NO MORE UNDERWEAR!!!

Part 1: A Birthday

	I'm looking out my window, waiting for the party guests 
to arrive. It's my 8th birthday, and I just can't wait! The 
whole family is coming, My aunts, uncles, cousins, and 
everyone! I'm so excited! Suddenly, I noticed my mom behind 
me.
	"Hey sport, they're not going to be here for another 
hour! Why don't you go play your new games?"
	"But They might be early!"
	"No buts, I'm trying to get this place ready!"
	I left my mom, and sat down to play my new games, but I 
still can't help but feel excited! Finally they started to 
trickle in. My cousin Jimmy, who's 3 waddled next to me.
	"Hi Danwy!"
	"Hi Jimmy, what are you doing?"
	"I wanna pway!"
	"Okay, Okay."
	I handed him a controller, and took it real easy on 
him. All of a sudden, he got really still, and stayed that 
way for a minute. Then he plopped right down and grinned. 
Puzzled, I looked at him, and that's when the smell hit me. 
I looked at Jimmy, who grinned at me back. Trying to ignore 
it, I returned to my game.
	About 10 minutes later, Aunt Chris walked in.
	"Hi Danny! Happy Birthday! And...whew, Jimmy, do you 
need changing?"
	"Nooooo."
	"I think you do, do you have stinky pants?"
	"Nooooo."
	"Cm'on ye stinker!"
	She pulled a diaper bag from the hall, and lay Jimmy 
down on a changing mat she had placed on the floor. Quickly 
she took down his pants and untaped his diaper. She opened 
up a tub of wipes and carefully cleaned his bottom, and then 
wiped him dry. She pulled another diaper from the bag and 
began to tape it on as my Mom walked in.
	"Jimmy's STILL in diapers? I thought he was being 
trained last Christmas!"(June now)
	"Yeah, well, let's just say he didn't want to."
	"Well, you shouldn't push him, heck, Danny was in 
diapers till he was 4, and he trained!"
	"Really? 4?"
	"Well, remember you didn't see him, Jack being 
stationed in Europe and all."
	"That's right."
	"Hey, I've got some videos of his 3rd birthday, want to 
see them?"
	"Sure!"
	"Moooom!", I whined, "don't show them!"
	"Oh c'mon Danny, be a grown-up boy!"
	Deciding that was final, mom walked out of the room and 
into the living room. She popped open the tape cabinet and 
grabbed "Danny's 3rd" out and popped it in. There I was in 
just a diaper and a T-shirt waddling around. Mom came up to 
me and asked me if I needed to go, to which I replied, "no." 
She dragged me to the toilet, stripped off my diaper, and 
sat me down on the potty. I was shown crying, to be taken 
off, until finally I peed and was let loose. It was while I 
was staring at this video that something clicked in my head. 
I kept looking at the diapers on my own 3 year old butt, and 
started feeling what could only be called nostalgia, which 
soon became longing. I always hated to use the toilet, it 
was such a nuisance, but I never really thought about it 
till now.
	Just then, Jimmy came toddling in, without his pants on 
and his diaper crinkling. I couldn't help but stare at him, 
longing. Finally, the tape was over, and Aunt Chris came up 
to me and patted me on the butt, commenting on how cute I 
looked back then.
	Mom announced it was time for cake, and everyone 
gathered around the table. My grandparents gave me her gift 
first, $50! I was really happy! Other members also gave me 
money, and some more games, so in the end I had about $300 
(I have a large and generous family). I took the money 
inside, and put it in my wallet. While I was in my room, I 
noticed Jimmy's diaper bag still sitting there, almost 
glowing in the late afternoon sun. Without thinking, I 
quickly grabbed a couple and threw them under my mattress.
	As the party wound down, everyone had left except Aunt 
Chris, Uncle Jack, and Jimmy. Finally, after what seemed a 
gallon of coffee each, they started to pack up. Aunt Chris 
changed Jimmy out of his wet diaper and looked in the bag.
	"Huh, I thought I brought more diapers than this, we're 
down to your last one Jimmy! Good thing we're going!"
	They got packed up and left. I went to my room, and 
grabbed the diapers out from under my mattress. I tried to 
put one on, but it was too small. I sat there thinking for a 
minute, and then taped 2 of them together. I pulled it up 
through my crotch, and it fit like a glove. I reached into 
the stash of soda cans I have in my room, and chugalugged 2 
of them to make wetting happen faster. I then sat down at my 
computer to wait. I logged onto the Internet, and brought up 
Yahoo as usual. On a whim, I typed in the word "diaper". All 
of a sudden, a whole slew of sites popped up! I was 
surprised, but started to browse them. I soon came across a 
company that offered diapers in larger sizes. They were 
located in a nearby city, and gave an address.
	Just then that I noticed I had to pee. My bladder jerk 
started a couple times on instinct, but then I was able to 
just let it flow. Immediately a warm, humid feeling 
surrounded my entire crotch area. It moved around and 
surrounded the lower part of my butt. I put my hand down to 
the diaper, and pulled it away to smell that wet diaper 
smell. I scootched around in my chair, and was able to 
spread it across more of my backside, and then I squished 
the gels, feeling how good it felt.
	When the diaper had absorbed all the pee, I had reached 
a decision. I'm going to order diapers in my size! I would 
go get a money order tomorrow so my parents wouldn't see, 
and order a case of the Youth diapers(claimed to be just 
like Pampers, only bigger!) for myself. I started to browse 
more diaper sites as I added to the wetness in the diaper, 
only thinking about tomorrow.....

Part 2: The Order

	I woke up, still wearing the wet diaper. I realized I 
had to pee, and proceeded to fill the diaper to capacity. I 
took it off(dripping as it dropped to the floor) and threw 
it in the same trash can as Jimmy's diapers from yesterday. 
As everyone was at work, I knew I'd be safe. My brother 
wouldn't be home from Scout camp for at least another few 
days which gave me time to complete my plan. After I 
showered, I went down to the local 7-11, and got a money 
order for the correct amount, and threw it in an envelope. 
According to their web page, it would take till Thursday to 
get here(since I ordered express).
	Four days seemed to be an eternity. But finally 
Thursday arrived. I sat in the living room all morning, 
waiting for the UPS truck to get there. I had tracked the 
package on the Internet, so I KNEW it was coming, probably 
around 3:00. My brother came in from scout camp, dirty, 
exhausted and scratched up from brambles. I heard the shower 
running, and then him crashing into bed. So much for that 
danger.
	FINALLY! The UPS truck pulled up, and the guy hauled a 
big box to the door and knocked. I threw it open, and signed 
the slip. Quickly I heaved the huge box into my room, and 
opened it. Inside were row upon row of diapers!(120 in all) 
I picked one out, and held it up to my nose to inhale the 
fragrance. I opened it up, and sure enough, there were leak 
guards and everything, just waiting for me!
	Because I was distracted by the intense feelings and 
odors of my newfound diapers, I neglected to listen to the 
car that had pulled into the driveway. I looked out the 
window, and saw Mom jawing with the neighbor. In a panic, I 
quickly threw all the diapers still sealed in bags into my 
closet, and started to put the remaining bag of 30 
underneath my winter clothes in the drawer. Running out of 
space half way through, I started throwing them behind books 
in my bookcase, and everywhere I could think of. Mom left 
the neighbor and started toward the door! I could hear her 
talking to my brother. Finally I had stashed all but 2 of 
the diapers, and as she opened my door, I threw them up into 
the light fixture!
	"Hi Danny, how was your day?"
	"Fine Mom, just fine!"
	"What's that smell in here? It smells kind of like baby 
powder."
	"Aunt Chris must've spilled it while she was changing 
Jimmy the other day."
	"Hmmm, don't remember smelling it yesterday, oh well. 
Guess I just didn't notice it."
	"That must be it."
	"What's the big box for?"
	"I'm...ah....going to use it as a stand for my 
Playstation, so it doesn't overheat."
	"Good idea, something just strikes me about that smell 
though."
	As she said this, the diapers I had thrown were hanging 
on the very edge of the fixture, so close in fact, that a 
breath of wind would knock them down. Finally I got her to 
leave, right before the diapers came down on my head! I 
quickly hid these away, moved the diapers in the closet into 
the crawlspace, and then sat down and thought. These diapers 
would last me till Christmas if I were careful, and then I'd 
order another case. This would work I smiled to myself.
	The rest of the evening went pretty uneventfully. 
Watched some TV, played my games, until finally it was 
bedtime. I took a shower, and then went to my room and 
turned off the light. I then turned on my directible light, 
so no one could see it under the door, and pulled a diaper 
from it's hiding place. I opened it, inhaling the perfume, 
and quickly wrapped it around me. I made sure the tapes were 
tight, and then chugged some more soda. I pulled out a book 
and waited.
	It didn't take very long, and soon my diaper was 
comfortably warm and wet. I snuggled into the warm blankets, 
sighing with how nice I felt. I fell asleep, wanting to stay 
this way forever.

Part 3: A Pain on the Butt

	I woke up to the bright sun streaming through my 
window. I blinked a couple times and sat up. It was then 
that I remembered the diaper! Looking down at it, I could 
see the wetness had spread as I slept. Lying back down, I 
warmed it up with a night's worth of pee.
	Just then, I heard footsteps coming down the hall! 
Quickly I pretended to be asleep. Mom came in and grabbed 
the laundry basket, and was about to leave when she sniffed 
the air. A confused and puzzled look came over her face. 
Then she shrugged her shoulders and left the room.
	I jumped out of bed and quickly stripped off my soaking 
diaper. It hit the ground with a loud thud. I then rolled it 
into itself, and taped it closed like the instructions said. 
Then I pulled out several plastic bags and sealed the diaper 
in several layers to hide the smell. I then stuffed the 
whole package into my desk drawer. Stealthily looking out 
the hall, I saw the coast was clear and rushed into the 
bathroom. There, I took a nice, long shower, eager to wash 
the pee and itchy feeling off of my body.
	The rest of the day went uneventfully. I played guns 
with a bunch of friends, and we kept getting yelled at to 
get off people's lawns. After that we played games till our 
thumbs blistered. I got home at dinnertime, and spent the 
rest of the night watching TV with the family.
	Several days passed in much the same way. One morning, 
I woke up with my wet diaper wrapped around me, and as 
usual, added to it. This time however, it stung!! I sat 
up(wincing), and ripped off the diaper. I saw there were all 
kinds of red blotches on my butt! After panicking a bit, I 
realized I must have diaper rash! After hiding the diaper in 
the usual place(I had sneaked all the others out in the 
trash), I stood up to think. I pulled on my pants, and got 
on my bike. I rode to the other end of town where no one 
knew me, and went into the supermarket. For some reason, I 
still had trouble getting up the guts to go into the diaper 
supply isle, and finally had to force myself. I picked up 
some oil, powder, and Desitin, as well as rash preventing 
wipes. Quickly taking my purchases to the express lane, I 
stood there trying to keep anyone from noticing what I was 
buying. When my turn finally came, I just threw the stuff 
down, and stood there feeling my heart was going to burst 
waiting for the girl to scan the items. Finally, it was done 
and I threw the money at her and ran out the door. As I 
quickly peddled home, I looked at my watch and saw my 
brother would be home from his friend's house soon. I 
quickened up the pace, and made it home minutes before he 
did.
	I locked the door to my room, and stripped off my 
pants. I applied the Desitin to my entire diaper area 
(wincing as I did it), and then pulled my pants up. 2 hours 
later, I had beaten my highest score, and my rash felt a 
little better, but hurt whenever I moved or sat. Mom called 
us to dinner, and as I sat on the hard wood chair, all the 
pressure on my rash was a sudden sharp pain! Half way 
through dinner, Dad noticed me wincing.
	"Son, why do you keep doing that every time you move?"
	"Doing what, Dad?"
	"Wincing."
	"I...uh....fell on my tailbone today."
	"Are you okay? Do you think we should take you to the 
Doctor?"
	"No, really, I'm fine."
	"All right....."
	As soon as bedtime came, I went into my room, oiled and 
powdered myself (and treated my rash) and put on the diaper. 
Deciding to go to bed dry this time, I went to sleep.
	
