J.J.'s Tapes: Part 2: Word Gets Around

	Hi. My name is Brian. Those of you who read J.J.'s Tapes will 
remember that my little brother J.J. used some subliminal hypnosis 
tapes on me without my knowledge and they made me totally incontinent 
so that I had to wear diapers all the time. I was really happy about 
getting to wear diapers, but when I found out that he played these 
tapes in our room at night while he wore earplugs, I was a little 
annoyed with him. He had wanted to test them on me before he tried them 
himself! I made him get rid of the earplugs and told him that we would 
start back on Babyland Tape 1: Bedwetting. J.J. agreed cheerfully.
	One week later, J.J. still had not wet his bed and he was 
starting to be afraid that the tapes would not work on him. I made him 
drink a big glass of water the next night, though, and the next day his 
bed was nicely soaked! He went and told Mom, and she didn't scold him 
or anything.
	"Just take the sheets off and let the mattress dry out," She 
said.
	When we got home from school, the bed was all made and there was 
a plastic cover on the mattress. J.J. wet his bed the next four nights 
and on the fifth night he found a package of Goodnites on his bed.
	"Good! Now you are ready for Tape 2: Daytime Wetting," I said.
	Only three days later, J.J. was eating dinner and wet his pants 
at the table.
	"J.J., go to your room and wait there for me," Mom said. "Brian, 
do me a favor and clean up the chair and the floor while I talk to 
J.J."
	I did as she asked and she went up to our room to talk to J.J.
	"J.J., do you want to wear diapers all the time like Brian?"
	"Yes, Mom. I do," He said honestly.
	Mom went and got one of my Super Thick Diapers and a pair of 
plastic pants. She folded the diaper and laid it on the bed. Then she 
picked J.J. up and laid him on top of the diaper. She cleaned him with 
baby wipes and powdered him liberally. His little 10-year-old penis 
stood up nicely. Then she pinned the diaper and slipped the plastic 
pants on him.
	"These plastic pants are a little big for you. We will get you 
some smaller ones and some of your own diapers tomorrow. I guess I have 
two diaper boys to raise now," she said.
	"Thanks Mom!" said J.J. "You're the greatest!"
	A few days later, we moved on to Tape 3: "24 hour Wetting and 
Messing" so J.J. could have the full "experience."
	I was really glad that my brother could experience the joys of 
diapers with me. I didn't have any close friends and those I had shied 
away from me when I started wearing diapers. I didn't feel bad about 
it. I figured that if they had been real friends they would have 
accepted me anyway. Still, I had been lonely and being closer to J.J. 
would really help.
	About a month later at breakfast, Mom said to us, "Your cousin 
Sue is coming to stay with us for a couple of weeks while her parents 
are in Europe."
	"Hurray!" I said. Sue lived pretty close to us, but we didn't get 
to see her as often as I liked. I had kind of a crush on her. She was 
not a blood relative, but had been adopted by my Aunt and Uncle after 
her parents were killed in a car crash when she was seven years old. 
She was thirteen and a half years old, but I guess I liked older women.
	Sue arrived that evening. J.J. and I were in our thick cloth 
diapers and I could see her looking at us curiously. She didn't say 
anything, though.
	My Mom went to make dinner, and Sue offered to help. After about 
an hour, my diaper was starting to leak badly. I had pooped in it, too, 
and it was starting to liquefy from being soaked with urine. I went in 
the kitchen to tell Mom.
	"Uh, Mom. I need you for something," I said, because Sue was 
standing there and I didn't want to freak her out too badly.
	"Oh, Brian. Do you need a diaper change? I am right in the middle 
of making a cake. Can it wait 30 minutes or so?" she asked.
	"I don't know, Mom. I am leaking pretty bad," I said.
	"I'll change him," said Sue. "I have changed tons of babies."
	"Well, Brian is not exactly a baby, Sue," Mom said.
	"I know that, but I am going to be a nurse someday and I need the 
experience," Sue said.
	"Suit yourself, Sue. Take it from me, though, Brian and J.J. make 
bigger messes than little babies!" she said.
	"I'm sure I can handle anything they deal out!" laughed Sue
	Sue laid the changing pad on my bed and I lay down on it. She 
pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. She just smiled 
down at me and didn't make any snide remarks. She took some baby 
diapers that we used for clean-ups and got a pail of soapy water. She 
cleaned me gently and thoroughly and then dried me off. I felt as if my 
penis would explode any minute. Then she got some baby oil and began to 
apply it all over my butt and then my balls and penis. I couldn't help 
it. All of a sudden I came. It shot up and hit Sue's blouse.
