Tim and Todd

Part One 

	It was the first day of summer and Tim was on his way 
to his new friend Todd's house down the block. After going 
to the same school for the last year and both in seventh 
grade, on the last day of school, Todd invited Tim over to 
the house to smoke dope and have a little fun. Todd had 
never really spoke to him before that. He usually stayed off 
on his own. Todd was 13 too and very fat. Tim guessed that 
was why Todd stayed by himself a lot.  
	Tim, on the other hand, was a very normal looking boy 
of 13. He was about 5' 2", the same as Todd and weighed 
around 95 pounds, the statistical average. He figured Todd 
outweighed him by at least 50 pounds but he was polite 
enough that he wouldn't mention anything about his obesity.  
	Todd answered the door on the first knock. He was 
wearing his trademark style of a very oversized t-shirt. The 
bottom hung down half way down his thighs making it hard to 
determine if he was wearing anything at all under the shirt. 
That's what Todd wore every day except he usually had jeans 
or sweats visible. Today he must have had on just shorts. Or 
did he?  
	Todd led Tim back to the eat-in kitchen that had a 
sliding glass door that opened in to the back yard. The back 
yard had a high privacy fence around it. There, they passed 
around and smoked two joints.  
	"You hungry?" Todd asked when they finished.  
	"I could eat," Tim said.  
	"Good. I get the munchies bad and I hate to eat alone."  
	Todd brought out bags of chips, boxes of doughnuts, a 
bowl of potato salad, a half a hoagie and some cookies and 
went to work. No wonder he so fat, Tim thought to himself. 
But the munchies got the best of him so he began eating too. 
It was peculiar, no matter how stuffed he soon felt, the 
feeling of having the munchies kept him putting away even 
more. Soon he was uncomfortably full. Todd showed no signs 
of slowing down. Had the food not run out, he probably would 
have kept on eating all day.  
	Tim excused himself and said he needed to go home. He 
needed a nap and a good dump!  
	"Come back tomorrow. We'll do it again." Todd said as 
he said good-by at the door.  
	Tim promised he would. On the short walk home, all that 
food was pressing down on Tim's bowels. He needed to get to 
the bathroom. Wouldn't it be cool to just do it right out 
here in my shorts, he thought. I could clean it up at home 
if no one was around. This was not a new thought to Tim and 
in his clouded mind he began to take it more seriously. In 
fact, he just started pushing when he saw his mom's car in 
the drive way.  
	Damn! he thought as he stopped before anything came 
out, if only... He rushed in, said hello to his mom, and 
headed for the john. When he was done he took a short nap.  
	The next day, Tim headed again to Todd's house. Luckily 
Todd lived with just his mother and she worked all day. 
Todd's house was his own until around 5:00 PM. Todd answered 
the door like the day before, long shirt and every thing. 
This time, Todd seemed different. As he led the way, he 
reached back to scratch his heiny. That's what it was! Todd 
didn't have any shorts on under there, only briefs! This was 
very interesting.  
	They smoked and ate too much, just like the day before. 
This time, before leaving, Tim made a trip to Todd's 
bathroom. He knew his mom would be home again and there was 
no way he would make it back without a little accident.  
	Todd's bathroom looked very clean. In fact, it looked 
like it hardly ever gets used. Tim sure used it though and 
he really stunk it up. He felt it was so bad, that even when 
he came out to talk to Todd, he could still smell the odor. 
Even as he said good-by to Todd at the door, he could still 
smell the distinct smell of poop. It wasn't until he was 
down the driveway that he didn't smell it any more.  
	How embarrassing! Tim thought. I didn't mean to stink 
up the whole house.  
	The next day, Todd appeared again at the door to 
welcome Tim in. Same shirt and everything. As they sat at 
the table, smoking and eating, Time began to wonder about 
Todd's shorts. Did he have shorts on today or just 
underwear? Or did he just imagine that yesterday. He had to 
find out!  
	Tim "accidentally" dropped a cookie under the table and 
went to retrieve it. While he was down there he took a look 
between Todd's wide spread legs. He saw... Todd's genitals! 
Todd had no pants on today! Tim got back to his seat, 
flushed and breathless.  
	"Did you find what you were looking for?" Todd asked.  
	"Uh, yeah. I guess so." Tim stammered as he limply 
showed the found cookie.  
	For the rest of the time, Tim had a hard time eating. 