Part 4: The Movies

	I woke up to a knock on my door. Bleary-eyed, and not 
even thinking about my diaper, I pulled on a pair of pants 
and walked to the door. Outside was my friend Brian.
	"Hey Danny! Wanna go to the movies with us?"
	"Sure! Whatr'ya gonna see?"
	"The Wedding Singer."
	"Cool, Cmon in, lemme put on my shoes."
	It was then that I realized that I still had my diaper 
on! Carefully pulling down my long shirttail, I moved as 
quickly as I could to the couch, and pulled on my shoes. 
Brian looked at me kind of funny, but said nothing. It was 
then that I noticed I had wet my diaper overnight! Kind of 
shocking, but I dismissed it as I had bigger fish to fry. We 
left the house, my damp diaper rubbing up against my crotch, 
and soon arrived at the theater. After picking up drinks and 
snacks, we proceeded inside.
	During the movie, I noticed that I really had to pee 
from the half a jumbo Coke I'd consumed during the first 
half. I just let it go in my diaper while the movie went on. 
By the time I left the theater, I could feel my diaper was 
sagging from the weight of the pee in it, and I could smell 
myself if I really tried. During the walk home, we 
reiterated the best parts, and joked around. It was half way 
home that I realized I had to poop, not only poop, but poop 
RIGHT NOW!. I started walking quicker, but my friends made 
me wait up for them. The power was getting stronger behind 
the blast, and I was struggling to keep it back. Finally, 
split off from the group, and as soon as I turned the 
corner, I pooped my diaper! Quickly a soft warm paste filled 
the seat of the diaper and quickly spread into my crotch. 
The poop, while feeling good, did aggravate the remnants of 
my rash from a few days ago, but I didn't care. I got home 
and stripped off everything except for the diaper. I stood 
in front of the mirror, modeling for myself as the diaper 
hung off of my hips with the weight of it's contents. 
Finally, due to the impending arrival of my brother, I 
stripped off the diaper, and QUADRUPLE bagged it after 
dumping the poop in the toilet. I climbed into the shower 
and sprayed all of the excess poop off of my body. I got 
dressed, and quickly disposed of the diaper down the sewer 
(it would stink too much).
	The rest of the day went uneventfully, I cleaned the 
tub from stem to stern to get rid of the poop particles that 
had settled in it. Mom and Dad came home, and we went 
through the usual ritual of dinner and "how was your day". 
That night as I climbed into bed with my diaper on, I 
thought about how nice it felt, and how happy I was 
diapered. From underneath the table, I pulled my pacifier 
which I had retrieved from the attic earlier, put it in my 
mouth, and began to suck.

Part 5: A Runny Problem

	I woke up slowly, groaning as I rolled over in my bed. 
I noticed that for some reason, I felt different this 
morning. As usual, out of habit, I felt down to my diaper to 
squish the gels, and did so. But it then occurred to me that 
there should be no gels to squish, as I hadn't wet before 
going to bed. I felt a bit concerned at that point, that is, 
until the smell hit me. Immediately I jumped out of bed and 
dropped the diaper to the floor. I had messed as well! 
Staring back at me was one of the messiest diapers I'd seen! 
I quadruple bagged it and threw it under my bed. Quickly I 
got in the shower to wash off the runny poop, and then 
disposed of the diaper the way I had done the day before. As 
I was walking quickly to the grate, I noticed I had to poop 
again! I quickly squished my cheeks together, but as this 
was a strong bout of diarrhea, it was to no avail. Halfway 
back to the house, I exploded into my pants! Shaken, I 
quickly went back, showered and THIS time put a diaper on, 
as I had to throw the underwear in the bottom of the kitchen 
trash. I knew if my parents found this, then they would just 
have a "talk" with me and let me off the hook.
	3 hours and 2 poopy diapers later, it seemed as if the 
diarrhea was subsiding, as I hadn't pooped in an hour. The 
diapers had held it all in, and I still felt comfortable 
even though I was sitting in messy diapers. It was at this 
time, that I reached a decision. I LOVE DIAPERS! I decided 
that I never wanted to use the toilet again! NEVER! I 
changed into a clean diaper and a pair of sweatpants, and 
waited for my parents to come home.
	Mom was late getting home, and when she walked in the 
door she handed Steve and I each a package. Inside were 
several packs of underwear.
	"I noticed you guys' underwear was getting a bit ratty, 
so I thought you could both do with some new pairs," said 
Mom.
	Great, exactly the opposite of what I wanted. Still 
firm in my resolve, I headed to take my shower. I had 
stripped off the other diaper(which was poopy) before Mom 
came home, so there was nothing to give away my plan. I 
stepped out of the shower, and dried my diaper area 
carefully. I then reached into the cabinet and yanked out 
the baby powder. Dusting it over my diaper area, I then 
pulled the clean diaper I had fetched into my crotch. 
Satisfied it was on good and tight, I left the bathroom 
crinkling and waddling as I entered the den. The room was 
dark as they were all watching TV, and no one noticed my 
diaper as I sat down on the couch. I tried to move around 
more than usual, but everyone was too absorbed in the movie 
to notice the crinkling sound or the baby powder smell. 
During the commercial Mom turned to me.
	"Danny, you put on that new underwear I got you, 
right?"
	This was the moment........
	"No."
	"Why not? Don't you want fresh clean underwear?"
	"No."
	"You'd rather wear ratty stained undies?"
	"No."
	"Then what do you want to wear?"
	I hesitated, knowing that there was no turning back now
	"Diapers."
	"Huh?"
	"Diapers, I want to wear diapers."
	"Diapers?"
	"Diapers."
	"You're a big boy, you don't need diapers like Jimmy 
does."
	"Yes I do."
	"Well they don't make them for kids your age."
	"Yes they do."
	"How do you know that?"
	"I'm wearing one."
	"You're What?"
	"Wearing one."
	"YOU'RE WHAT?!??!?!?!?!"
	Mom reached over and flicked on the light, and my 
diaper gleamed in the sudden brightness. This was enough to 
draw Dad and Steve into the fray.
	"You go up there right now and take off that diaper, 
young man. You don't need to wear diapers, and I won't have 
my 8 year old son wearing them! And bring down any others 
you have up there!"
	"But Mom! I bought them with my own money, so they're 
mine!"
	"I don't care, I won't have a baby for a son!"
	It was then that Dad interjected.
	"Son, why do you want to wear diapers?"
	"Because they make me feel good. They're soft and 
comfy, smell nice and make me feel safe and warm."
	"Hmmm, I'm not sure if I approve of this, but it IS 
your decision and YOUR money. You do realize that other kids 
will laugh at you don't you? And that none of us will change 
you?"
	"Yeah, I've been doing fine by myself."
	"As long as you keep yourself clean, and don't leave 
diapers around the house, I don't care."
	"John! How can you say that?"
	"Because my parents scrutinized every independent thing 
I thought of when I was growing up, and I'm not doing that 
to my kid."
	"Danny, I think it would be better if you went up to 
bed while we discuss this."
	I went up and snuggled under the covers. I could hear 
them talking for over an hour as I lay there occasionally 
wetting my diaper. What would they decide?

Part 6: Response

	I woke up that morning to Mom shaking the me awake.
	"C'mon Danny, you need to get up!"
	"I don't wanna!" I moaned.
	"We've gotta go out, get up!"
	Finally she got me up and told me to take a shower. I 
walked into the bathroom and untaped my drooping diaper. It 
was halfway through my shower that I realized that Mom 
hadn't said one word about what happened last night. As I 
pulled some pants over my freshly changed diaper, I wondered 
where we were going.
	I waddled out to the car, diaper crinkling, and buckled 
myself in. Mom was in the car talking on her cell phone.
	"Yes, uh huh, we're leaving now. 15 minutes."
	"Mom, where are we going?"
	"Shopping, we're meeting my friend."
	"Okay."
	It was then that Mom engaged the automatic door locks, 
something she never does. I began to get suspicious....
	We pulled into a long winding road. I commented to mom 
that this was a weird mall we were going to, but she ignored 
me. We pulled up to a door of a building, and two men were 
outside waiting. Mom unlocked my door, and the 2 guys 
grabbed me! Kicking and yelling I was pulled inside and into 
a small room. I was quickly strapped to the bed and my 
clothes were cut off, leaving me in only a diaper. A shot 
was given to me, and I quickly entered blackness.
	I awoke groggily, still not sure of where I was at the 
time. A nurse was standing there with my mother, talking 
quietly. I tried to get up, but noticed I was efficiently 
strapped to the bed. I could hear things being muttered 
(they had their backs to me) like "..crazy..., trying to 
hurt himself...toilet training...diapers...." Finally I 
called out:
	"MOM!!"
	"Yes, Danny,"
	"Why did you do this to me????"
	"Danny, you're sick. Wearing diapers will make you 
incontinent all your life. When they changed you, I saw that 
huge rash on your butt. Wearing those diapers fully loaded 
for so long can and will have a serious impact on your 
health. I have to stop it now."
	"MOM!!!!! I WANT TO WEAR DIAPERS!!! I LOVE 
DIAPERS!!!!!!!!!! LET...ME...GO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
	"Sorry Danny, I want them to look at you for a few 
days."
	"Mom!"
	It was then that another nurse came in carrying a 
diaper.
	"Why are you putting another diaper on him? I agreed 
while he was sedated, but aren't we here to stop this?"
	"Hospital policy ma'am, anyone due to be confined under 
the age of 16 is diapered as a precaution.
	"Well, just don't let him enjoy it!"
	By this time my diaper was pretty darn wet. I was also 
feeling the urge to poop begin. It was still diarrhea, and I 
was trying to hold it in.
	"Now Danny, do you promise NOT to struggle when I 
unstrap your legs to change you? Or do you want to stay in 
that soaking diaper?"
	"I promise."
	She expertly unstrapped one leg at a time, and began to 
change me. It was at this point, just as she removed the 
diaper that I lost control. Poop went everywhere, all over 
the mattress sheet, my butt, and her hands. She quickly went 
over, changed her gloves and washed her hands and got 
another diaper. She put down disposable towels between me 
and the poop, and finished changing me. She then called 
several male nurses in, to move me. They arrived with the 
same type of bed, but on wheels, and I was transferred to 
the cart.
	"Mom, please. Think about it, do I look crazy?"
	"I want the doctors to look at you, that's all, Danny. 
They're the best and will cure you of this weird desire. 
You're not a baby, and you need to know that."
	"I DO know that, but diapers are better for ME, maybe 
not everyone, but ME!"
	"We're not discussing it anymore, Danny."
	It was then that I was wheeled down the hall. I could 
see my Mom standing in the hallway, watching. She turned 
away for a second, looking upset, and then left the 
building.
	"MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Part 7: Going Mental

	The male nurses wheeled my cart into a large dim room 
full of boxes on legs. They wheeled my cart over to one, and 
the closer nurse unlocked it. I was quickly unstrapped and 
dumped in. I tried to stand up, but they slammed the top 
down. I sat on my diapered rear, reflecting on all that had 
happened to me.
	It was then that I noticed the slats in the box. I was 
in a crib! I tried to see if I could break the top, but all 
I did was hang on the solid wood slats. As my eyes adjusted 
to the dim light, I could see a boy, also clad in nothing 
but a diaper, staring at me from the crib next to me.
	"Hello," he whispered.
	"Hi," I said back nervously.
	"What're you in for?"
	"Buying diapers and using them."
	"Wow, same here except I used my brother's. My Dad beat 
me till I was in a coma for 6 months, I've been here for 
over 3 years, and I don't know where my brother is, or my 
mother... if only I could see......
	With this he started bawling and shaking, I could feel 
the pain rolling off of him in waves, and I started tearing 
up in response. I felt so sorry for this boy, at least I was 
pretty sure that both of my parents loved me, but was I that 
sure, given where they put me?
	Several nurses came into the room, and gave the boy a 
shot which put him to sleep almost immediately. Taking the 
hint, I decided to hit the hay myself, rolling over on the 
plastic sheet that covered the mattress of the crib.
	I awoke with sunlight streaming through the barred 
window of the room. The nurses were going by each crib, 
giving each boy (all well diapered) a bottle. The irony of 
the place where my parents sent me was not lost, by the way. 
I got my bottle and rocked back in my crib gripping it with 
my feet and sucking vigorously. As I completed the bottle, I 
noticed myself feeling unusually peaceful. Deciding that 
that slightly bitter taste must've been some tranquilizers, 
I made the best of it and filled my already damp diapers to 
the brim. It was about 10 minutes before the changing nurse 
reached my crib. She opened it up the top after making me 
promise not to try anything, and put me down on her portable 
changing table. Quickly and efficiently she changed my 
diaper, and a garment like a sleeper, but with short sleeves 
and short legs on it, and Velcro in the crotch on me. She 
then patted my diapered behind and sent me into "the day 
room." I noticed the diaper I had on now was even thicker 
than the one I had on before, so walking was a bit 
difficult. I noticed the boy from the night before playing 
SORRY! with a couple other boys. I walked over to him.
	"Hi, I'm Danny, are you feeling better now?"
	"Yeah, much better. I'm Scott, by the way."
	"What exactly is this place? My Mom just kind of dumped 
me here."
	"Oh, this is a hospital for boys with odd behaviors, 
they're supposed to cure us. I've just been here for 2 years 
because they took me away from my parents, and no one wants 
to adopt an 8 year old in diapers. In fact, I've lost all 
control from being in diapers so long. The medication 
doesn't help, either."
	Two nurses were talking in the background.
	"Johnny is holding his bowel movements AGAIN. We have 
no choice but to give him ANOTHER enema. This is so 
annoying! He could just let it go like EVERYONE else here, 
but Noooo, he has to be different! Johnny! Come here and 
report to Exam #3!"
	A boy got up from the table and waddled grinning toward 
the door. Scott and the other kid motioned for me to take 
his place.
	"What's an enema?"
	"That's where they stick a tube up your butt and pump 
in a special fluid to make you poop. Johnny loves them and 
that's why he's here. He asked his teacher to give him an 
enema every day until he reported it to his parents. They 
sent him here. Billy over here likes to be tied up. His Dad 
is a cop, and he kept taking his handcuffs and locking 
himself all over the house. You might say that we'd be a 
challenge for even Freud to figure out!" he finished, 
smiling.
	It was then that the head nurse announced lunch, and we 
all filed into the cafeteria. Bibs were tied around our 
necks, and we ate cut up hot dogs and beans. I noticed one 
kid in particular wolfing down the beans. I asked Scott if 
they were his favorite.
	"Oh yeah, he's in here for trying to light his farts, 
ALL THE TIME! You'll see him pretending to flick a lighter 
next to his diaper, which of course protects against this," 
He grinned.
	As I left to go back to the day room, a nurse grabbed 
me and said, "Not you Danny, you and Scotty have to go to 
group now. Scotty, show him the way, okay?"
	"This should be interesting," I thought as we waddled 
down the hall.