	"I'm sorry! Sue, it was an accident! Honest!" I said
	"It's okay," she laughed. I know the facts of life! Changing big 
boys is a little different from changing babies. I'll try to be careful 
in the future."
	I hoped that she wouldn't be too careful in the future!
	"J.J., do you need a change?" Sue asked.
	"I sure do!" J.J. said.
	After J.J. had on clean diapers, Sue went and changed her blouse 
and then went in to finish helping my Mom with the dinner.
	"Thank you for changing Brian," Mom said. "I had better go change 
J.J. before we eat."
	"Oh, I changed both of them, Aunt Mary," Sue said.
	"I may not want to give you back when your parents come home if 
you keep up like this, Sue!" Mom said
	"Just trying to keep busy, Aunt Mary," Sue said. "I have always 
preferred working to sitting around."
	"You have come to the right place then. We will keep you busy!" 
Mom said.
	Sue did most of our diaper changes for the next two weeks. She 
insisted that she liked doing it. She was more careful about over-
stimulating me, but I still had a couple of more "accidents." The rest 
of the time, I always had to jerk off after she changed me. I wished 
that she would just jerk me off on purpose, but I didn't ask her. I was 
afraid that she would be offended. Still, I fantasized about it a lot.
	A few weeks later, J.J. said to me, "My friend Michael wants to 
borrow my tapes."
	"Boy, I don't know. We could get in big trouble for spreading 
those tapes around," I said.
	"Michael is cool, though. He would never tell anyone. He is 
really serious about it, and I want a diaper buddy who is my own age," 
J.J. said.
	"Well, at least make copies, then and keep the originals," I 
said. "We might need a "Booster Shot" occasionally.
	So J.J. gave his friend Michael a copy of the tapes and it wasn't 
long before they started working for him.
	"I am wetting my bed every night now," Michael said to J.J. "My 
Mom got me some Goodnites to wear. I have to go to Doctor Wilson 
tomorrow, though, so they can try to find out what is wrong with me."
	"Dr. Wilson is our doctor, too. I hope he doesn't get 
suspicious," J.J. said.
	"Don't worry. I can keep my mouth shut," Michael said.
	About a month later, Michael was a full time diaper boy. I was 
glad that J.J. had a diaper buddy, but I was a little envious. I did 
not have to feel that way long though. The following week a new boy 
joined my class. His name was Larry. Was it my imagination, or were 
those diaper lines around his pants? I did not have to wait long to 
find out. I was changing for gym in the locker room and Larry came up 
to me.
	"Hi. I see we have something in common. My name is Larry, and I 
come from Ohio." He said.
	At that, he pulled down his pants to expose a disposable diaper.
	"Hi, Larry. My name is Brian. Pleased to meet you," I said.
	We decided to have lunch together so that we could get 
acquainted. First we both went to the nurse's office to get our diapers 
changed.
	"Boy, was I glad to see you!" Larry said. "I thought that I would 
be the only kid here who wears diapers!"
	"I was wishing for a diaper buddy myself," I said. My little 
brother wears diapers too, and he has a diaper pal."
	I invited Larry to come over after school so that we could hear 
each other's "stories."
	When we got to my house J.J. and Michael were not there so we had 
some privacy to get to know each other.
	"I never knew my Dad," Larry began. "He was a drug addict and ran 
off before I was born. My Mom was an alcoholic and a drug addict. She 
managed to stay clean while she was carrying me, but relapsed 
afterward. She didn't take care of me very well, and never tried to 
toilet train me. I got used to wearing diapers and never tried to stop. 
One night she overdosed on drugs and I found her dead. I was nine years 
old at the time. I had hardly ever been to school on account of the 
diapers and everything. She had a sister who had given up on her years 
before, and she and her husband agreed to take me. They tried to toilet 
train me, but I just refused and they finally gave up on that. They 
hired tutors for me so I could catch up to grade level in school. Then 
I started public school when I was ten years old, diapers and all. I 
was pretty happy. There was another boy who wore diapers in my class. 
We had a great time. We did everything together and even got into 
diaper humping with each other. Then my uncle got another job and we 
had to move here."
	"What's diaper humping?" I asked.
	"Just what it sounds like," Larry said. "You hump each other with 
your diapers on. It's almost like really having sex. Do you jerk off?"
	"Sure," I said. "Who doesn't?"
