his paper.
	"What?"
	"I found out something about Walter this morning."
	"What's that?"
	"I found out you're making him wear diapers."
	"So, you found out." he turns to me.
	"Did he make fun of you? If he did, I'll put him in diapers, so 
he'll know just how you feel." That would be so perfect for Colt, to be 
diapered, even if it's punishment, but I'm not gonna lie to my Father, 
that's wrong. So, I say
	"No, he didn't make fun of me." He turns back to Colt.
	"What do you want, then?"
	"I was thinking." he begins to say.
	"It's not fair that Walter gets to wear them, and I don't! I want 
to be in diapers, too! I do want to feel like Walter feels!" Daddy 
looks at him funny.
	"Excuse me? Did you just say you want me to put you in diapers?"
	"Yes, I did." Daddy's silent for a moment, thinking. When done 
thinking, he looks puzzled and asks:
	"What do you want to be in diapers for?"
	"To be as comfortable as Walter is, and to be able to go to the 
bathroom where ever, and when ever I want." Daddy laughs.
	"So be it. Tomorrow, you'll be in diapers, just like the ones 
Walter wears now. You're right, it's not fair for me to make one of you 
do something, and leave the rest of you out. You realize, once I put 
you in them, you've both given up your toilet privileges. I can tell 
you want to be in diapers, so I'll make it simple. If I catch you using 
the toilet, the diapers gone! Do you understand me, Colt?"
	"Yes, Father." says Colt. Daddy turns to me.
	"And you realize that, too?"
	"Yes, Father."
	"Walter, the consequences of going to the toilet for you are 
going to be a little different. If I catch you using the toilet, while 
you still can't hold your pee, for any reason except throwing up, 
you'll be wearing them until you're eighteen and in college. If you're 
all gonna be in diapers, it might as well be all equal."
	"I can live with that.", I think out loud.
	"Okay. Tomorrow, I'll have some diapers for you to wear.", he 
picks the paper back up.
	"Go and play." We go outside, and work on the tree fort for about 
an hour. When we're done with that, we go to the park, to see Roo-bear. 
I make sure to bring my diaper bag along, because I know I'll need it. 
Colt plays with Roo-bear, I play with Betty, showing off one of my new 
boomerangs. Throwing boomerangs makes me so happy, and showing them to 
my friends makes me just as happy; especially when I'm showing them to 
Betty. I really like her, I've wrote more than 70 letters to her, but 
never worked up the courage to mail them out. If only I could get the 
nerve! About an hour of being there, I decide it's best to change my 
diapers. I go into a portable-potty, and make sure to close the door 
tightly. When in there I open my diaper-bag, and take a fresh diaper 
out. After taking off my overalls, and boxers, I throw the soiled 
diaper down the hole. I sit down on the toilet, and start to put the 
diaper on. I'm just about put the two tapes together, when the door 
opens. Standing there is Betty. She stands there for a second, a blank 
look on her face. She looks at the diaper I'd just about taped between 
my legs, she looks at me. After a moment, she shuts the door. Betty 
just found out my secret! I don't know what to say. She saw me right in 
the middle of a diaper change! .I know Betty won't tell, because she is 
so nice; but at the same time I'm upset, because no one was supposed to 
find out, especially her! She'll treat me like a baby, I know it! Not 
only that, she'll also like me less because I'm not grown up enough for 
her. She'll say that I'm not even grown up enough to hold my own water! 
I can't have that! I quickly put on my boxers and overalls, making sure 
the diaper cannot be seen by anyone. I leave the john. She's still 
standing outside of the restroom, as if she's waiting for me. No one is 
around.
	"Walter.", she says.
	"I did not know you had that type of problem. I'm really sorry 
you do." I don't know what to say, I did not expect her to react so. so 
understandingly, I've got to say something!
	"Thanks for showing compassion." She looks down between my legs.
	"You really do a good job of hiding it. I can't even tell you're 
wearing one." she clears her throat.