Part 8: Group

	We entered a room with 6 comfy chairs arranged in a 
circle. Johnny, Scott, and the one who liked to light farts 
sat in chairs across from me. A man entered the room, and an 
aide locked the door from the outside.
	"Hello everyone, how have you all been this week? As 
you can see, we have a new member of our group today, his 
name's Danny. Danny, why don't you tell everyone why you're 
here?"
	"I bought, wore, and used diapers that I mail ordered, 
so my parents sent me here to find out what's "wrong" with 
me."
	"Okay, good. The topic we're discussing today is how 
your diapers make you feel, and how you can find those 
feelings elsewhere. Scott?"
	"Well, we could imagine ourselves doing it, and that 
might help."
	"Good, any others? Billy?"
	"I don't want my diapers on, It gets in my way."
	"Well, we all know that they're on for your protection. 
Remember the burn unit? You were flat on your stomach for 2 
weeks last time, healing from those burns. Danny?"
	"I can't feel as good anywhere but in my diapers."
	"Hmmm. Well, I'd like all you boys to fill out this 
form for me, can you do that?"
	He handed us all several sheets of paper with questions 
printed on it. I started mine.

PLEASE FILL OUT 1=STRONGLY AGREE 4=STRONGLY DISAGREE

1-Diapers make me feel complete
2-If I could never be potty trained, but have to have a 
different set of parents, would I do it?
3-Do I feel bad in a messy diaper?
4-Do I find toilets inhibiting?
5-Do I like to suck on things?
6-Do cribs make me feel safe inside?
7-I like to be fed in a high chair
8-Thick diapers make me feel safe
9-I like to wear baby clothes
10-I hate diapers
11-I like to use toilets
12-I hate this place
13-I like bunk beds
14-I like to have my bottom played with
15-I like cloth diapers

	I filled the whole thing out, and handed it to the 
doctor. He left the room for a moment when everyone was 
done, and then came back with a small device with a 
pendulum. He set it on the table and turned on a small 
light.
	"Now boys, look at this light as I slowly count 
backwards from 10. 10, 9, 8, 7...(I black out)

		FROM THE LOG OF DR JULIAN RICKETTS

	The boys went to sleep after the hypnosis began, I gave 
them each an injection to make the suggestions stick better 
and began. My original patient, Scott Jacobs has 
successfully been made incontinent, so it is time to begin 
the next phase of his training. I have introduced the desire 
to suck his thumb. It should manifest itself in the next few 
days. To the new patient, Daniel Williams, I am reinforcing 
his desire to wear diapers. Billy Johnson is still being 
treated for his pyromania(with anal concentration), so his 
regression cannot begin until a later date. John Buford has 
been having constant problems with holding back, so I will 
make sure that he has a bowel movement every 36 hours or 
more, but will still make sure his treatments continue. This 
concludes this treatment session. I do believe that Scott 
and Daniel should live together, as their interests are 
similar. Since Scott is an orphan, this will not be a 
problem. I think they will both be ready for release soon.
	I woke up in my crib with a loaded diaper, wondering 
what had happened????

Part 9: Fire in the Hole

	Scott and I were sitting together in the day room when 
the nurses came in and got us all ready for bedtime. As it 
was a warm spring night, they had us all strip down to our 
diapers before we climbed in the crib. Billy was hanging out 
by the back tables and the nurse's station, and was the last 
to be inserted into his crib. They turned out all the lights 
except in the nurses station, and I could hear that many 
were already asleep. I was about to drink my bedtime bottle, 
when I saw nurses in the booth talking.
	"...wanna go out for a quick cup of coffee?"
	"Sure, hold on, lemme grab my coat...."
	They left the station, and as usual, left the station 
door unlocked because "how could 8 year olds in locked steel 
cribs get out?" Well, they were about to find out.
	I heard a rattling and looked over at Billy, who was 
using a set of keys to unlock his crib. He climbed out and 
quickly headed over to the nurse's station. He rummaged 
through the drawers there, and found a lighter (why it was 
there beats me, they expressly forbade them) and the keys to 
his plastic pants. Quickly he unlocked them ,and stripped 
off his diaper. For a second, he relished the feel of an 
undiapered bottom, and then walked over to the "diaper 
closet" where all of our changing materials were kept. I 
could tell that Billy was trying to hold in a big one, 
because his face was all red. He quickly turned around, 
opened the cabinet, presented his posterior, and flicked his 
Bic. Immediately a huge burst of flaming flatulence burst 
from his bunghole, quickly lighting the hundreds of diapers 
on fire. The flames grew, and many children started waking 
up and crying. The two nurses came back into the room at 
this point, and saw the flame. Immediately they sprung into 
action. One of them grabbed Billy and strapped him into a 
wheelchair, while the other hit the quick release button for 
all the cribs and started helping the younger kids out. We 
all got out of the bedroom fast as a bunch of male nurses 
came down with the fire extinguishers. Finally, the fire was 
out, but when we were all back in our cribs, we noticed that 
Billy's was empty. Figuring he was getting hell, we all went 
back to sleep.
	The next morning, I was awakened by a smiling nurse, 
who was in the middle of changing Scott's diaper.

Part 10: Homecoming

	"MOM!" is all I could say. "Why did you do this to me? 
Are you going to let me come home? I have a new friend here, 
who really needs to leave, Can you please let me out?"
	The words just came pouring out. After I calmed down, 
Mom explained that she had been fully informed by the entire 
hospital staff about what had happened, and was very pleased 
with my progress(??). She also said that they had already 
adopted Scott, and that we were going home tomorrow!!!!
	That night we were locked in our cribs for the last 
time, and sucked on our night bottles for the last time. The 
next morning, we had our diapers changed by the capable 
nurses, and instead of the usual "uniform", we had a normal 
looking onesie stretched over our diapers that had already 
been covered by plastic pants. Then, sweat pants that 
snapped up both legs were pulled over our diapers, and we 
were lead by the hand to the large mesh gate that blocked 
the entrance. Mom was waiting outside of our mini-van, and 
Scott and I were lead over to it. Mom opened the door, and 
inside were 2 car seats! 2 nurses lifted us into them and we 
were strapped in. For some reason all of this didn't bother 
me. I don't know why, but it seemed very natural.
	We arrived home, and Dad helped Mom unload the car of 
us. We were led by the hand into my room, which had 
obviously undergone a makeover.
	In the middle of the room was the largest crib I had 
ever seen! All 4 sides lowered, and there was a bumper all 
around it! 2 mobiles hung from the ceiling, and there was a 
large changing table in the corner. I opened a cabinet and 
inside must've been over 200 diapers! Both cloth and 
disposable! In another cabinet I found it split into 2 
sides, one marked "Danny" and the other "Scotty", both in 
baby block print. Inside of each of these sides were 
onesies, snap pants, shirts, everything!
	By this time, my diaper was so wet, that without the 
support of the onesie, it would be leaking. I told Mom, and 
she decided to change us both before giving us "the talk." 
We were both taken out to the living room, and the rules 
were laid down:

	1-We are NEVER to be out of diapers, except during 
changes and baths.
	2-We are only allowed to wear normal clothes when Mom 
and Dad tell us to.
	3-We are not allowed to change ourselves.
	4-bedtime is now 9PM, like it or not.
	5-We may feed ourselves, but only from the high chairs.

	Again, strangely enough, none of these restrictions 
seemed bad to us at all, and we quickly agreed to all of it. 
That being said, our snap pants were taken off, and we had 
free reign of the house in our onesies. I quickly went to 
the computer and checked my mail (which was backed up 2 
weeks) Scott and I then cruised the latest page updates, and 
wet our diapers.
	About an hour later, my brother came in, took one look 
at me and Scott, and burst out laughing! He went over to the 
tray on my night table( on which was a rainbow of pacifiers 
and bottles), grabbed a bottle, and lay on the floor sucking 
saying "gah gah goo!"
	"Cut it out, man!"
	"Make me, BABY! Heehee! I can't get over the fact that 
my brother is standing in front of me wearing a diaper, and 
trying to tell me what to do! I thought you were joking that 
night! HAHAH!"
	Mom came in.
	"Steven, you cut that out right now! Your brother has 
had some problems, but now he's going to be just fine! And 
look what you did to Scott! You haven't known him more than 
3 minutes, and already you're making fun of him!"
	"But Mom, they're both wearing diapers! And they live 
in a baby room!"
	"I don't want to hear it, young man! You go to your 
room, and I don't want to see you for the rest of the 
night!!"
	Scott stalked off to his room, and Mom got dinner 
ready. We all sat down to eat, and Mom and Dad got 
acquainted with Scott. It struck me as odd that they adopted 
him without even meeting him, but I guessed it was their way 
of apologizing for sending me to that home.
	We finished dinner, and Mom took us into our room for a 
change. She picked me up and strapped me tightly and 
securely to the table. She then unsnapped my onesie and 
lovingly changed my diaper. Scott was next, and as he was 
poopy, it took quite a bit longer. When she was done, we 
were taken into the TV room to play.
	Promptly at 8:00, we were both taken to the bathroom. 
We have a really large tub, as all of our family likes to 
soak, and Dad's 6'6". We both had our onesies stripped off, 
and, after Mom was sure that we had "emptied", she put us in 
the tub. First she washed us from head to toe, and as she 
was washing my hair, I saw some bubbles come up from Scott, 
and logs start flowing down the river!
	"Scott!" Mom admonished him playfully.
	Mom cleaned out the tub, and we were dried off and put 
into night diapers. These were no ordinary night diapers, 
these are a solid inch thick, with heavy elastic at the leg 
holes and top, sealed sides and a really soft feel. As it 
was still warm, we climbed into our brand new cribs and 
snuggled up to the pillows. I felt so soft, safe and secure! 
Mom started the mobiles above our heads that had a very 
soothing tone to them, I could feel myself getting sleepy 
already. We were handed bottles of warm milk, and were left 
to ourselves.
	I looked over at the crib next to me, and saw Scott 
already fast asleep, sucking quietly on his bottle in the 
fetal position. I finished my bottle, and tucked a nice 
pacifier between my lips. I snuggled into my pillow, and 
went to sleep one happy baby.

