Pampers Evolution Spinoff - Malcolm in the Middle

Summary: This is a Pampers Evolution Spinoff based on Malcolm in the 
Middle (disclaimer, disclaimer, characters are the property of, blah 
blah blah...). In the first part, Lois gives in to the pressure of the 
outside world to conform, and puts Malcolm, Reese & Dewey in diapers.

I would appreciate suggestions for future storylines at 
[email protected]. Enjoy PES: Malcolm Part 1

Pampers Evolution Spinoffs - Malcolm in the Middle (Part One)
by NappyBoy UK

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This is my first story based in the States, but I think the only 
difference is I say 'diaper' instead of 'nappy'. Confusing, huh? And 
the other thing is that the story is based on Malcolm in the Middle, so 
please imagine that right now, you're reading a highly legal and 
watertight disclaimer and acknowledgement.

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	Sooner or later, I guess, it had to happen. Everyone else in 
school, all my friends, all the boys on the street in fact were wearing 
Pampers diapers. Me and my brothers were the only ones left in 
underwear. It felt weird, sometimes.
	Eventually, one day, Mom came back from work with more than just 
Jamie's bag of baby diapers under her arm. Along with it were a bag of 
larger baby diapers for Dewey, and a huge crate of Teen Dry diapers for 
me and Reese to share. Reese was the first to react to this spectacle 
with, "Oh no! No way can you be serious."
	"I'm dead serious," she said, putting down the bags and boxes on 
the couch. "I'm sick of the calls from your teachers complaining that 
you've been teasing other kids for being 'babies'. I'm sick of washing 
dirty underwear and Dewey's wetted pants. I'm sick of waiting in queue 
to use my own bathroom in my own house because Malcolm likes to read on 
the lavatory. Well from now on, everyone under twenty, and living under 
this roof will be wearing diapers, 24/7."
	"But.... but Mom!" I protested. She glared at me, which quickly 
and effectively shut me up.
	"Anyway, Malcolm, you've been complaining for weeks how left-out 
you feel!"
	"I'm always left-out," I explained. "That doesn't mean I want to 
wear diapers."
	"Well, want to or not, you are. Here's the system:," she 
announced regally. "Reese and Malcolm, you'll be in charge of diapering 
each other and Dewey. No one is allowed to change themselves, even if 
you're not at home. You get a friend to do it. If you're at home by 
yourself, go next door or just wait. I don't want botched diaper 
changes leaking all over the carpet. Change each other on the floors or 
on your beds. Use the supplies from the changing table in the bathroom. 
Understood?"
	We all nodded grimly. "Don't wear pants around the house, they 
can make the diaper leak. It's OK for school, but if you're going out 
you have to wear two diapers and rubber underwear if you want to wear 
pants. I think that's everything. Oh, and be sparing with the diapers. 
We get them free on the store's health plan, but I don't want to be 
known as the employee who takes the most diapers."
	We stayed in shocked silence for a moment or two before she piped 
up again. "What are you waiting for? I want you in diapers in five 
minutes! Snap to it!" she called out.
	We knew she meant business. We picked up our diapers and headed 
for our room.
	"This SUCKS," yelled Reese, slamming the door behind him, then 
sitting on his bed, head in hands.
	"I know," I said, dropping the diapers on the double bed. "I 
can't believe her, she's..." I caught myself before I said that she's 
'worse than everyone else's parents.' Actually, she wasn't. She was 
doing what everyone else's parents were doing now.
	"Five minutes, boys, or they'll be consequences," she shouted 
from the other side of the door. Consequences had four syllables, so 
she was serious.
	"Dewey, you're first," I announced. It was just easier for him to 
be the first one. Plus, he didn't seem too worried about it. While he 
pulled off his shirt, I undid his pants and Reese went in to the 
bathroom to collect diapering supplies. Taking off his underwear, 
applying lotion to his cheeks and crotch and shaking on talc was the 
easy part. Then I went to the bag of Baby Dry, tore it open and pulled 
out a folded diaper. It was a size 7, about twice the size of the ones 
I was used to changing Jamie in to. I unfolded it and flattened it out 
while Reese lifted Dewey's legs for me. I slid the back under his butt 
and Reese put him down. Dewey smiled gingerly as I folded the diaper 
over him and did up the single tapes. He quickly got up and walked 
around a bit.
	"How is it?" Reese asked.
	"Comfortable," Dewey squeaked. He was only a kid, of course he 
would think it's comfortable. He wouldn't even think about how gross it 
was. But we had to admit, he looked cute in his diaper. Much better 
than we, two teenagers, would look in diapers.
	"Good," I said. "Now get out of here, it's our turn." He smiled 
and stomped off to the living room.
	Me and Reese were left in silence for a few moments. "Who's 
first?" I asked.
	"You," he said instantly and insistently.
	"No way, you're going first!" I came back. I instantly wondered 
why I asked in the first place if I wanted him to go first.
	"Youngest first," he grinned. It was annoying, but there was no 
faulting his simple but effective schoolyard logic. Giving him a look 
of daggers, I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down with my underwear. 
I then lay down on the same spot Dewey just had, glowering at Reese as 
he picked up the lotion bottle and put some on his hands with an evil 
smile. He rubbed his hands together and applied lotion to my crotch, 
and then my buttocks when I turned over. He then liberally shook talc 
over my butt then front. Finally, he went over to the crate of our Teen 