	"Well, it's even better when you do it with someone else. Believe 
me."
	I started thinking about that, when J.J. and Michael walked in. 
Michael had a black eye.
	"What happened?" I asked.
	"Three bullies jumped us. They pulled our pants down and tried to 
tie us to a tree. Michael tried to fight back and they hit him in the 
eye," J.J. said. "Then they finished tying us up and ran away. Some 
other kids came along and untied us."
	"You guys need to learn some Karate," Larry said.
	"Oh, this is Larry, guys," I said. "Larry meet my brother J.J. 
and this is Michael."
	"Do you know Karate?" J.J. asked Larry.
	"I know some," he said. "I was in a class back home, but I want 
to learn more. Maybe we could find a class here and all take lessons. 
We diaper guys need to learn self-defense."
	"That's for sure," Michael said.
	We decided to check the Y.M.C.A. first because the classes there 
were pretty reasonably priced. Sure enough, a class was starting the 
next week. It would be three nights a week for six weeks. J.J. and I 
asked our Mom and she said it would be okay, but that it would be our 
main Christmas present. Michael's parents and Larry's aunt and uncle 
gave their approval, too. We all showed up for the first class. The 
uniforms were provided in the package and waiting for us. We all got 
changed and felt as if we were ready to take on Bruce Lee! Most of the 
first class was spent teaching us how to fall. Toward the end we were 
shown some basic moves. Then the teacher demonstrated some ways of 
turning your opponent's movement against him. I could tell that this 
was going to be a fun course.
	After the class was over, J.J. went over to Michael's house to 
spend the night and Larry came to my house. We stripped down to our 
diapers and went over the moves we learned. Pretty soon we were 
wrestling and tickling each other. Michael pinned me down and then he 
started rubbing he diaper against mine. I started to respond and move 
my hips. Then we were moving faster and I felt myself come. Then I 
heard him groan as he came too. We lay on top of each other for a while 
and then he asked,
	 "Did you like it?"
	"Yeah. I liked it a lot," I said. "Does this mean we're gay?" I 
asked.
	"Not necessarily. I've heard that it is natural to be bi-sexual 
at our age."
	It sure was nice having a diaper buddy my own age.
	The next day at school a boy named Toby came up to me and said,
	"I heard that you have some tapes and I wonder if I could borrow 
them."
	"What tapes are you talking about? I don't know what you mean," I 
said.
	Toby was a frail, nervous boy of twelve who had no friends. I 
really didn't want to lend him the tapes. Something told me that it 
would be a bad idea.
	"Michael told me about the tapes. Please, if you lend them to me 
I won't say anything. I need to wear diapers. At home I sneak towels 
and use them for diapers with a trash bag over them. I'm desperate." 
Toby said.
	I knew how he felt, but I said, "Sorry Toby, I can't do it."
	"If you don't lend them to me, I'll tell on you," He said.
	Blackmail! I could have killed Michael.
	"Okay, I'll lend them to you, but at your own risk," I said.
	I decided to not lend him the real tapes, though. After school, I 
stopped at the store and picked up three real nature tapes. Then I went 
home and made labels for them like the ones on the real tapes. That way 
they could do him no harm and I figured that he would just think they 
didn't work for him. When J.J. and Michael came home I told them off 
for not keeping the tapes secret. I told them that we were going to be 
found out and get in big trouble. I told them I would kill the next guy 
that gave away the secret. I gave the fake tapes to Toby the next day.
	The very next day Toby came up to me excitedly and said, "It 
works! I wet my bed last night!"
	"That's great!" I said, pretending to be enthused.
	"I'm going to play the second tape tonight!" he said.
	"Maybe you should go slow Toby. These things take a while to 
work."
	"I'm in a hurry!' Toby said.
	The next day Toby came to school and told me he had wet his bed 
again and felt like he was going to wet his pants any minute. He 
proceeded to do just that in the middle of the next class. He looked 
happy about it. They sent him to the nurse and called his mother.
	After school I had a phone call from Toby.
	"You've got to make it stop! My parents are going to send me to a 
military school if I don't stop wetting! I wet my pants in the car on 
the way home from school and my Dad says I am being a baby and a 
military school will make a man out of me. But I can't stop wetting 
because of the tapes!"
	I was glad that I had only given him phony tapes. I wouldn't know 
what to do if they had been real.
	"Toby, I have a tape that reverses the whole thing," I said. 