Part 11: The Nanny

	Scott and I both woke up in our brand new cribs very 
wet, so much in fact that we were starting to leak through 
the plastic pants. We looked at each other, grinned, and 
started crying! Mom came in her nightgown, hair still messed 
up, and bleary eyed. She looked a bit confused when she saw 
us, but quickly brightened up and lowered the rail on my 
crib.
	I was lifted out and placed on the changing table. The 
strap was put in place across my chest, and a pacifier 
placed in my mouth. She pulled off the soaked night diaper, 
and commented on it's incredible weight. She then cleaned me 
up and put me into a heavy duty day diaper(only 2/3 inch 
thick) and placed me in the playpen in the living room in 
just my diaper! A few minutes later, she arrived with Scott, 
and we sat there watching cartoons and sucking on our 
bottles.
	Mom announced that breakfast was ready, and Dad let us 
both out of our playpens and into the kitchen where Mom was 
dishing up bacon and eggs. We were both locked into our high 
chairs, and handed forks(dull ones) and dug in. Afterwards, 
plastic pants were stretched over our diapers, and outfits 
like we wore at the hospital were put on. When Scott 
complained, Mom told him that they were practical, and not 
to worry, as he wasn't going back. Scott seemed to accept 
this, and settled down again.
	Suddenly, something occurred to me...
	"Mom, where's Steve?"
	"Oh, he left early this morning for summer Scout camp, 
remember the 3 week trip?"
	I had forgotten about it, and dismissed it as nothing. 
All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door! Mom went to 
answer it, and Scott and I hoped they would just go away, as 
we really didn't want to be seen like this. Mom opened the 
door, and there stood a nurse-looking woman in a white 
uniform. She stepped in the door, and placed her purse on 
the counter.
	Mom turned to us and said:
	"Boys, this is Jennifer, she's your new nanny as I 
can't stay home to care for you. Be respectful, and follow 
the rules. She has full authority, understand?"
	"Yes, Mom."
	Mom then left, and since Dad had gone while we were 
still eating, we were alone with our new sitter. She stood 
there for a second, sizing us up, and we did the same. Of 
course, we must've looked a bit silly with our faces smeared 
with jam. Finally, she spoke:
	"Hi boys! I'm Jenny! How are you two?"
	"Fiiine."
	"That's great! Now, do my two boys want to play a 
game?"
	"Yeah!"
	"OK, how about Chutes and ladders?"
	"YAY!"
	We got out the board from the closet, and started to 
play. My luck seemed to be down today, as Scott was hitting 
as many ladders as I did chutes! Jenny of course was hitting 
each equally, and finally Scott won.
	"All right Scotty! You won!" She handed him a cookie.
	"But Danny, you didn't win, so you know what you get? A 
PANKING!!"
	She picked me up, and started to pank my diaper softly. 
It felt so good, just hearing the plastic crinkle and the 
diaper being pushed against my buttocks. I didn't want it to 
stop! Finally she put me down.
	"Well Danny, as I could smell, I think someone needs a 
change."
	"Yeah" I said sheepishly.
	"That's what I'm here for! Scott, let me check you 
while I'm at it."
	She inserted her finger into the leg of his diaper, and 
pronounced him dry enough not to need a change. She strapped 
me to the table, and proceeded to change me with wonderful 
loving care. After this, we all settled down in front of the 
TV to watch M*A*S*H* and we were each given a bottle and 
instructed to "rest on the floor."
	When the show had ended, we were both given a much-
needed diaper change, and were tucked into our cribs for an 
afternoon nap.
	"I have a surprise for you boys!"
	Out of a bag, she took 2 new mobiles with different 
shiny objects hanging from them. She quickly attached them 
to our cribs and switched them on. Immediately they produced 
a low thrumming sound that was immensely soothing, I sucked 
my pacifier harder and let out a nice coo as I wet my 
diaper, I could see that Scott was already about to pass out 
as well. As soon as Jenny said "Sleep Tight" We were out 
like a light.
	When we awoke, we both agreed that we felt really good! 
Jenny came and changed us, and put us in our highchairs as 
she was about to serve up dinner. Mom came in the door, and 
commented on how cute we looked, and sat down to read the 
paper. Dad came in and did much the same. Dinner was full of 
Mom and Dad asking Jenny questions about her past, and 
telling her how much she would like her new room (the old 
guest room). They also questioned her about how we were 
doing, and whether we were good. To this she answered in the 
affirmative, and told Mom and Dad what good babies we are.
	After Dinner, Dad put each of us on a knee, and played 
Horsey with us. Scott stayed on longer than I could, but 
once I got the hang of it, I beat him a few times! Then we 
raced our slot cars for about an hour, till it was time for 
our favorite show, In Living Color(in reruns).
	Just then Jenny came in.
	"No no no babies! You can't watch that show! It's not 
for you!"
	"But it's our favorite show! C'mon!"
	"No buts, when Jenny says no, she means NO!"
	To prove her point, she switched off the TV, and picked 
us up by the handles that sere sewn into the "sleepers" that 
we had never noticed before! We were placed in separate 
playpens with no toys to wait until bedtime.
	"Now babies, have you learned not to cross Jenny?" she 
asked as she walked into the room.
	"Yes, Jenny."
	"That's good, because now it's bedtime!"
	She took us back to our room, and put me on the 
changing table. After coating me with a liberal coating of 
oil, Desitin and powder, my thick night diaper was taped 
shut and secure, and I was put into my crib. Scott soon 
joined me, and we were fast asleep to the thrumming of our 
mobiles. The only sound as Jenny closed the door, was that 
soft, safe thrumming, and the occasional suck on a pacifier, 
so tightly held in our mouths......
	Suddenly I found myself sitting in a highchair with 
books and pencils in front of me. In a recessed well of the 
chair was a bottle, and around me were about 15 other boys, 
all wearing just a diaper and going over notes. I looked 
down at myself, and saw that I was similarly attired. To my 
right, I could see the boy was pooping his diaper, as his 
face looked red and strained from the effort. I wet my 
diaper, and took a few pulls from 	the bottle sitting in 
front of me.
	The classroom door opened, and in stepped a woman in a 
white uniform. She flicked on the overhead projector, and 
put a Pampers ad onto it.
	"Notice class, how happy this baby looks, as he is 
wearing just his soft, safe diapers. He doesn't have a care 
in the world."
	She then switched over to a Pull-Ups ad.
	"This child is obviously a sad baby, look at his eyes! 
His diapers are being taken away from him, and he wants them 
to stay! He wants to feel soft, safe, and secure, just like 
all of you do, because you're wearing what, class?"
	"Diapers."
	"What makes you feel good?"
	"Diapers."
	"What do you want to be like, the Pampers baby, or the 
Pull-Ups baby?"
	"Pampers."
	"What do you love?"
	"Diapers."
	"Now as I can see you are all wet......."
	At this point I woke up, feeling extremely happy, I 
pondered the dream, but the slow soothing thrumming of the 
mobile quickly had me back asleep before I could make much 
sense out of it.

Part 12: A Visit

	I woke up in the wettest diaper I'd ever had. Scott was 
still asleep, and as I didn't want to wake him I was quiet. 
I got up on my knees, plastic cover crinkling as I did so, 
and felt the crotch of my diaper droop quite a bit down. As 
I wet again, I felt small dribbles of pee begin to leak out 
of the leg holes. Deciding that I really needed a change, I 
took a good leap and managed to hook one of my legs on the 
crib rail. With this I managed to slide my wet and poopy 
butt over the rail, and onto the floor.
	As I was still groggy, I didn't even think of the rules 
that had been dictated to us. And as I was finishing wiping 
myself, Jenny came in!!
	"What do you think you're doing, Danny?"
	"Uhhhhhh."
	"You know that you're not allowed to change yourself!"
	"Yeahh...welll."
	"Danny, I'm afraid we'll have to do something since you 
won't follow the rules."
	At this point, Mom came in.
	"What's wrong Jenny?"
	"Danny is changing his own diaper."
	"DANNY! You know you're not allowed to do that!"
	"Sorryyyy...."
	"No, Sorry isn't good enough Danny. I'm afraid I'll 
have to go out and get something to take care of this 
problem. In the meantime, Jenny finish changing him and 
dress him."
	Scott and I were changed and dressed, and brought out 
to the kitchen for breakfast. Scott got a bowl of Rice 
Krispies, but I got a bowl of mashed prunes!
	"Ewwww... I'm not eating that," I said, pushing it 
away."	"Oh yes you are, young man! You changed your own 
diaper, so now in return you'll be having a lot of diaper 
changes!
	"Aww C'mon, he just forgot!" piped in Scott.
	"Doesn't matter, too bad, he had his chance to be 
good," said Jenny.
	Just then, there was a knock on the door! "Who is it 
this time?" I wondered with a mental shudder. Jenny smiled 
and went and opened the door. Standing there was a lady 
about Jenny's age, who was holding a 2 year old in her arms, 
and on either side of her were 2 6 year old boys, wearing 
onesies and diapers!
	"Boys, this is Sarah, her son Jeremy, and her charges 
Josh and Joe. Say hello, boys."
	"Hewwo."
	"Josh and Joe, say hello, you to Jeremy." said Sarah.
	"Hewwo."
	"OK, now that we all know each other, why don't you 
guys all play?"
	We were released from our highchairs, and Sarah 
produced a giant playpen from her very large van. It was big 
enough to hold 10 kids! After it was set up in the back 
yard, we were all placed inside, and a netting placed over 
the top "to keep out the bugs." It looked strong enough to 
stop Godzilla, however. I crawled over to Joe, who was lying 
on his back with a blank stare in his eyes. Josh was sitting 
up, sucking on his fingers.
	"Hi, Josh," I said
	"Hewwwoo," he responded
	"How long have you worn diapers?"
	"H..how wongg? I wear dem for 2 yeaws!"
	After a longer conversation with Josh, I realized that 
the kid had the mind of a 2 year old. Possibly he's 
retarded, I thought, until I talked with Scott about Joe, 
and he said Joe was even "younger." We had both become 
suspicious about Jenny in the past few hours. What was her 
real purpose here? When we had given up on the 2 older ones, 
it turned out that Jeremy was a lot of fun to play with, and 
even managed to include Josh and Joe in some of our games.
	True to the prediction, by lunch time I was filled up 
pretty well in the diaper area. Joe had been messy since 
before he got here, but wasn't changed all morning, just 
like the rest of us. Sarah and Jenny spent the morning 
gabbing and watching all of us play with the various toys 
that they threw in from time to time.
	As lunch time approached, we were all getting a bit 
uncomfortable in our loaded diapers, and while Jenny cooked 
lunch, Sarah declared a mass changing session. She took out 
5 identical plastic changing blankets, and placed diapers in 
the appropriate sizes next to each one of them. First she 
took out Jeremy and placed him on the blanket. As he hadn't 
had anything on except a diaper to begin with, he was given 
a toy and lovingly changed, after which he was put in the 
"finished area" of his highchair. Joe was next, and he was 
changed in much the same fashion, except he just lay there. 
He was propped up and fed a bottle. Josh, Scott and myself 
were changed and placed in our highchairs as our lunch of 
English muffin pizzas was placed before us.
	We dug in, but were surprised to see that Josh and Joe 
waited. Sarah walked in front of them, and cut up their 
pizzas into small bits, and then proceeded to feed them to 
them piece by piece. We watched in between bites until it 
was Jeremy's turn, who could feed himself. Joe, on the other 
hand, was held by Sarah in her lap, as she gave him several 
different bottles. He sucked eagerly, and cried when they 
were removed from his mouth. Finally he was finished, and 
Sarah put him over her shoulder and burped him. This done, 
she put him into a carrier bed.
	After lunch, it was naptime, and we were all trooped 
into the nursery where 3 inflatable cribs were set up. Each 
of the visiting babies were placed into these cribs and 
their mobiles were attached to a special adhesive strip on 
the cribs. The humming started and we all fell asleep.
	A mobile spun faster and faster in front of my eyes, 
with the words "Let Go Let Go" spinning out of it with every 
rotation. Suddenly I dropped into the middle of the street, 
and looked around me to see that every person on the street 
was wearing nothing but a diaper. They all looked so nice, 
and beckoned to me with every shake of their well padded 
posteriors. I moved out among them, and began to mingle with 
the people of all ages. To the side, I noticed Doug and his 
gang(bullies from school) in just their underwear beating up 
some poor kids for their money. Immediately I felt loathing 
for him, and wanted to be as far away from him as possible. 
They saw me and circled me, singing, "I'm a big kid now!"
	I cowered down and covered my head.
	I woke up covered in sweat, and quickly reached down to 
my night bottle and began sucking. I curled up in the fetal 
position to contemplate what was happening. Spontaneously, I 
kicked at the mobile and managed to whack it a good one. It 
stopped! Panicking, I kicked it again and it started up. The 
low, soft thrumming soon put me to sleep again.
	Dinner smells were in the air when I woke up again. 
Sarah was packing away the inflatable cribs, and Jenny was 
changing Jeremy on the table. With that task completed, 
Sarah led the three out to the van, and buckled them into 
their car seats. She took off in a whirlwind of dust leaving 
us alone in the house.
	"Your parents called and said they were going out 
tonight boys, that means we have the whole night together to 
have fun!" "I've rented some movies, and we can play games 
OK? Does that sound like fun?
	We both thought so :) So we ended up watching "The Bad 
News Bears" and "Real Genius," the latter being one of my 
favorite movies! Jenny popped popcorn, but insisted on 
feeding it to us. Neither of us seemed to mind. At 9PM, the 
movies were over and Jenny tucked us into our cribs, warm 
and dry for a (hopefully) peaceful night.