He kept think about Todd over there with nothing on but a 
shirt. That would be neat, I guess. Todd, meanwhile knew 
exactly why Tim went under the table.  
	After a while, the food had almost disappeared again 
and Todd invited Tim to go out into the back yard. They did 
and stood around and talked about almost nothing. Then they 
stood and said nothing for a few minutes.  
	Breaking the silence then, came a thick stream of urine 
from out under Todd's t-shirt. Tim was awestruck and Todd 
had a big smile on his face. Then, Todd shifted his feet a 
little farther apart and without even squatting or grunting, 
began dumping a load of poop out his rear. Each turd fell 
quickly and soon a sizable pile collected between his legs.  
	Tim couldn't believe his reddened eyes. "Do you always 
crap in your backyard?" he asked with a dry mouth and 
pounding heart.  
	"No," came the reply. "But I never use the toilet 
anymore either."  
	"What do you mean?"  
	"Come on. You know. I usually just do it in my 
drawers."  
	Tim was shocked. How could Todd know, but he seemed to. 
Tim always thought about dumping in his pants but had only 
acted on his impulse twice. It all happened during the last 
year. He had always thought about it since he outgrew 
diapers. Twice, while he was home alone and had the need to 
go (two things that never seemed to occur at the same time) 
he had loaded his drawers and loved it. The warm squish of 
poop between his buns and around his nuts, drove him wild. 
Now here was a kid with the same ideas!  
	"How did you know about me?" Tim asked.  
	"I didn't until now. I didn't even suspect until about 
a week ago at school. I saw your special interest in 
changing diapers in home ec."  
	It was a shame Tim didn't have the urge to go right 
now. May be he would have. But then he remembered his mom 
being home. He told Todd about that.  
	"That's okay," Todd said. "Tomorrow, bring an extra 
pair of drawers along. We'll eat 'till we have to dump. Then 
we can do it together! I'll help clean you up and you'll go 
home in clean drawers and no one will know. I'll wash your 
dirty one here and you'll have another pair to do it again 
the next day. We could do it every day!"  
	It sounded too good to be true. Tim couldn't wait to 
visit Todd tomorrow!

Part Two:   

	The next morning, Tim told his mom he would be having 
lunch at his friend Todd's house so he wouldn't home till 
later that afternoon. When his mom asked about Todd and what 
they did all day he told her just kid stuff. Climbing trees, 
playing video games, goofing off. Luckily, his mom didn't 
realize that he had already reached puberty and was dealing 
with sex and stuff. She still considered him an innocent 
little boy.  
	Tim had an extra pair of briefs tucked in his back 
pocket.  
	Todd answered the door as usual. This time there was 
not need to guess what he had on under that shirt. Tim knew 
he was just wearing his briefs. They went to work out in the 
kitchen, smoking dope then chowing down. The table top 
seemed extra loaded that special day. Tim worried that when 
the time came, he wouldn't be able to poop and confessed 
this to Todd.  
	"Don't worry," said Todd, "If you scarf as much as me, 
you should have no problem. Just keep eating 'til you have 
to go. That's what I always do and you've been eating about 
as much as me, anyway."  
	This put Tim's mind at ease a little. He was also 
worried that he might just chicken out all together, even 
though this was what he wanted to do more than anything. 
They both keep eating what was on the table even though Tim 
was feeling very full. After a while, Todd began to let out 
little farts and making faces.  
	"Just testing the waters, buddy!" he smile and said.  
	Before too long, though, Tim began to feel the pressure 
mounting in his bowels and especially his bladder. He held 
it for a little longer and kept eating. He wanted his first 
one to be a big one. Soon he confessed to Todd that he was 
about ready to go.  
	"I'm ready when you are, bud," he said. "Let's lose 
these clothes and go out back. No one can see over that 
fence."  
	Todd pulled off his shirt and stood there in just a 
pair a white briefs. His pale bloated gut hung over his 
waistband and his breasts hung like little puffy hills over 
it. Tim had never seen Todd without a shirt and was 
interested with how fat he was. He checked out Todd's large 
and round bottom as he turned around to open the sliding 
glass door. It seemed to take up most of the room in the 
back of his underpants! In a minute, Tim was stripped down 
to his briefs as well and followed Todd out into the grass. 
He felt weird standing outside in just his underwear but the 
need to relieve himself was what he was most aware of.  