	"Tell me, is that some type of punishment, or do you need it 
because for some type of medical reason?"
	"I got hurt a few days back, and I can't hold in my pee. I'll get 
it back in a little while."
	"It's a pity you got hurt, Walter." , she turns her back, and 
goes back to her friends.
	"Don't worry, the secret is safe with me.", she winks at me.
	"If you ask me, I think it's neat that you're so different from 
everyone else. Maybe someday if you let me, I'll change your diapers." 
She then walks off. Well, this makes me very happy! I'm happy that I 
have friends I can trust. not only that, that Betty still likes me! 
Maybe, just maybe I'll someday mail her those letters. The day goes on, 
and at night time, we go home. We have a normal dinner, we watch movies 
afterwards, nothing is mentioned of our earlier conversation. In the 
morning, I get up, and immediately change myself. No one's awake yet, 
but I know they will be soon. I turn on the TV, and wait for the first 
person to get up.
	The first person to get up is Colt. He joins me. Together we 
watch TV for about an hour, until my father gets up. He's holding a 
paper bag, like he was when he put me in diapers.
	"Are you ready Colt?", he asks.
	Colt stands up, and makes eye contact with Daddy. I look over at 
Colt, and notice something. As he stands there, a wet spot grows on the 
crotch of his sweat pants.
	"He's peeing in his pants!" I exclaim, as it starts dribbling 
down his leg, and pooling by his foot. Colt looks down at the dampness 
of his pants. He then looks back at Daddy.
	"Yep, I went pee-pee in my pants, like a baby, and I'm ready for 
the diapers! I don't ever want to be back in underwear again!"
	Daddy looks at Colt's face, looks at his pants, looks at the 
puddle; looks at his face, looks at his pants, looks at the puddle. He 
laughs.
	"For what you just did to your pants, as punishment, you never 
will be back in underwear. I'm not sure if you realize it, but you just 
gave me a mess to clean up.", he sighs
	"So, here's the deal: If I ever catch you using the toilet again, 
you'll have to wear nothing but your diapers to school for a whole 
day."
	"You don't need to tell me not to use the toilet, Daddy.", Colt 
says.
	"And as for wetting my pants, I wet them on purpose, just so 
you'd diaper me for good. Oh yeah, I'd have messed them too, but I 
don't feel the need to."
	"So, this to you is a reward, instead of a punishment?"
	"Yes, I think it is." Daddy motions for Colt. Colt eagerly walks 
up to Daddy, and lays down right in front of him, with his legs spread 
apart, facing him.
	"The only diapers I could get, that look like Walter's, that 
would fit you are Pampers size 5, Walter wears Attends. Pampers are 
baby diapers. When you get bigger, I'll get you bigger diapers. Even 
though Walter's just a little taller than you, he weighs twice as much 
as you do. You can't wear diapers like his, because they'd be obvious, 
even under your baggy overalls. You don't have to worry, they look 
almost exactly the same."
	"I don't care, as long as they look and feel just like Walter's!" 
Daddy takes out a Colt-sized disposable diaper.
	"Because you want to be in diapers for fun, to add to your 
experience, I also got you some baby powder. Would you like me to put 
that on you, also?"
	"Yeah.", Colt says, enthusiastically. On those words, Daddy takes 
off Colts sweat pants, and boxer shorts. He then reaches into the bag, 
and takes out the powder. He then opens up the diaper, and slides it 
under my brother. He lifts Colts bum, slides it through the tail hole, 
and opens it up wide. He sprinkles small amounts of powder inside of 
the diaper, and along Colt's backside. I notice Colt's private becomes 
big and hard. He's really enjoying it!
	"That feels good.", says Colt.
	"Will you diaper me using that from now on? Will you get more 
when we run out?"
	"I can tell it feels good, Colt.", Daddy says, smiling
	"I'll be sure to get some more. Whenever I diaper you, I'll use 
it." He turns to me.