Part 13: The Doctor

	Jenny woke us both up and changed our diapers. We were 
placed in our onesies and plastic pants, and to our surprise 
she put a shortall on both of us as well.
	"We're going out," she explained.
	We were both carried out of the house and placed into 
our car seats in the van, and Jenny climbed into the 
driver's seat. She took off in a cloud of dust, and soon we 
were on the freeway. After about 15 minutes of driving, we 
pulled into a doctor's office!
	"Jenny! We just got OUT of the hospital! We don't need 
to see the doctor!"
	"Yes you do. To make sure everything is all right."
	"No Jenny!"
	"Yes, or you both get suppositories and I won't change 
to till dinner."
	As Scott had had that treatment in the hospital, he 
advised me to shut up before anything happened. We were both 
placed in a double stroller, and brought into the office.
	I couldn't believe what I saw! Kids of all ages, from 
1-12 wearing baby clothes and diapers! One twelve year old 
was lying in a carrier drooling, and his diaper was 
obviously leaking, as there were wet spots on his blue 
onesie. Jenny pointed this out, and his caretaker began to 
change him.
	We waited almost a half hour before our name was 
called. Jenny brought us into an exam room with twin tables 
that were covered in plastic and had side bars to prevent 
the occupant from falling off. She lowered the rails and 
boosted me up onto the first one. Quickly and professionally 
she removed my shortall, and then unvelcroed my onesie, 
leaving me in just my diaper. She lay me down, secured the 
chest strap and repeated the same operation with Scott.
	The doctor came in, a nice guy in his 30s. He 
introduced himself, and proceeded to begin to examine us. 
First he did a full physical, blood pressure, height, weight 
(these were conveniently built into the table)and then 
proceeded to examine our insides. He then said he needed a 
urine and stool sample, and since we wore diapers, he had to 
get something to do this.
	About five minutes later, he came back with two diapers 
with a spigot attachment on the front of them. He untaped my 
damp diaper, and lifted me up by the ankles. With my legs 
still in the air, he put some jelly onto his gloved finger, 
and grabbed a small pellet. He then inserted this high up my 
bottom!. My wet diaper was removed and the new one was put 
in it's place. He pulled it up over my tummy tightly, and 
taped it into place. Then, he took a hose from the table and 
attached it to the front. He flicked a switch and I could 
hear a small suction noise coming from the hose, and feel a 
slight breeze inside of my diaper from the suction. I looked 
over at Scott, and saw Jenny giving him a similar treatment.
	"Thanks for the help Jenny, come back in an hour."
	"All right Joe, thanks."
	Jenny left, and we were left in the room with no sound 
but the hiss of the pumps, and each other's breathing.
	"This is just like the last time I had a physical," 
Scott said.
	"Really? So this is normal?"
	"Yeah, they put suppositories in us, so get ready to 
REALLY go."
	What I didn't notice however, was what was going on 
behind the mirror in the corner...

*******************

	The Doctor and Jenny sat and watched the two boys 
secured to the exam tables, talking. They turned to each 
other and smiled.
	"Now, according to our records, Scott has achieved 
total incontinence during his stay in the Center, correct?"
	"Yes, it took us awhile to find a boy to match with 
him. Using the patient's parents' therapist, we were able to 
set events in motion that would have him come to the Center. 
We would have rather he achieved this level outside, so it 
didn't seem so much of a deliberate act, but it took us too 
long to locate foster parents. I am going to the orphanage 
later today, as Dr. Ricketts has ordered two more patients."
	"When are you doing this? During the boy's naps?"
	"Yeah, I'll slip them a mild sedative in their bottles, 
they'll never know."
	"Good. Well, the progress monitor reads that Scott has 
already done his duty, and that Danny is struggling. How 
long he takes to give in will give us a good measure of his 
progress. That he's lasted this long means that I think you 
should step up his treatment"
	"Will do."

*********************

	I couldn't take any more of the cramping pressure that 
had built up inside me. I wet and dirtied my diaper! As the 
pee came out, I could hear the suction carrying it away 
almost as fast as I could place it in there. A green light 
went on over my bed, and I noticed that Scott's had the 
same. The doctor came in.
	"I see you both have `done your duty', so let's get you 
changed."
	Jenny entered the room, and we were both quickly placed 
back into clean, regular diapers. I was unstrapped and 
redressed. As we were carried out, I could faintly hear 
crying, but it didn't sound like a normal baby cry, more 
adult.......
	That night, as we were helped into our sleepers, I was 
still feeling very tired from my unusually long nap. As a 
result of our "treatment" both us had been loading the 
diapers continuously all night. As the rail was raised, and 
my mobile switched on, I wondered about that crying......

Part 14: Picnic

	After we went through the normal morning routine, we 
came to our mid-morning diaper change. Instead of just being 
left in our diapers as normal, we were put into shortalls! 
When asked why, Jenny just said, "it's a surprise," and 
grinned. Scott and I agreed that we hoped it wasn't another 
trip to the doctor.
	Jenny carried us both out to the car and strapped us 
securely into our car seats. We drove for over an hour, into 
the countryside and up into the hills. Finally we came to a 
large wooden gate-like structure marked "Picard National 
Park" We drove through and at the top of a hill, we came to 
a small lake with tons of cars(almost all mini-vans) parked. 
Jenny parked the car, and went around to the rear of the 
van. She opened the hatch, pulled something out, and then 
moved around to the door. Sliding it open, she first 
unbuckled Scott(as he was closer, and put him down outside 
of my line of site. A minute later she came back, and 
carried me out of the van. I saw Scott sitting in a double 
stroller! Quickly the waist strap was applied, and I found 
myself being pushed across the gravel parking lot(a bumpy 
ride, let me tell you) and finally down a dirt path toward 
the area.
	All sorts of multicolored tents were set up. Each one 
had either a 1, 2, or 3 printed on it. Jenny started to 
wheel us toward a "2" tent. Once inside, I looked around and 
all over there were playpens with kids ranging in age from 
2-13, all diapered, and all being very happy.
	Jenny pulled up to a large playpen, occupied by 3 other 
boys. An attendant put wrist bands on us to show whom we 
belonged to, and Jenny scuttled off.
	We looked around, and saw where we were was pretty 
cool. Inside was a whole row of neat toys and games, as well 
as a sandbox! Scott and I looked at each other, grinned and 
headed straight for the sandbox. Luckily there was a sink 
right next to it, so there was plenty of water for building 
sand castles. Pretty soon, we were both sweating from the 
hot day and the work we were doing. The attendant came over 
and noted that we were both soaked not only from the water, 
but from our leaking diapers. She lovingly changed us, and 
since our shortalls were soaked, she left us in just our 
diapers. About an hour and a half later, I was crouched down 
sculpting a nice-looking tower, when suddenly I felt sand 
gushing down the back of my diaper! That in there along with 
a nice large deposit of pee brought on by too many bottles 
of water.
	I stood up, feeling the sand work its way into the soft 
padding of my diaper. The other boy had already turned, and 
started to go back to his group. Scott and I jumped him from 
behind, and we both started using our shovels to dump 
scoopful after scoopful into his waiting diaper. Scott 
filled him bucket, and then pulled back the elastic on the 
back of the diaper. With great gusto he poured his bucket 
down into the boy's diaper! From the outside we could see 
that he was so wet, it was traveling up his butt. I could 
only imagine what a pound of sand in there must feel like.
	It was then that we felt hands come from behind! His 
buddies had grabbed us and proceeded to turn our diapers 
into small deserts. Just when our diapers began to spill 
over, the attendant came into the play area. By the donut in 
her mouth, she had obviously left to grab a snack, so this 
could go on. Quickly she grabbed our assailants and hauled 
them to a smaller playpen inside of our play area. Dumping 
them in, she stretched nylon webbing across the top to make 
sure they couldn't get out. Next she grabbed the two of us, 
and strapped us to individual changing tables. after taking 
off the sandy diaper, and sweeping the rest off the changing 
table, she found that removing the sand was easier said than 
done. Finally, she produced a hose, and that removed it 
nicely. Finally into dry diapers, Scott got up the nerve to 
ask:
	"Are we going to be punished?"
	"Well, that's up to....Jenny," she said, checking the 
name on his wristband.
	Both of us were quite worried over this, and spent the 
rest of the morning worrying about what Jenny would do.
	Jenny finally showed up around 1 o'clock, and after 
talking to the attendant told us what bad boys we had been.
	"For that, I have something special planned for you 
two," she said. Neither one of us could think of what that 
could be. Once all of the kids were in their highchairs, the 
adults started to dole out the hot dogs and hamburgers. Me 
and Scott both got 2 hot dogs and a burger, plus a HUGE 
bottle of grape soda. Scott and I were stuffed! But then 
they brought out this BIG chocolate cake(I noticed that the 
other tables got Vanilla) with a big 2 on it. Jenny told us 
it was only for the kids, so eat up. Scott and I each put 
away a nice 3 inch slice!
	It was getting dark by the time everything was 
finished, and both Scott and I were starting to feel really 
sleepy, so Jenny tucked us into our car seats, and an hour 
later we were home. She took us out, and since we were both 
soaking and poopy, she removed our diapers and left us lying 
on the tables.
	A few minutes later, she came back carrying the 
THICKEST diapers I've ever seen! a full 2 1/2 inches thick! 
Scott and I looked at each other, knowing that we wouldn't 
be able to walk in these positively protruding posterior 
padders. Jenny spread about 2 feet of oil, creme, and powder 
onto our butts, and told us that for misbehaving at the 
fair, she wasn't going to change us for a whole day!
	She then pulled 2 pairs of plastic pants on over our 
diapers, and told us that if we tried to remove them, we'd 
be sorry. What else could we do?
	It was then that we both noticed our bowels were 
churning good, and our bladders suddenly emptied big time 
into the diapers. Now that I thought about it, that soda and 
cake had a funny taste....................