"I'll bring it over to you on my bike"
	I made a cassette label that said "Babyland Hypnosis Reversal 
Tape," and rode my bike to the tape store. I bought another nature tape 
and pasted the new label on it. Then I rode over to Toby's house. He 
was waiting for me and took the tape eagerly.
	"Thanks Brian. You are a real pal!" he said.
	I didn't feel like much of a pal, but this whole thing would not 
have happened if Toby hadn't blackmailed me.
	"Will it work right away?" Toby asked.
	"Yes, it works as fast as the other tapes," I said.
	I hoped that it would work because poor Toby was definitely not 
the military school type.
	The next day Toby told me he stayed dry all night and seemed to 
be back to normal, but his parents had told him that if he wet his bed 
or his pants again that he would be shipped off to military school. I 
really felt sorry for him He was even quieter than usual for the rest 
of the week.
	On Monday Toby was not in school. He was not there on Tuesday or 
Wednesday either. I asked around but nobody knew what was wrong or 
where he was. Finally I called his house. His mother answered the 
phone.
	"This is Brian calling. Is Toby there?" I asked.
	"Toby is in the hospital. He is very ill. I can't tell you 
anymore. Goodbye," she said.
	I was really worried now. At least he wasn't at a military 
school, but what could be wrong with him. He had seemed fine on Friday. 
There was only one hospital in town and my cousin Sue was a Candy 
Striper there. I called her up and asked if she could do some detective 
work and find out about Toby. She said that she would look into it, but 
she couldn't tell me what she found out because of patient 
confidentiality.
	"Just find out if he is going to be okay," I said.
	She called me the next day. "Toby is okay physically and should 
recover in time. That's all I can say. It is more than I should say."
	"Thanks, Sue. I appreciate it. I didn't mean to put you on the 
spot," I said.
	I didn't say anything to any of the other guys. They weren't as 
worried about Toby as I was anyway. They just figured that he had 
appendicitis or something.
	About three weeks later Toby came back to school. He looked a 
little pudgier than I had ever seen him, and he was definitely wearing 
a diaper! Not only that, but after he sat down at his desk he started 
sucking his thumb.
	At lunchtime I went to the nurse to get my diaper changed along 
with Larry, J.J. and Michael. Toby showed up too!
	"Toby, how are you doing?" I asked.
	"Okay," he replied. "I'll tell you all about it after school if 
you want to come over to my house." Then he put his thumb in his mouth 
while his diaper was changed.
	"Sure!" I said.
	So after school I went with Toby to his house. He showed me to 
his bedroom and I nearly flipped. The walls were painted baby blue with 
fishes and sea horses. There was a big crib in the center of the room 
and around it were all sorts of baby toys.
	"How do you like my room?" Toby asked.
	"It's stupendous!" I said. How did you ever get your parents to 
do this for you?"
	"Not the easy way. That's for sure."
	Then he began to tell me the story of what had happened to him.
	"I stopped wetting by accident right after I listened to the 
reversal tape. After a week, though, I was really feeling like wetting 
so I got a towel and a trash bag and diapered myself up in them. Mom 
was out shopping so I figured I had plenty of time. I wet the towel and 
it felt so good that I pooped in it too. Then I lay down and was just 
enjoying how good it felt. Somehow I fell asleep. The next thing I know 
my Mom was shaking me and yelling at me. She pulled off the bag and the 
towel and dragged me to the bathroom and into the shower. She kept 
telling me how disgusting I was. Then Dad came home and they said that 
I was going to the military school the next day. I just wanted to die. 
They made me pack my things and then I went to bed. I put Tape 3 on and 
listened to it. There are no words on it that you can hear, so I sort 
of put my own words on it. It was as if I got inside the tape. I made 
it say things like, "You are a little baby and you can't walk or talk 
and people love you and take care of you and feed you with a bottle." 
That's the last thing I remember until I woke up in the hospital. My 
parents had found me curled up in a ball and couldn't get me to wake 
up. They took me to the hospital and I didn't wake up at all for two 
days. When I woke up I was in a room all by myself and I was in 
diapers. A nurse came in with a baby bottle and started feeding me. 
Then she said, "Is my baby feeling better today?" I tried to say 
something but I could only gurgle. After a few more days they put me in 
a wheel chair and brought me in with the other patients. Then I figured 
out that I was in a psyche ward. There were three other kids and they 
were in diapers too. The adults mostly looked dazed or sad. Then they 
took me in another room and had me play with finger paints. I still 
couldn't walk or talk. Then my parents came by. They didn't look angry. 