	"Would you like it if I got you some powder, too?" I don't know 
what to say, so I say, "That would be great." He turns back to Colt, 
and pulls the two sides of the diaper together, and tapes them up good. 
Colt is now permanently diapered.
	"Well, you're in diapers now, Colt. Enjoy them." He backs away 
from Colt, and Colt gets up.
	"They feel even better than last time.", Colt says, looking down 
at the diaper.
	"I like it." There's a moment of silence, it's broken by Horsie.
	"Colt, why are you wearing a diaper?", Horsie asks, walking out 
of our room. Daddy answers.
	"You remember when Walter got hurt, and kept wetting his pants?"
	"Yeah," Says Horsie.
	"What's that got to do with anything?"
	"Well, the reason he's stopped wetting is because I make him wear 
diapers.", He turns to me.
	"Walter, show him that you've got a diaper on." I pull my sweat 
pants down about two inches, and turn to Horsie. Horsie says nothing. 
Daddy continues.
	"Well, Horsie, Colt asked me if I'd diaper him after he 
discovered Walter's secret. I said yes, and that's why you see him in 
diapers. But." he holds up Colt's soaked sweat pants.
	"Right before I diapered him, he went pee-pee in his pants, on 
purpose, so I'd keep him in diapers. It worked. He's now gonna be in 
them until he leaves here for college.", there's a moment of silence.
	"Well, Horsie, you come into this whole plan, too."
	"How?"
	"Well, Horsie, allow me to try to explain something.. Come here, 
and sit down in front of me.", Horsie sleepily walks up to Daddy, and 
sits down in front of him.
	"You ever heard of the saying  All for one, and one for all'?"
	"Yeah, that's something the three Musketeers used to say, am I 
right?"
	"Exactly. Now what it means is that if one has to do it, all have 
to be a part of it, too." Daddy reaches into the bag, and pulls out a 
Horsie-sized disposable diaper.
	"You are going to wear diapers, along with your brothers."
	"But I don't need to be in diapers, Daddy."
	"That does not matter." There's a short pause. Daddy gets close 
to Horsie, and opens up the diaper.
	"I don't want to!", Horsie shouts.
	"I can hold it in just fine! I don't need to be in diapers!" He 
shows it to Horsie.
	"It won't feel too much different than the underwear you used to 
wear."
	"But I like wearing regular underwear."
	"Then just think of it as plain underwear, with some absorbent 
properties."
	"But, it's not; it's made for babies who aren't mature enough to 
realize when they have to go to the bathroom." Daddy turns to me.
	"You like being in diapers, don't you Walter?"
	"I love it, I never will have to worry about making it to the 
toilet again!" He then turns to Colt.
	"You like it too, don't you?"
	"Yeah, it's like having a soft pillow between your legs. You'll 
love it, it's really comfortable! If you don't think about the icky 
parts, it's really worth it!" He turns back to Horsie.
	"I have a feeling you'll like them, too."
	"Diapers are for babies, Daddy, I'm not a baby!"
	"This type of diaper, just like Walter's is made for Big-boys, 
just like you! They're called  Attends', that's not a babyish name, is 
it?" Horsie gives no answer, he just backs up a little bit, and shakes 
his head.
	"Horsie, don't make me force you into it. You know I don't like 
using force."
	"I won't wear it!", Horsie cries.
	"Oh, Horsie. What if I didn't use the baby powder? That'd make 
you feel less like a baby, wouldn't it?"
	"I still refuse to wear it!"
	"What if I let you put it on?"
	"No!"
	"Well, then," Daddy says, getting up.