Dry diapers and took one out. It was so much larger than the one we'd 
just diapered Dewey in. He unfolded it and smiled again. "Legs up," he 
cooed in a baby voice. Grudgingly, I pushed with my feet until my butt 
was lifted in to the air and Reese placed the Pampers Diaper underneath 
it. I braced myself for the feeling and lowered myself back down. The 
first thing that surprised me was how warm it is. I was expecting it to 
be cold, but that's because I've only ever felt the cold plastic 
outside of diapers since I stopped wearing them at night eight years 
ago. The next thing was the comfort. The inside felt just like cotton 
underwear, but had an added smoothness. Towards the edges, the plastic 
that you expected to feel harsh just made me feel secure... and it 
wasn't even done up yet!
	Reese must have sensed my moment of reverie as he asked, "Baby 
enjoying his diaper?" in this new baby voice he had adopted.
	"Just get on with it, Jerk," I replied in my standard impatient 
sarcastic tone. He giggled to himself and got on using the skills he 
had practiced on Jamie so many times, this time on me. He took the edge 
of the diaper in one hand and with the other tucked my flaccid dick so 
the pee would come out towards the diaper's centre. Then he folded the 
diaper over me, pulled the front tight over my waste and used the 
double straps to secure it tightly. I stood up and walked around a 
little bit, tugging the leg elastics until the Pampers diaper fit 
perfectly. Having expected it to be disgusting as soon as it went on, 
the actual feeling was a surprise. I was enjoying it so much, I almost 
didn't notice Reese pointing and laughing at his brother wearing a 
crisp white diaper.
	"Yeah, laugh it up," I said with satisfaction. "You're next!" 
That wiped the smile right off his face. For a moment, I thought he 
looked angry, but it he actually looked concerned. His head slowly 
turned towards the crate, then back to the diaper on me. His face 
screwed up and again he said, "No way!"
	"Mom is right out there. If we don't do what she says...."
	"But it's DIAPERS! We're not babies," he yelled again.
	I was about to respond with reassurance, but instead came the 
sound of her shouting from the other side of the door again. "Reese, 
stop arguing! Diaper, now!" He frowned with that kind of defiant 
acceptance that was so common in dealing with Mom, and lay back on the 
bed.
	"You're gonna need to take some of that off," I told him as if it 
were new information. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down 
slightly, exposing the important bit. Then he closed his eyes and said 
"Get on with it." I gave him a quick diapering, not wanting to prolong 
it. Inside thirty seconds, he was clad in the same white plastic I was.
	"Finished," I announced, and he opened his eyes.
	"That's it?" he asked, seemingly puzzled. He looked down at the 
diaper and saw that it was indeed there. And I could see in his eyes 
that he knew, just like I did, that it wasn't so bad after all. But he 
was too stubborn to accept it. He put his angry face back on over his 
comforted one, and stormed off in to the living room, still wearing his 
shirt, me following him. Dewey was already there, and was still just in 
a diaper like me.
	"Let me check," Mom said, approaching us. Both me and Reese 
flinched back.
	"Mom, no! Hands off!" we protested.
	"You got off lightly with me not insisting on changing you 
myself! Let me check." Insistently, she pulled and grabbed at the sides 
of the diapers, testing them for secure attachment. "Well, you both 
pass the diapering test. Now lets see if the diapers pass the kid 
test."
	"What do you mean?" I asked, worried that I might know exactly 
what she meant.
	"I want to see if they work. Make sure they don't leak. Get to 
work." We stared at her, unable to believe that she actually wanted us 
to stand there in front of her and wet ourselves. "Come on!" she said 
after a second or two. "Dewey didn't seem to mind." Sure enough, Dewey 
was sitting on the couch with a stupid grin on his face, the pink 
indicator stripe on his diaper flooded.
	"We are not going to pee for you, Mom," I said, trying to sound 
definitive.
	The look on her face changed from expectant to deadly. If I was a 
few years... even a few months younger, that look would have made me 
wet myself on its own. But instead, all it made me and Reese do was 
realize that she was getting what she wanted, one way or the other. 
Taking a big gulp, I closed my eyes and tried to let go. It took a few 
seconds, but eventually I felt the trickle then the gush of urine 
flowing. It felt really wet all over, and I could even swear it was 
running down my legs. The diaper was leaking! I opened my eyes and 
looked down, and was surprised to see that although the diaper was 
slowly bulging out, nothing was escaping. After a few more seconds, I 
had finished my pee, and nothing bad was happening. I was so relieved 
nothing had leaked that I didn't even think about the feeling for a 
second. It didn't feel gross. For a moment, it had felt wet and weird. 
But soon, the feeling turned in to a funny mushy gel-like feeling that 
was nothing less than fun. And with it came an incredible warmness. It 
didn't even smell! I smiled widely, my front two teeth showing (I hate 
when that happens). Mom's neck snapped back slightly in surprise, 
"Looks like yours works *really* well. Yours too, Reese," she said. 
"Good," she finished, and walked off. That was a bit of an anticlimax.
	I turned to Reese. His pink line was smudged just as much as 
mine, and the look on his face had finally mellowed. Even Reese's auto-
anger couldn't resist the good feelings we were getting from wearing 
these diapers.

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