Part 15: A Swim

	A month had passed. Jenny had taken really good care of 
us, and Scott and I were both very happy boys. Mom and Dad 
started taking an active role in us when they were home, and 
Mom had started making us custom rompers and overall sets, 
just for us to add to the fun!
	Mom walked into the nursery, where Scott and I were 
building with Legos.
	"Danny, I want you to try this on."
	"Okay, Mom."
	From behind her back she produced a denim shortall and 
a nice green shirt.
I started to reach for the clothes when Mom said:
	"Hold it buster, how long has it been since you've been 
changed?"
	"I dunno, a couple hours maybe."
	"A couple hours! I think you're too wet to try these 
on. I don't want you staining them before you even wear 
them!"
	"But Mommmmmm!"
	"No buts except yours on the table, now!"
	I sighed and stretched out my arms. Mom picked my up 
and lay me on the table. The safety strap was drawn securely 
over my chest as mom unsnapped my onesie. As she had 
predicted, my diaper was swimmingly full, and had it not 
been for their extreme thickness, they surely would've 
leaked before now. Stripping off the stinky diaper, Mom 
raised my legs in the air and proceeded to clean off my 
behind with a warm washcloth. Soon she had my whole diaper 
area ready. Taking out a tube of Desitin, she rubbed it in 
her hands to warm it up, and gave my whole diaper area a 
nice, thick coat. Then came the baby powder, put on nice and 
thick. By the time she finished, I was more powder than boy!
Then she pulled out one of my nighttime diapers(that are 1/2 
an inch thicker).
	"Mom! It's not nighttime! I don't need the thick ones!"
	"Ah, but you may be wearing this when you need extra 
protection. So we have to try it on with your thickest 
diapers!"
	"All righttt....."
	Mom taped the diaper securely around my middle and then 
stood me up. Quickly she helped me into the overalls and 
shirt. She walked around me, tugging here, marking there. I 
noticed that the crotch of these pants was a snap one, and 
that they had extra space around the middle, as well as an 
elastic band in the rear. This was obviously to allow room 
for even larger diapers than I had on already! I wondered 
where those would come from.
	Satisfied, she picked Scott up off the floor, changed 
him and repeated the whole process. Then she stripped the 
clothes off of us and left us in just our diapers.
	"It's a hot day, I think you'll be fine."
	Dad had been setting up the pool that he bought in the 
back yard, and Scott and I couldn't wait to go into it! It's 
six feet deep, and about 10 across, plenty of room for two 
growing babies to play in! Finally, after 3 hours of filling 
from ours and our neighbors hoses. The pool was treated and 
pronounced ready for use. Mom took us over to the changing 
table and took off our quite wet diapers. she left us 
strapped to our tables as she left the room. She came back 
with 2 boxes.
	"Mom, what's in the box?"
	"Well, if you went swimming in your diapers, that would 
kill the whole point of them wouldn't it? Diapers have even 
been known to explode in pools! Now what I have here are 
some special plastic pants, that don't let the water in, and 
they're weighted so that you still can do everything you 
normally would!
	Scott and I were very excited about this! Mom quickly 
put on our fresh diapers and started with Scott, stretching 
the tight plastic pants over his fresh diaper. there were 
valves on the waist and leg bands, and Mom attached a small 
pump to them. Quickly they filled with compressed air, 
forming a tight, but not uncomfortable seal around his 
middle. Mom then opened a valve in the actual pants and 
pushed out all the air she could till it was tight around 
his diaper.
	"Don't worry Scott, that valve is only designed to let 
things out, not in," she smiled.
	After I was also prepared, Mom unstrapped us from our 
respective tables. When we got up, we both felt a little 
weird because of the weights in the side of the pants, but 
we knew it would be OK once we were in the pool. Suntan 
lotion was rubbed all over our bodies, as we hadn't been 
outside much this summer and could be sensitive. Mom had 
already set up a hood over the pool to keep the sun and 
elements off. As the pool was right next to the deck, Scott 
and I went to the edge and got ready. Jenny called to us 
from her lawn chair where she was getting a tan to be 
careful in there. With a unanimous "We will", we jumped in!! 
The cool clear water felt really good in that hot sticky 
day. It felt a little strange with the weights and thick 
diapers on, but as far as we could tell, there was no water 
leaking in at all! We spent the next hour splashing and 
playing in our waterproofed diapers, till we both were 
tired. Mom helped us out of the pool and dried us off. She 
said that if we were good and took our naps, that we could 
go swimming even longer after the sun went down.
	Both of us were stripped, changed, and placed in our 
cribs for our naps. Jenny started the mobiles and we were 
both fast asleep.
	After a dinner of pizza, we were both once again sealed 
in our swim pants and were off into the water! For 2 hours 
we splashed and played. What Mom had failed to read on the 
box was: "WARNING: THIS PRODUCT WILL SLOWLY LEAK PRESSURE TO 
MAINTAIN FIT AND TO PREVENT PREMATURE FAILURE. REPLENISH 
SEAL PRESSURE EVERY 90 MINUTES"
	Scott dived to the bottom trying to grab my legs, I 
leaped out of the way and scooted to the other side of the 
pool. All I saw from him was a huge host of bubbles, and 
then he came up hanging onto the side for dear life!
	"The seal broke! My diaper is soaked beyond 
imagination!!!!!" he cried.
	Quickly Jenny came over to him and hauled him out of 
the pool. When she took off his plastic pants, his diaper 
was over twice the size it was normally! Water was leaking 
everywhere and he looked a mess! She grabbed the tapes and 
ripped it away, throwing the wet diaper off to the side. 
"Are you all right?" she asked Scott as he coughed up some 
water.
	"Yeah" he replied "I just was surprised for a minute".
	During all this commotion, I was hanging onto the side, 
and they hadn't told me to get out. What I didn't notice was 
the small stream of bubbles coming from the legband of my 
plastic pants. It wasn't until I felt cold slowly spread 
over my butt that I realized I wasn't wetting! Quickly I got 
out of the pool and ran over to Jenny and grabbed her legs.
	"Mine leaked too! Now I'm all wet!" I started to cry!
	"There there" comforted Jenny as she rubbed my 
saturated behind, "it's OK, we'll get you both all dry, 
okay?"
	Jenny took us both into the bathroom with towels 
wrapped around us in case of accident. She placed us both 
into our extra large tub and began to wash the chlorine out 
of our hair and off of our bodies. Mom came in and said:
	"Well, here's why that happened. It slowly reduces the 
pressure to make sure they don't burst, and you were almost 
45 minutes overdue for a fillup! Jenny, when they're in the 
pool, see that their pants get pumped up every hour, okay?
	"Sure, no problem."
	"OK, when you're done with their bath, I think that 
they need to go to bed. They both look very tired. I'll get 
their bottles ready."
	Jenny took us out of the tub and dried us both from 
head to toe. Then she diapered us up good for the night, and 
as the air had gotten cooler, she put us in a light cotton 
short sleeper with a Velcro crotch. Mom came in with our 
night bottles and kissed us both goodnight. She pulled the 
sheet up singing to both of us as Jenny switched on our 
mobiles. The last thing she did was to switch on the air 
conditioner and take away our finished bottles. Replacing 
them in our half asleep mouths were two pacifiers, specially 
orthodontically designed and scaled up for bigger babies. I 
started to suck automatically as I drifted into dreamland, I 
heard Jenny on her phone in the next room.
	"He's ready? Only a week late guys, gee. Ok, yeah, I'll 
be ready to accept delivery tomorrow, no problem. See that 
everything is ready by next week for him. Uh Huh......well, 
it's probably take two or three days...uh huh, 
OK...yeah...gotcha..bye!"
	I wonder what's coming tomorrow?

Part 16: A Return

	I woke up the next morning wet and messy as usual. Mom 
changed me and put me into the swim pants. Reminding me to 
get filled up every hour, and rubbing a generous amount of 
sunscreen onto my exposed parts. Scott and I jumped into the 
pool to play. After an hour, we got out and Mom and Jenny 
began to refill our pants.
	From behind us came a "hey"!
	There was Steve, dirty and wearing his scout uniform 
and carrying his backpack. He had a sort of glazed, far away 
look in his eyes that I attributed to exhaustion. Scott and 
I both said hi, trying to cover up the diapers we were 
wearing as he made fun of us the last time. We went inside, 
and after getting dry, we both sat on Steve's bed as he put 
away his things.
	"So, Steve...what did you do on your trip?"
	"Oh, we went hiking and canoeing. I caught a lot of 
fish that we ate for dinner a couple of nights. We sneaked a 
TV in and used a solar battery so that we could still watch. 
It was innovative, so the leaders let us do it. For three 
days it was rainy, and we all had shows we wanted to watch. 
We ended up using half a pack of batteries shining 
flashlights on the thing!"
	"Wow, sounds like fun!"
	"Listen guys, I'm sorry about the way I was treating 
you. If you want to be little, fine, have fun! I shouldn't 
have laughed at you."
	"OK Steve, I accept your apology."
	Just then there was a knock at the door! Jenny answered 
the door, and it was the diaper man. he hauled in the large 
crate as usual, and Jenny signed for it. The guy came every 
2 weeks or so, and always had something nice for us. Today 
it was a Hot Wheels car! Scott and I thanked him, and with a 
tip of his hat he was gone. Scott stood there in our room 
watching us unpack the diapers and put them into the 
stackers attached to the ends of our cribs. When it was 
full, we closed the top and it was ready to use. The 
remaining diapers went into the closet. I unfolded one of 
the ones left out.
	"Wow Jenny, these are bigger, and thicker!"
	"Remember when I measured you guys a couple weeks ago? 
Well the place that custom makes your diapers enlarged them 
at my request to correspond with your new measurements. 
After all, growing boys need diapers that fit them 
correctly, as we don't have any messy leaks, right? I've 
been waiting over an extra week, because they had to create 
a new mold for you."
	We agreed, and Mom called us to dinner as Dad took the 
burgers off of his new gas grill. Our highchairs were moved 
out to the deck. Jenny was introduced to Scott and vice 
versa as the food was passed around. Scott and I made a mess 
of ourselves as we ate our condiment-filled burgers. After 
dinner, Scott and I got into our swim diapers and the three 
of us splashed around in the pool for a couple of hours. 
Finally Jenny pulled us out announcing that it was bedtime. 
During our bath, I saw Steve watching from the hall quite a 
few times. As we were carried, our diaper areas wrapped in 
towels toward our room (which is at the other end of the 
hall), I wet and it soaked through the towel all over 
Jenny's clothes! "Naughty baby!" she playfully admonished 
me. We were right next to her room, so she went in and put 
us on the bed. From her closet she pulled two diapers, 
saying that she kept them there for emergencies. She changed 
her shirt and then wrapped us up in the soft plastic 
protection. As she carried our diapered behinds toward our 
room. Steve came out of it.
	"What were you doing in the boy's room?" asked Jenny.
	"Well, I left my pocket knife in there, we wouldn't 
want them hurting themselves would we?" Steve answered, 
holding up the knife.
	"No we wouldn't, be careful of that Steve, we don't 
want them hurting themselves"
	Steve went into his room, and we were put into our 
cribs and tucked in. The mobile was started, and as I 
drifted off to sleep, I could swear I heard crinkling when 
Steve was walking..........

Part 17: A New Member of the "Family"

	The rest of the summer went by quickly, between 
swimming and playing we were so busy, we didn't even notice. 
I had noticed in recent days that if I tried to hold 
anything, I couldn't hold out for too long and my diaper 
almost filled automatically. Nor did I care, as this is what 
I wanted! Steven spent a lot of time playing with Scott and 
I, being more of a brother to us than ever he was to me.
	As it was getting close to the start of school, Jenny 
took us to the doctor again, and he gave us the required 
booster shots that we needed (something I did NOT 
appreciate, as he gave them to me through my diaper when I 
wasn't looking). It was when we returned from the doctor, 
and some shopping that something happened. Scott and I were 
let down and told to go to our room while Jenny put away the 
groceries. We turned the corner, and saw all was not right 
in the room. In Scott's crib, sucking his pacifier and 
wearing nothing but a diaper was Steve! Scott let out a yell 
that shook the windows! Steve quickly sat up, but this 
caused the recently installed locking top to fall down and 
latch. I could tell by the front of the diaper's chromatic 
metamorphosis that he was wetting as we stood there.
	At Scott's scream, Jenny came running! When she saw 
Steve sitting there in his warm wet diaper, sobbing in a 
locked crib, she started to laugh!
	"Jealous of your brothers, huh, Steve? Well, we can 
certainly let you join the party!"
	"No, I just wanted to try one on...."
	"Too bad! We'll just let you sit there until your 
parents come home."
	Steve sat there the rest of the afternoon. The only 
contact he had with us was when Jenny passed him a pair of 
plastic pants so that he wouldn't leak on the sheets. When 
Mom and Dad came home, Jenny brought them up to speed.
	"Well, I've noticed them missing for awhile now. By my 
count, Steve's been wetting his bed almost since he got 
back. There was an unusual amount of dirty sheets that 
suddenly stopped and the diapers started missing. I think if 
he's going to be wetting his bed, then certainly proper 
diapers should be supplied for him. It seems he wants more 
than this though, and I'm more than willing to provide it. I 
think though, that we should keep him confined for a week or 
so to get him used to it."
	Mom was almost glassy eyed in her response. I did 
notice that she seemed to be staring at that new clock that 
Jenny bought her a lot lately.
	"Definitely......put Steven in diapers....begin right 
now."
	Dad went with Jenny to haul Steve out of the crib. Each 
taking an end, they picked him up and placed him on the 
changing table. Several straps instead of the usual one were 
put around him.
	"Daddd!" Steve yelled "Don't let her do this to me!"
	"Son, it's for your own good, I promise you"
	"Nooo Dad!"
	With that, Steven's diaper change was complete. Jenny 
and Dad locked him back into Scott's crib. Jenny disappeared 
for a moment, and came back with another mobile. She 
unhooked Scott's and put up the new one.
	"Scott and Danny, you'll be sleeping in the living room 
in your travel cribs. Steven needs your room for a couple 
days,"
	"Okay," we agreed.
	Steve was given several bottles, and we all left, 
closing the door tightly behind us. The only sound we heard 
from the room for the longest time was the thrumming music 
of the mobile.
	In the living room, Mom was inflating our cribs, and in 
the kitchen Dad began warming our bedtime bottles. After 
about an hour of TV watching, Mom told us to go back to our 
room and tell Jenny we needed our bath. In there she had 
Steven on the changing table, obviously asleep(how she got 
him there is a mystery, especially asleep) and measuring him 
over the diaper. I noticed that our diapers barely fit him, 
and the tapes were at the very edge of the adhesive area. 
After writing down several measurements, she put him back in 
the crib and locked the top. Amazing, he didn't wake up the 
whole time.
	After our baths and fresh diapers (on the changing mat 
as to not disturb Steven) we were put into our travel cribs 
and the webbing stretched across the top. Our mobiles were 
started and we went to sleep.
	The next day there was a knock on the front door. 
Workmen flooded the house as they dismantled Scott's old bed 
and hauled it out. Quickly, components were brought in for a 
changing table and crib. After about an hour of banging, the 
workman left. The Diaper Man also made a visit, this time 
leaving _3_ packages at our door, as well as a strange cloth 
package.
	Jenny grabbed it, and opened it up to reveal a sleeper. 
The weird part about it was, the sleeves and legs were sewn 
together with tight thick stitches. We crinkled behind Jenny 
as she went to our room. Steven, now awake sulked in the 
crib in a VERY wet and by the smell, messy diaper.
	"OK Steve, put on this sleeper so we can transfer you 
to your room."
	"No, not going to."
	"Steven, if you don't I'll leave you in there until 
your father gets home, and then we will BOTH haul you out of 
there, spank you, and THEN put the sleeper on you. Now 
what's it gonna be?"
	Steven wisely elected for the sleeper, and after a 
great amount of difficulty, got the leg part on. Through the 
bars, Jenny helped him get the top piece on, and zippered it 
up the back. Like a prisoner, Steven was trotted to his room 
(the legs were sewn at shin height, so he could still KIND 
of walk) once in his room, Jenny gave him a boost onto the 
changing table. She tightly strapped him down and unzipped 
the legs. His diaper was changed and he was quickly zipped 
up again. Into the crib he was pushed, and the top came 
slamming down after it. Reaching through the bars, Jenny 
expertly removed the sleeper.
	"Now if you're good, you won't have to wear the sleeper 
when I take you out to change you later, okay?"
	Steve nodded a beaten nod and lay down in his crib 
where he found a stuffed animal and several bottles. Sucking 
on one of the bottles he closed his eyes to the thrumming of 
the mobile.
	Jenny took us both into our rooms and changed us into 
our swimming gear. For the rest of the afternoon we swam, 
having Jenny pump up our diapers as needed. When we returned 
to the inside, we found Steve in front of the TV in the 
playpen, nylon webbing stretched across the top. We asked 
Jenny if we could join him, because he looked lonely. She 
said sure as long as we didn't mind the webbing. We both got 
into the playpen with Steven.
	"How're you holding up?"
	"Fine, Danny."
	I noticed he was looking a little spacy."
	"Are you bored in the crib?"
	"Noooo...Jenny gives me things..to do."
	"OK...Do you like wearing diapers? Or are you sad?"
	"I..like...wearing...them."
	Steve just kind of lied there, so I asked Jenny to let 
us out. After dinner Steve was put back in his crib, and he 
obviously went to sleep by the snoring. Us on the other hand 
went swimming again, and then we watched some TV followed by 
our bath. As Jenny tucked us in, she told us that Steven 
might be let out in a couple days if he was good. I was glad 
to hear this, and after starting our mobiles, she tucked us 
in and we went to sleep.