	"I usually do it out here in the grass." Todd began, 
"Less mess to clean up afterward. Here it goes!"  
	In a split second, Todd released a gusher of urine that 
instantly soaked his briefs and began running down his legs 
like a river. He then shifted his feet a little farther 
apart and began pushing. Tim saw the bottom of his pants 
between his legs grow immediately heavy and begin to sag. As 
the pile grew larger, the fabric hung further down.  
	Try as he may, all Tim could get was a light trickle 
into his crotch. As soon as his nuts felt warm and wet, it 
stopped, even though he had to go badly.  
	"Just close your eyes and relax," advised Todd. "It'll 
come." He turned his back to Tim and Tim could see the brown 
of Todd's load showing through the wet pants. It looked 
about as big as a large bowl of oatmeal and he could tell 
Todd was still adding to it.  
	Tim closed his eyes and relaxed, imagining himself in 
his bathroom at home, standing over the toilet. At last, the 
piss came pouring out, soaking his shorts and running down 
on to his feet. Then he began pushing the load out his butt. 
It wasn't as easy as Todd made it look. Tim had to really 
spread his legs and get into an almost squatting position 
before much came out.  
	"It helps at first," Todd instructed, "if you reach 
back and spread your cheeks. Like a toilet does." Todd 
seemed to be quite an expert.  
	Tim reached down through the top of his wet undershorts 
and spread his buttock and squatted down. Several good sized 
turds came out immediately and dropped into his drawers. Tim 
like what he felt and began pushing out more. Another log 
started out much slower and Tim savored the feeling as it 
spread now against his cheeks because the underwear was full 
and there was nowhere else for it to go. Tim squeezed out 
one more and he was done. He took his hands out of his pants 
and stood there flushed and smiling at Todd who was now 
facing him smiling too.  
	"This is great," Tim said. "What do we do, now?"  
	That's when he noticed his own erection, bulging 
through the wet amber stained fabric of his briefs. One look 
and he could see Todd had the same thing noticeable even 
under his very fat stomach.  
	"Well, for starters," he began, "walk around and enjoy 
the squishing"  
	Both of them began walking around the yard. Tim walked 
a little bow legged and funny due to the large mess he felt 
brushing between his thighs and squishing between his butt 
cheeks, not to mention a very hard pecker. Todd walked 
behind him, strutting almost normally even though his load 
was much bigger than Tim's.  
	"You'll have to do better than that if you don't want 
anyone to suspect," Todd criticized.  
	"Suspect what! Anyone could see what I got here." Tim 
looked around nervously, as if someone may be watching.  
	"Yeah, now in your undies. Someday you want to take 
this show on the road, don't you?"  
	"What do you mean?"  
	"Sit down and I'll explain," and Todd motioned to two 
redwood chairs in the corner of the yard.  
	"Sit down! Are you crazy?" cried Tim.  
	"Don't worry. You're already a mess and I'll clean you 
up."  
	They both went and sat down each in a chair. Tim 
quivered as he felt the poop squish up his crack and started 
to ooze out the leg openings of his briefs. Todd sat and 
even crossed his legs, pausing just a moment to enjoy the 
feeling.  
	"Doing it here in the yard is all right," he said. "But 
the real fun is out around people. I do it all the time. 
That's why I wear those long shirts around. I've done it at 
the mall, on the street, even at school. I was shitting my 
pants that second day you were over here. Standing there 
talking to you the whole time. You never noticed!"  
	"What about the wetness? You know, the pee."  
	"I don't piss in my pants when I'm out. Only poop. I'll 
use a urinal or a bush for that. Wet drawers would get me 
nailed for sure!"  
	Tim was excited by all this talk and his penis was 
still erect from the intense pleasurable feeling in his 
crotch. Todd seemed to sense this and his needed attending 
too. He reached in and took his rock hard member out through 
the fly hole and began stroking it and spread his legs out 
wide. Tim could see the mess was smeared all over the inside 
of his thighs and his butt was covered. Todd's belly stuck 
out farther than his 13 year old penis could and he looked 
funny stroking himself, his flab jiggling all the time.  
	Tim followed Todd's lead and was soon stroking his tool 
that he too stuck out through his fly. They watched each 
other masturbate until they each reached their own orgasm 
and gobs of semen settled on their urine-soaked briefs.  