	"I've given you fair chance to make fun of this: I'm sorry 
Horsie, I have no choice, I'm gonna have to make you wear it." Daddy 
literally grabs Horsie by the right foot, and yanks his sweat pants 
down. Horsie can't go anywhere, he's screaming. Daddy pulls him in, and 
takes down his shorts. Daddy then forces his legs apart, slides the 
diaper under him, at the same time putting his tail through the tail 
hole, Daddy pulls the diaper up. Horsie's legs are up in the air, all 
over the place. He's screaming:
	"I don't want to! I don't need to! You're making me feel like a 
baby! I'm a big-boy! A BIG-BOY!" Daddy then pulls it together, and 
seals the tapes, tightly; while replying to Horsie's screaming
	"It's okay, Horsie. You are a big-boy, no one thinks less of you. 
No one outside of the immediate family has to know about this." When 
finished, Daddy pull Horsie's boxers, and pants back up. We wait a few 
minutes for him to calm down.
	"How do you feel now?", Daddy asks him after he's calmed down 
quite a bit. I look at Horsie, he doesn't look too happy. I have to 
admit, I do feel a little sorry for him. Before I got diapered, I'd 
have hated to be woken up all of the sudden to the sound of soft 
talking, and the taping of a diaper, only to be humiliated by having to 
wear what babies wear because my Brother doesn't realize when he has to 
go pee, and wets his pants. I feel this is my fault. But at the same 
time Colt gave Daddy the idea that we should all be the same. It's both 
our faults! Well, I wonder what he's gonna say in reply? A moment of 
silence goes by.
	"Like a baby, in a diaper." I should have figured he was gonna 
say that.
	"Don't think of diapers as just for babies. Just answer me this: 
As underwear, how does the diaper feel?" He looks down between his 
legs.
	"It feels okay, I guess; but having it on hurts my feelings. It 
makes me feel like I'm a helpless baby that can't take care of itself."
	"You can take care of yourself plenty fine, Horsie. As for it 
feeling okay, and hurting your feelings; that means you're already 
starting to like it. It'll take some time, but after a while you'll 
love to be in diapers. From now on, until Walter is completely healed 
up, you're all gonna be in diapers. You're all gonna wet and mess your 
diapers, like you've been doing it your whole life! If I catch you 
using the toilet, or taking them off for no real reason while Walter is 
healing, you'll be in diapers until you reach college!" Horsie looks up 
at Daddy, and becomes a little teary.
	"Why are you punishing me?" Daddy laughs.
	"This is not a punishment. It's to make Walter feel less singled 
out. Walter is not in them by choice." Horsie looks over at me.
	"This is your fault.", he says.
	"I hate you!" Daddy cuts in.
	"No, it is not, Horsie. and you shouldn't hate him for it even if 
it was his fault. If you're gonna blame anyone, blame me." That makes 
me feel better. Horsie's eyes light up.
	"Why should I blame you, Daddy?"
	"Because I felt that if one of you has a problem, you all should. 
I feel that as a family of three brothers that live together, you 
should accommodate each other by putting yourselves in a similar 
scenario each others problems. Just think, what if the boomerang had 
hit you, then Walter could be blaming you.", he clears his throat.
	"Also, don't blame Colt. If Colt had not chosen to be diapered, 
I'd have done it to him anyway, and you'd be in diapers, too.", he 
turns to Colt.
	"I was thinking about doing this from the very second I diapered 
Walter. Your agreeableness made it come much faster." Horsie cuts in.
	"What if I just go to the toilet while you're not looking?"
	"Okay, it's clear that being in diapers until college is not 
enough to make you not use the toilet. If I catch you using the toilet, 
or your brothers tell me that you have; I'll stop trusting you, Horsie. 
Trust means a lot to me. As punishment for losing my trust by using the 
toilet, you'll be grounded for one month, and during that time you'll 
have report to me at least five times a day, for a checking and a 
changing. If I'm not here then you'd have one of your brothers change 
you, or sit in the mess you made until I get home. Oh, yeah, if I 
haven't mentioned: I can tell you don't like being treated like a baby, 
so I'll powder your bum, and groin as punishment; just like I did when 
you were a little baby. After a month, you'll have my trust back." 
Horsie begins to cry, but controls himself.