Part 18: School days

	Finally the first day of school came, and Jenny had 
already bought us some thinner diapers that fit under normal 
clothes. That morning she got us both up extra early and 
bathed us so that we wouldn't be all stinky.
	After that, she took extra special care to treat our 
minor rash and to make sure that lots of oil and powder were 
used, because we wouldn't be changed till lunchtime. She 
started to pull plastic pants over our diapers, but decided 
against it because of the extra noise they'd make.
	For the first time in 3 months I was wearing a shirt 
and pants, and I really felt odd in them. After being fed 
and our diapers checked one last time(dry) we set off for 
school, swinging our book bags around. Scott raced out 
front, diaper crinkling as he ran. I quickly ran to catch up 
with him and we reached the school building breathless.
	The day went normally with teachers introducing 
themselves and textbooks being handed out. I did notice that 
several of my classmates were missing with no sign or 
explanation of were they went. In the meantime my diaper as 
well as Scott's became heavier and heavier as all the juice 
we drank with breakfast began to catch up with us. I began 
fighting as the wet diaper began to make me itch. I noticed 
several other kids around us fighting as well, but assumed 
that they just were bored.
	Finally lunchtime came and Scott and I dashed down to 
the nurse's office in a rush to get our wet diapers removed 
before they leaked. We rounded the corner and to our 
surprise there was a large line formed outside! Kids of all 
shapes and sizes, at least 15, and all with that telltale 
bulge around their middles! Scott and I couldn't believe it! 
But one by one the children filed into the room. Finally it 
was our turn and we were helped onto the 2 changing tables 
that were set up in the office. Pacifiers were placed into 
our mouths as our pants were removed and our diapers 
changed. Quick, professional hands wiped our bottoms clean, 
and we were quickly powdered and taped up. As our pants were 
fastened, I saw our sopping diapers being placed on a scale 
before being thrown out. Quickly we were ushered out the 
door, and Scott and I started toward lunch.
	After selecting our meal, we began to eat and I 
introduced Scott to a bunch of my older friends. We all 
seemed to get along fine, until the girls behind us noticed 
the wisps of white plastic sticking out from the waistband 
of my pants.
	"DANNY'S WEARING DIAPERS!" screamed Tina, the most 
annoying girl in school.
	Immediately, I saw several of the kids from the nurse's 
office freeze, as did Scott. The whole group of them started 
chanting, "Diaper baby!" at the top of their lungs while the 
entire lunchroom laughed at us. They quickly spotted Scott's 
equal attire and began taunting each person as they found a 
new one. We sat there cowering trying to ignore them, but 
all of a sudden the commotion turned to a table at the far 
end of the cafeteria. It was Steven, standing there with the 
front of his pants slowly growing dark from the pee stream 
that was emptying out of his pants leg! Immediately the 
entire crowd except for the crying diaper wearers descended 
upon Steve who ran out into the hall. Jenny was called in as 
well as all of the other nannies whose charges went to the 
school. The principal came into the room. "I'd like to thank 
you all for coming. Due to the incredible amount of 
incontinent children we have this year, I would like to 
suggest a school that another principal suggested to me. You 
would get tuition vouchers for it, and your children would 
be cared for by professionals who specialize in the 
treatment of incontinence. What do you say?"
	All of the nannies agreed that this was a good idea, 
and we were all sent home to prepare with the booklets from 
the school. At home we were stripped down to just our 
diapers, and told to get into our cribs. As we passed by 
Steven's room, we saw him asleep in his crib, diapered 
thickly and a pacifier in his mouth.
	Jenny locked us into our cribs and gave us the 
pamphlets to read as well as our bottles. While reading 
about all the benefits of the institution, we both fell 
asleep to the humming of our mobiles.

Part 19: The New School

	One week later a large bus pulled up to our front door. 
Outside waiting were Scott and I, thick travel diapers 
surrounding our loins and our bags packed. Two men came out 
of the bus and picked us up. We were carried inside, and we 
noticed that all of the other occupants were diapered and 
strapped into the car seats we were about to be! After we 
were buckled in, Mom and Dad waved goodbye to us as the bus 
pulled away.
	After several similar stops, we reached the open road 
and bottles of juice were handed out to all the travelers. 
No rest stops were made on the 10 hour journey, and by the 
time we reached the school the entire bus stank of stinky 
diaper.
	Outside where the bus parked, there were several 
orderlies waiting with strollers and some just waiting. 
About 5 boys were placed in the strollers and the rest of us 
were lead into the building. After the last of us entered, 
the door slammed shut and we could hear the sound of heavy 
bolts locking into place. Once we had entered the main 
school area, the 15 of us were told to go into a large room 
to the right and stand by a changing table. The 5 or so who 
were strollered in were already being strapped to the tables 
and one by one, we were each lifted, stripped down to our 
diapers and prepared to be changed.
	Finally the diaper cart was rolled over to my table, 
and my sopping diaper was removed. Quickly I was wiped off, 
and oil, powder, and Desitin were applied to my rear. An ID 
bracelet like that in a hospital was put around my wrist and 
I was left, clean and dry for the first time in awhile.
	Once the process of changing all of us had been 
completed, we were led to the feeding area, and those who 
needed help were fed. The rest of us were lifted into high 
chairs and the trays were locked in front of us. A mixture 
of soft, tasty nutritious food was placed on our plates and 
we all ate with gusto, occasionally taking sips from our 
bottles.
	Finally we were lead into an orientation room. This, 
like all the classrooms had desks styled after highchairs, 
and the desk part locked in front of the owner. Since there 
were no need for bathroom breaks in this school, we all 
didn't mind too much. A man with a nice beard came up to the 
front.
	"Hello boys, and welcome to the Rickett's Institute For 
Incontinent Children. In this school you will receive the 
best of care as well as an education. Now we'll go over the 
ground rules that I'm sure you are aware of."
	Papers were handed out to all of us boys, and they 
said:

GROUND RULES

1-You are NEVER to be without a diaper without permission
2-You are NOT allowed to change yourself, when you need to 
be changed you must ask an attendant
3-School uniforms will be worn by all, no exceptions
4-Bedtime is 8PM, ALL students will report to the dorm at 
this time
5-Those capable may feed themselves, but all must use 
supplied seating and utensils

	We all were then let go and led to our dorm rooms. 
There were 4 cribs in our room, and it was the size of a 
small apartment. Along the wall were 4 folded highchairs, 
and on the other 4 changing tables stuffed full of diapers! 
Scott and my two new roommates were all led over to the 
changing tables. One by one, the fronts of our diapers were 
squished to see if we were in need of changing, and, boy, 
was I. After that bottle it all "went to my hips" so my 
front was sagging quite a bit. I was lifted and strapped 
onto the table, as was Scott. Apparently the new two weren't 
wet, but were told to climb on the table anyway. Once we 
were on there, our attendants produced 2 inch thick diapers! 
Over these were stretched plastic pants made of a heavy duty 
material. Into our cribs we were dumped, and the attendants 
disappeared into a hall that looked like it had bedrooms. 
The lights went out, and we were left alone in just our 
diapers. I quickly found myself falling off to sleep, as did 
the others.

MEANWHILE.................

	Julia sipped her coffee, occasionally glancing at the 
starlight scope enhanced screen of the 4 cribs in room 119. 
She could tell by the infrared that 2 of them had used their 
diapers already.
	The next 6 hours passed quickly, with the diapers 
occasionally growing brighter on the IR screen due to 
additions. Julia had intentionally kept the lights off, even 
though it was now bright daylight outside. She saw that 
several of the babies were awake, but very drowsy due to the 
sleeping pills in their bottles. She hoped that they would 
suck on the bottles included in the cribs so that no one 
would interfere with them due to crying and fussing.
	She switched the cameras over to the infant ward. She 
panned over to where Billy Johnson, a recent admittee was in 
his crib, a screen over his eyes and headphones on his ears. 
An IV fed him nutrients as he lay there, oblivious to the 
world. According to the chart she flipped open, Billy was 
now at the development stage of a 1 year old, and they 
intended to take him even lower. Billy kicked several times, 
and drool began to come out of his mouth. He began to 
whimper, and wet his diaper. She increased his dosage of 
sedative and sent a nurse in to change him.
	Dr. Ricketts was testing the reaction times of the 2 
year olds in the next ward, noting their progress, and 
Johnny Schmidt had finally completely lost control of his 
bowels, much to the relief of the staff. Several babies in 
the 2 year old ward had leaky diapers, and poop had leaked 
onto the crib sheet. Julia sent in a cleanup crew and leaned 
back in her chair. She lit a cigarette and tapped the ashes 
into the ashtray. Sipping her coffee she took satisfaction 
in seeing the formerly rebellious boys now helpless babies. 
Tomorrow she would start work on those Williams boys........

Part 20: New beginnings

	Finally I came out of that hazy sleep I was in, and 
started to move around. I could feel that I had an extremely 
full diaper, and if it wasn't for that thick layer of oil, 
powder, and Desitin covering my butt, I would have a nasty 
rash. I stood up in my crib, hanging onto the rails. I 
noticed that the crib sides were much higher than normal, 
and I couldn't reach the top to climb out. I noticed the 
other 3 boys stirring as well, but decided that I would let 
them wake in their own time. I felt the usual morning 
movements in my nether regions, and quickly had a warmed up 
diaper.
	From the side hallway, the attendants appeared again, 
and one by one, the crib sides were lowered and we were 
secured to the changing tables. The plastic pants were 
stripped off, and my diaper was untaped. Keeping my feet in 
the air, he untaped the diaper with one hand and placed it 
on the scale. His partner made a note of the weight, and I 
was quickly cleaned, but left nude on the changing table. 
The attendant unlocked the wheels and wheeled the tables 
down into an oversize bathroom with a very large(Jacuzzi 
size) tub in it. All of us were placed in it by one guy, as 
the other added soap to the bath. It started bubbling and 
swirling as we played with the boats and other toys provided 
to us by them. Finally the bath stopped and we were placed 
lying down on a board with tons of holes in it. From the top 
and bottom came strong blasts of warm air, quickly drying us 
from head to toe! This completed, we were buckled back onto 
our changing tables and coated with oil, powder and rash 
cream. Finally, baby blue onesies were placed under us and 
we were sealed into them. As we got up from the table, we 
all noticed that we had a number 2 on the butts of our 
onesies. We dismissed it as a section ID#. Finally we were 
lead out of the room by the hand, toddling in our thick 
diapers, wondering what our first day of school would 
bring....

NO MORE UNDERWEAR! 
PART 21:The First Day

	From our room we were led to the dining hall, where at 
least 30 other boys were already being put in their high 
chairs. The four of us were boosted into our high chairs and 
locked in place. Bottles and muffins were placed before us, 
and we all began to eat. Finally we finished eating and the 
attendants unlocked us, after running a finger around our 
diapers to make sure they were clean and dry, we were lead 
to the classroom.
	When everyone was locked in their "highdesk", our 
teacher came in to teach the first subject, History.