	When they caught their breaths and recovered their 
senses, Todd said, "Let's get to the shower and get cleaned 
up. My plan is we'll work on this here every day we can 
until you can dump standing up with no problem and walk 
around with a load like there's nothing wrong."  
	That sounded good to Tim. He looked forward to doing 
this as often as he could, even twice a day if possible! 
They headed for Todd's own shower. It was a little larger 
than Tim had ever seen and had a removable shower head that 
would come in handy for cleaning poop smeared butts. Todd 
helped Tim get his shorts off and dumped the poop into the 
toilet. Then Tim helped Todd do the same. They then helped 
each other wash off their messes in the shower. Tim 
redressed when he was dry but Todd just slipped into another 
pair of briefs.  
	They sat back in the kitchen and ate a little more 
while they talked and thought about the next day and future 
activities.  

Part Three:   
	Tim started to practice at home as well. He couldn't do 
it in his shorts with his folks around so when he had to use 
the toilet, he would stand over it instead of sitting. The 
poop smeared and stuck to his butt a little more but it was 
worth it. He even liked the feeling that that gave him even 
though the poop landed in the bowl. It always gave him an 
erection that he took care of right there. His parents began 
teasing him about how long he spent in the john these days. 
He also began to notice he had to suck it in a little when 
buttoning his jeans. Better do some sit ups, he thought to 
himself.  
	He and Todd continued their thing at Todd's house most 
every morning. They took to peeing into the sink or toilet 
now though so they could stay inside and concentrate on 
dumping into their briefs. Todd would give Tim a little show 
now and then. Kneeling on his hands and knees on his bed 
while pooping and other strange positions. Once, he even 
told you have to go. That's what I always do and you've been 
eating about as much as me, anyway."  
	This put Tim's mind at ease a little. He was also 
worried that he might just chicken out all together, even 
though this was what he wanted to do more than anything. 
They both keep eating what was on the table even though Tim 
was feeling very full. After a while, Todd began to let out 
little farts and making faces.  
	"Just testing the waters, buddy!" he smile and said.  
	Before too long, though, Tim began to feel the pressure 
mounting in his bowels and especially his bladder. He held 
it for a little longer and kept eating. He wanted his first 
one to be a big one. Soon he confessed to Todd that he was 
about ready to go.  
	"I'm ready when you are, bud," he said. "Let's lose 
these clothes and go out back. No one can see over that 
fence."  
	Todd pulled off his shirt and stood there in just a 
pair a white briefs. His pale bloated gut hung over his 
waistband and his breasts hung like little puffy hills over 
it. Tim had never seen Todd without a shirt and was 
interested with how fat he was. He checked out Todd's large 
and round bottom as he turned around to open the sliding 
glass door. It seemed to take up most of the room in the 
back of his underpants! In a minute, Tim was stripped down 
to his briefs as well and followed Todd out into the grass. 
He felt weird standing outside in just his underwear but the 
need to relieve himself was what he was most aware of.  
	"I usually do it out here in the grass." Todd began, 
"Less mess to clean up afterward. Here it goes!"  
	In a split second, Todd released a gusher of urine that 
instantly soaked his briefs and began running down his legs 
like a river. He then shifted his feet a little farther 
apart and began pushing. Tim saw the bottom of his pants 
between his legs grow immediately heavy and begin to sag. As 
the pile grew larger, the fabric hung further down.  
	Try as he may, all Tim could get was a light trickle 
into his crotch. As soon as his nuts felt warm and wet, it 
stopped, even though he had to go badly.  
	"Just close your eyes and relax," advised Todd. "It'll 
come." He turned his back to Tim and Tim could see the brown 
of Todd's load showing through the wet pants. It looked 
about as big as a large bowl of oatmeal and he could tell 
Todd was still adding to it.  
	Tim closed his eyes and relaxed, imagining himself in 
his bathroom at home, standing over the toilet. At last, the 
piss came pouring out, soaking his shorts and running down 
on to his feet. Then he began pushing the load out his butt. 
It wasn't as easy as Todd made it look. Tim had to really 
spread his legs and get into an almost squatting position 
before much came out.  
	"It helps at first," Todd instructed, "if you reach 
back and spread your cheeks. Like a toilet does." Todd 
seemed to be quite an expert.  