	"I really don't want that. I'll use the diaper, I promise."
	"There's a good boy.", Daddy says, patting Horsie on the head. 
Horsie forces a smile, and wipes the tears away from his eyes.
	"Now that I've had it on for a couple of minutes, it's starting 
to feel a little. good." Daddy smiles.
	"Then I have a bit of advice to give for each of you: You're a 
family, living together. Any problem faced by one, should be 
experienced by all. That way you'll never make fun of each other. I did 
not put any of you in diapers to hurt your feelings, or to make you 
feel like a baby; but rather to make it so you have a better 
understanding of one and other. As for this lesson, all I can say is: 
Enjoy the diapers, all of you."

FIN Epilogue:

	It became apparent very quickly to all of them that they could no 
longer make fun of other people like they used to, because if anyone 
found out about their little secret, they'd be the laughing stock of 
the whole town! Since that day, not only have they been more helpful to 
everyone, they were no longer obnoxious bullies, they became very 
friendly.
	Each has his own story about his days in diapers:
	Walter enjoyed his diapers, up until he got his continence back 
four months later. Since the diapers were always available to him at 
anytime, he chose to go back to regular underwear for about two months. 
After that, he begged to be put back in them. Since then, there's never 
been a day when Walter did not have a diaper on. Diapers boosted 
Walter's self-confidence, they made him feel safer. He got the courage 
to mail those letters one at a time to Betty. She became so flattered 
by the fact that Walter liked her so much, that they started going out. 
When they turned twenty, they got married, and had many children. Betty 
now enjoys changing Walter's diapers, she thinks of that side of him as 
a baby that will never grow up to leave her. When the Internet came to 
be Walter eventually became a member of a DL organization. Like us all, 
in one way, or another: Walter loves his diapers.
	Colt enjoyed a diapered childhood. He allowed his father change 
his diapers, and powder him when ever he was home, when he wasn't home 
he usually had Walter do it. After a while, he started doing it 
himself. No one but his family, and a couple of trusted friends ever 
found out about his little secret. It was a little later that he 
learned of Diaper lovers, and became part of a Internet organization. 
He never got taken out of diapers, and when college came, he continued 
to wear them for the rest of his natural life. He grew up to be a very 
small guy, he never got switched out of Pampers.
	Horsie started out confused and angry. He did not understand why 
he was being diapered, even after it was explained to him he thought it 
was some kind of punishment. His father changed him for the first 
couple of days, because he refused to do it himself, but after about a 
week of being diapered, he did not want to be taken out. He started 
changing himself. He realized that people wear diapers for more than 
one reason. He realized that not everyone who wears diapers has 
problems using the toilet. Some people wear them for emotional reasons; 
some wear them for more physical reasons, and others wear them for 
rebellion, or to be their own people. When he realized that, he started 
to love being in diapers. He wore them to say to the world, "Hey, I can 
do this, 'cause I wanna, and there's nothing you can do about it!" He 
joined the Internet club, along with Colt, and Walter.
	Their Father wasn't unhappy with what had become of his boys. He 
noticed they'd become nicer, and more helpful right off the bat. He 
bought them diapers, and changed them when they were sick, wanted him 
to, or were unwilling to do it themselves. He was also very happy to 
have three times as much toilet paper available to him, because he was 
the only one using the John, except for the occasional guest.
	When the three brothers started to like to be in diapers, they 
developed different types of contests. One of them was to see how much 
water they could hold in, while being tickled vigorously. They also had 
another version of that game where they'd put on a really scary movie 
they all hadn't seen, drink an awful lot before watching it, and see 
who peed themselves first. Another contest is to see how long they 
could go without wetting or messing their diaper. In the immediate 
family: Colt holds the record for not wetting while being tickled, 
Walter holds the record for the scary movies, and Horsie can hold it in 
the longest. They love these games.
	 Together, all three brothers, in one way or another are diaper 
lovers.

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