They just looked worried. Then my Mom said, "Toby, don't worry. We will 
never send you to that military school. You are just going to stay with 
us and be our little baby. You can wear diapers forever if you want. 
Just don't go away from us like that again. Please!"
	I wanted to say something, but I still couldn't talk, so I held 
out my arms and they hugged me. I was there about two weeks and after a 
while I could walk and talk again and they let me come home. They 
surprised me with my new bedroom!"
	"Boy," I said. "That is quite a story Toby. Thanks for telling it 
to me."
	Just then Toby's Mom came into his bedroom. "Oh, I didn't realize 
that you had company, Toby," she said.
	"This is my friend Brian, Mom," he said.
	"Oh, you're the boy who called when Toby was ill," she said. I am 
glad that Toby has a friend that will stand by him."
	I had never thought of myself as Toby's friend, but I was the 
closest thing to it that he had so I made up my mind to try to be more 
of a friend to him. Later when I went home Larry was there with Michael 
and J.J.
	"We heard that you went home with Toby," Larry said. "Did he tell 
you what happened to him?"
	"Yes," I said. I wasn't going to tell them Toby's story though. 
It seemed too personal.
	"Well, what happened?"
	"Well, he got sick and had to wear diapers and his parents were 
so worried about him that they decided to let him keep wearing them."
	"Oh, is that all? Are you sure that's the whole story?" Larry 
asked.
	"That's about it," I said.
	A few days later I had a chance to be a friend to Toby. We were 
all out on the playground before school and I saw the Three Bullies 
giving Toby a hard time. The bullies had their thumbs in their mouths 
and were shoving Toby with their free hands. He looked really scared. I 
looked around to see if Larry was around, but I couldn't find him. All 
the things that I learned in Karate went through my mind. Then I went 
up to the Three and told them to leave Toby alone. One of them came at 
me and I threw him easily. Now it is a well-known fact that bullies are 
cowards, so the one I threw just sat there waiting to see what the 
other two would do. They looked at each other and both came at me at 
once. It just so happened that we had just had a similar exercise in 
Karate class. They both landed on the ground next to their cohort. Just 
then Larry appeared.
	"Need any help?" he asked.
	"No, but they do," I said pointing to the Three. Then I said to 
them, "If either of us catches you giving Toby any trouble, we will do 
more than just put you on your butts. We are Karate experts and know 
how to break bones."
	I was exaggerating our abilities, of course, but the threat did 
the trick. The bullies hightailed it away and as far as I know they 
never picked on Toby again. I hoped that they would never take Karate 
lessons.
	About a month later I had a call from Toby.
	"Would you like to come to my birthday party?" he asked.
	"Sure! I'd love to come to your birthday party. How old are you 
going to be? Thirteen?" I asked.
	"I'm going to be two years old," Toby said. "You have to bring a 
two year old type present, too."
	"Okay, great!" I said.
	"Oh, and ask J.J. and Larry and Michael for me, too," Toby said.
	"Can do," I replied. "Oh, can I ask my cousin Sue too. I bet she 
would love to come. You may have met her. She is a Candy Striper at the 
hospital."
	"Sure, the more the merrier," said Toby. "More presents, too."
	After school the next day Larry and Michael came over so we could 
all go shopping for presents for Toby. I got him a Fischer Price 
motorboat. Larry found a neat toddler type airplane. Michael got him a 
Thomas the Tank Engine train, and J.J. got him one of those tops with 
the metal rod that pumps up and down. Then we went home and each made 
Toby a birthday card on my computer.
	When the day came for the party, we all arrived with our presents 
wrapped in appropriate children's wrapping paper. Sue arrived with a 
card and a present. We played games and won little prizes and ate hot 
dogs and then it was time to open presents before eating cake and ice 
cream. Toby opened my gift first and wanted to try it out right away, 
but we made him open the other presents first. Next he opened a Jack in 
the Box from Sue, and then all the other presents. The cake was brought 
out with two candles on it. Toby blew them out and made a wish. 
Naturally he wouldn't tell us what it was, but I suspected it was that 
he could have a 2-year-old birthday every year! I saw Toby's Mom 
talking to Sue and later I found out that Sue was going to be 
babysitting for Toby. I knew he would be treated well.
	Well, that about sums up our adventures. We never gave the tapes 
out to anyone else. We kept up with our Karate lessons and after a 
couple of years, Toby even took the class. We kept wearing diapers and 
none of the other kids dared give us a hard time about it!

The End