Several hours passed of lessons

"...and that's when Pampers introduced the first disposable 
diaper, it was very thick, but did not hold even a quarter 
of what the diapers you are wearing right now do. The basic 
design was not changed until the mid eighties, when elastic 
leak guards were added to the legs. Within the next 10 
years, advances such as super-absorbent gel and a "canal" in 
their center of the diaper have made leaks nonexistent on 
the properly put on diaper..............

	She continued on like that for the next hour, and the 
room was really starting to get smelly. I could tell that 
the boys to either side of me had messed their diapers, and 
mine was beginning to sag from the weight of liquid in it.
	Finally George(the boy next to me, he was also one of 
my roommates)'s diaper started to flood, and a puddle began 
to form under his desk.

	"WELL!" said the teacher, I think I went on a little 
too long with this lesson! It's lunch time anyway.

	Our attendants came into the room and lead us back to 
our rooms, where everyone had his diaper changed, then to 
the dining hall, where everyone had cut up hot dogs, and 
then to the play area.
	The play area was a large room where the heat had been 
turned up to 85 degrees or so. It had mirrored walls and one 
side that was full glass windows, looking down the hill. 
Outside of the playroom we were stripped down to our diapers 
and led through the door which was locked behind us. The 
room was full of toys and other babies playing. Scott and I 
went over to where George and Jason(other roommate) were 
sitting, playing with pickup sticks.
	As we played, I could see various nurses and doctors 
going around looking at various boys, checking their diapers 
and scanning their bracelets. A few of them, after being 
examined had bright blue stickers put on the backs of their 
diapers. When my turn came, my diaper was checked, and 
various measurements were taken, a sticker was placed 
quickly on my bum, and they moved on to the next baby.
	After an hour, I noticed that some orderlies had 
entered the room, and they came up to me, and picked me up. 
I was carried away from Scott for the first time in a long 
while, and brought to a large white room with many examining 
tables in it, I could see the other boys who had been 
stickered lying on them, and I was placed down and a light 
strap placed across my chest. 
	A nurse came up to me, and started attaching EEG and 
EKG monitors to me, and had me lift up so that she could 
change my diaper. As she cleaned my bottom, suddenly I felt 
a sting and the whole room went black.......................

NO MORE UNDERWEAR!
PART 22: Revelations

	Julia removed the needle from Danny's butt, and set it 
on the table, he had stopped struggling immediately and the 
monitors assured her that he had suffered no ill effects 
from the medication. Quickly and professionally, she pulled 
a diaper under his bottom, and hooked a tube to the drainage 
duct on the front. Inside the diaper she attached a wetness 
monitor, and then inserted an electronic thermometer into 
the boy's ear. She then taped the diaper securely closed. 
After attaching IVs to the boy's body, she removed a large 
pair of goggles from a box behind the boy's head, and put 
gloves attached to the helmet onto his hands. She ran 
several tests and moved on to the next boy, who had already 
been sedated.
	When she had finished, she moved to the booth, and 
activated the system. Immediately the boys were 
surrounded(from their perspective) in a photorealistic 
world, perfect for shaping young minds.  She began to lower 
the temperature in the room, and stopped when the boy's 
breathing and heart rate reached target levels.
	Dr. Ricketts came into the room behind her, chewing on 
a donut.
	"So Julia, how are my boys?"
"Right on schedule, Doctor, what is the target you want me 
to hit?"
	"2 years old, make sure to adjust it as needed."
"Yes, Doctor."
	I woke up, in what seemed to be a normal bed, and stood 
up. I looked down at my body and saw that for once there was 
no thickness of a diaper, just normal clothing! I sat on my 
bed and contemplated whether this had all been a dream. 
Deciding that action was better than sitting there, I got up 
and went downstairs. In the kitchen was a woman I had never 
seen before, but at once I knew this was my mother. She 
looked at me, and asked what I was doing, and I blinked in 
response. She asked that didn't I know what day this was? I 
replied no, but wanted to know. Today is your DIAPER DAY! 
She replied, and told me to get undressed immediately! WHAT! 
I replied, I don't need diapers! Every boy who turns 10 soon 
will need diapers she replied...and threw me to the ground 
and began to unbuckle my pants. I squirmed, but her firm 
hand stopped me. Soon, I was diapered and standing in a play 
pen, vainly trying to jump out...jump out...jump OUT!
	I came up through a fog, and realized that I had a set 
of goggles on my face. I tried to tear them off, but 
realized that my hands were strapped to the surface I am 
lying on. After shaking my head back and forth, I managed to 
throw the goggles from my head and see what I am up against. 
In my arm I saw an IV line, crimped so that nothing was 
coming through, and various monitors on my body, I strained 
and struggled, but all I succeeded in doing was messing my 
diaper. An alarm went off and a light over my head lit. I 
immediately pretended to be asleep in this cold room, and 
soon an orderly came and unstrapped my legs and changed my 
diaper. Seeing that the IV was loose, she unstrapped my arm 
and this was all I needed. I quickly bashed her with the 
goggles and she fell over unconscious. I unstrapped myself, 
and looked around, and saw that the other orderly was not 
looking at me. Quickly I got out of the room, as fast as my 
little diapered behind could move! 
	The alarms went off, as my monitors moved out of the 
radio range and I stripped them off as I ran. I dove into an 
air duct, just as pounding orderly feet came from behind me. 
I began to crawl through the ducts as quickly as I could, 
peeing my diaper as I went. Unfortunately, there was a loose 
panel, and I fell into a dark black room.

NO MORE UNDERWEAR!
PART 23: Answers

	The room was very dark, but also warm. I could hear the 
humming of some sort of compressor as I scrambled for the 
light switch. I flipped a switch, and a red light came on, 
illuminating a long row of tanks
	Inside each tank was a boy! They had air masks on their 
faces, and a device on the outside simulated a heartbeat. 
They floated in the liquid, oblivious to anything and 
everyone. As I went down the row, I came to one whose 
display read....

STEVEN WILLIAMS
PHYSICAL AGE: 12 Years
TARGET AGE:2 months
CURRENT MENTAL AGE:0.8 years

	I tried to open the tank, but it was sealed tightly, 
suddenly the door burst open, my diaper began to leak as I 
peed with the effort of opening the tank. Steven slid out of 
the door, fluid gushing after him. I slapped his face, 
trying to wake him but he would not wake.
	Then came a banging on the door, and I dove back into 
the air duct. I climbed through into a supply closet, and 
there I managed to get a sleeper(which I cut the feet off 
of) and a supply of diapers which I put into a bag. Finally 
I found an external vent, and managed to leave the school. 
As I made my way across the land, I could see flashlights in 
the distance, and I hid in a tree until morning.
	Finally the light came, and I climbed down. My fresh 
diaper from the supply room was about to leak, so I changed 
it and kept heading south. I was very hungry by this point, 
having had nothing to eat since before they took me from the 
playroom. Finally I came to the highway, and not far away 
was a truck stop. Realizing that I had no money, and the 
police would surely be notified if I went in there like 
this, I began climbing into various cars and trucks parked 
outside. After half an hour of ducking and dodging, I 
managed to come up with a five dollar bill and a shirt and 
pants. They were huge on me, but I didn't mind, besides, it 
covered my diaper.
	I went into it, and ordered breakfast. The waitress and 
truckers looked at me funny, but soon returned to their meal 
as they had to return to the road, all but one that is. He 
came up to me and asked:

	"Son, where are you headed?"
	"Back home sir, to Adenville"
	"Did you run away from your folks?"
	"Uhh, yes sir, but I am going back"
	"My son ran away when he was 13, and I haven't seen him 
since, I can see you know how much this has hurt your 
parents, so I'll give you a lift back to them, how's that 
sound?"
	"Gee thanks, mister!"
	"Call me Joe."
	"Thanks Joe!"

	And so we got on the road, talking, laughing, and 
joking. He let me work the CB, and blow the horn and 
everything. Unfortunately, the time came when I had to poop. 
Joe began to wrinkle his nose.
	"Danny, do you smell that? Smells like a manure truck"
	"Uhh, yeah...that's me Joe. I need to wear diapers"
	"Diapers? Well, I guess you can't help yourself...how 
did it happen?"
	"Uhhh...I fell out of a tree when I was 7 sir, and it 
damaged my nerves"
	"Well, can you change yourself? You can change in the 
sleep area of the truck."
	"Yes, I can manage."

	He handed me a box of tissues to use for wipes, and I 
spent the next 20 minutes cleaning myself up. At our next 
stop I was able to throw out my "collection" of diapers.
Finally after several days of deliveries, we pulled up in 
front of my house, and I got out. 

	"Thanks Joe, thanks for everything"
"You're welcome, Danny, now go see your folks."
	"THANKS!"

	I ran in the door, yelling MOM! MOM! Mom came into the 
kitchen, and stared at me with a confused expression

	"Who are you, kid?"
	"It's me, Danny, Mom!"
	"Danny? I don't know you, who are you?"
	"YOUR SON!"
	"I don't have a son, thank you very much."
	"Where's Dad? He'll know me!"

	Dad came into the room
	"Who's this kid, Joyce?"
	"Says he's our son."
	"We don't have a kid, and never did. I don't know what 
you're trying to pull, but leave our house now."
	I just stood there, and Dad grabbed me by the collar 
and threw me out the door! I landed on my butt, and turned 
to see the door lock. I ran and ran, crying all of the way, 
and finally stopped at the bridge in the park. I cried and 
cried, until I felt a presence behind me. I turned....
	"JENNY!"
	"Yes Danny, you must have figured it out by now."
	"You made my parents forget me!"
	"Oh come on now, you don't really think I could turn 
their son into a baby again without a little `persuasion' do 
you? How much harder do you think it is to make them forget 
you entirely?"
	"I HATE YOU!"
	"I'm sure you do, but you are going back to the 
institute, you can't be in the outside world like this, it 
causes to many ripples in the other's conditioning. Do you 
know how hard it is to remove 15 kids from a town's memory, 
records, and get away with it? I'm afraid you have been 
awarded a transfer however, you are more trouble then you 
are worth."
	Orderlies appeared from under the bridge and grabbed me 
as an ambulance pulled up. I was strapped to a stretcher and 
my clothing cut off. I was loaded into the ambulance and 
taken to a van where I was loaded into the back for the 
return trip.
	Once we had arrived at the institute, Dr. Ricketts 
appeared over me.
	"Hello Danny, I'm afraid that you just aren't a cute 
toddler anymore, and that we have to move you. I am not 
pleased at all with you, too bad you won't be able to be 
with Scott any more. Say hello Scott"
	My head was turned, and I saw Scott curled in the 
Nurse's lap, and she picked up his arm and waved hi as Scott 
chortled.
	"Of course, if you haven't figured it out already, your 
growth has been halted, all of you. Can't have babies 
getting too big now can we? All in all, this has been a 
marverlous experiment in the human mind and development, 
It's a shame we can't talk more, but it's time for you to go 
Danny.."

	A needle bit my arm, and all went black

EPILOGUE:

	Danny floated in the tank, his breathing nonexistent, 
fed completely by the stomach tube in oxygen and food. The 
nurse stopped in front of his tank, and adjusted some 
settings. The monitor read

DANNY WILLIAMS
PHYSICAL AGE:9.3 years
TARGET AGE:-.2 years
CURRENT MENTAL AGE:.1 years

	Pleased, Julia went back to her desk, 10 babies needed 
physicals today, and Dr. Ricketts was releasing some of the 
physically younger ones for adoption, to "clear the decks". 
Julia drew on her cigarette and smiled. A new group of 
future diaper nannies had arrived, and Jenny was training 
them. Soon there would be more institutes like this, and 
there would be some changes. She glanced once more at Danny 
on the security monitor, wondering how much he had told that 
truck driver. It didn't matter, he was "taken care of" 
anyway. She flipped over the newborn ward, when Steven 
William's size reduction was going nicely, a new process 
developed by Dr. Rickett's top personnel had enabled the 
matching of the physical body to the mind, and soon Steven 
would be ready to be adopted by some nice couple. Of course, 
all Ricketts brand babies would need their diapers, 
permanently, Julia didn't worry for a moment that her share 
in the money would be enough in a few years to retire to 
some tropical island.  Steven wet his diaper, and her 
console started beeping. Ah well, a good nurses work is 
never done...............


						THE END

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

	I intended this story to be a "Stephen King diaper 
story" that is, it's not a happy one. In the 5 months or so 
I have been writing it, it has become a totally new animal 
from the original concept. I hope you enjoyed this "more 
intense" story, and if you didn't, I promise my next story 
will be happier :)-Jeffy