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.