	Tim reached down through the top of his wet undershorts 
and spread his buttock and squatted down. Several good sized 
turds came out immediately  

Part Four:   

	Tim and Todd were off to a wild pooping frenzy after 
that first day. They went to the mall and pooped their 
britches nearly everyday. Except the weekends. In order to 
keep up that daily fix, they had to consume more than they 
did before. Tim was going from chubby, now to mildly fat and 
his clothes were beginning to pinch.  
	Todd had some old clothes that he had out grown that he 
let Tim use while they were at the mall and other places 
they began to go. Todd also could give him some of his old 
underwear. Tim liked looking at the poop stained pants and 
imagined the origin of every skid mark.  
	Tim had also become as bold as Todd too. One time they 
stood at a candy counter making their order while to both of 
them let go a good sticky stinky pile in their drawers. The 
counter man even asked which one of them farted. They 
laughed and claimed they both did. Tim was working on 
pooping while sitting down on a bench or chair, a feat that 
Todd had just perfected. You had to be careful doing that 
though 'cause sometimes the pile wouldn't spread right and 
you'd be in danger of losing some out of the leg holes.  
	And they were making some enormous piles! One day they 
had to leave in a hurry 'cause Tim thought he was so loaded 
he could feel it coming out of the leg holes. On their was 
home, some actually did drop out and made a mess on his legs 
on the way down. They visited a favorite downtown eatery, 
The Pizza Mountain. It had an all you could eat pizza bar 
and after filling up for lunch, they would load their 
drawers as they window shopped and headed home. Sometimes, 
after cleaning up their first mess, they'd go out and do it 
again.  
	One Saturday afternoon, Tim's mom took him to the mall 
to get some new clothes. In the last month or so, Tim had 
ballooned up to about 140 pounds and added an astonishing 6 
inches to his waist. Nothing fit him at home. Todd had been 
putting on weight as well and had added about 25 pounds to 
his already loaded frame. After trying on and purchasing 
Tim's new clothes, including some nice white size 36 briefs, 
they visited the food court for a quick snack. Tim could 
feel his bowels getting ready to move. He had done it here 
so often with Todd that he felt like he could do it now. He 
felt crazy but couldn't help it!  
	He excused himself to the rest room to take a leak. 
Maybe that would ease the pressure. He stood up to the 
urinal and began to pee. Then, with out thinking, he 
squeezed a good size log out into his drawers. Was he crazy? 
He was with his mom and dad and had to ride home in the car 
with them! When he zipped up his pants he took a good sniff. 
He didn't smell too bad. May be they wouldn't notice. He 
pushed a little more to finish the dump, then adjusted 
himself and headed toward his folks.  
	They were ready to go and were waiting for him.  
	"Everything come out all right?" his dad joked.  
	"You look a little pale, Tim." his mom said. "Are you 
all right?"  
	"I feel a little queasy, mom," Tim lied. "I'd like to 
go home and lie down a while."  
	They drove toward home. Tim kept sniffing the air to 
make sure he wasn't noticed. Tim's dad had wanted to visit 
an auto shop and asked Tim if he felt up to it. Up to 
sitting in a pair of dirty pants? thought Tim. Sure, why 
not. They didn't get home for several hours and when they 
did, Tim headed for the bath. His underpants weren't that 
bad after all. It was a good solid turd and mostly stuck 
between Tim's now chubby butt cheeks. The briefs made it 
safely to the laundry, ready for battle again.  
	Todd had a good chuckle on Monday when Tim told him the 
story. That day they thought they'd visit the pizza place 
again. The cashier knew them well after seeing them in there 
several times a week. They began their usual feasting, 
stuffing themselves like crazy. Todd got a funny, happy look 
on his face.  
	"I gotta go now," he said. "In fact.... I'm doing it 
now."  
	Tim thought that was great. Pooping right there at the 
table. That would be great. No meal interruptions. Tim even 
made several more trips to the buffet so Todd wouldn't have 
to get up. The last time he got back to the table, Todd had 
a worried expression.  
	"I think I over did it." he said.  
	"What?" Tim asked.  
	"I'm overloaded, Tim. I think some is gonna fall out 
when I walk. We gotta get outta here!"  
	With some difficulty, Todd slid out of the booth and 
stood up. Tim went ahead to pay while Todd slowly and 
carefully made his way to the door, past the cashier. Tim 
had just finished paying and Todd made his move for the door 
when.... plop!  
	A small brown pile dropped out of Todd's shorts, hit 
his plump calf and landed on the floor near his foot. The 
cashier looked at the poop then looked at Todd and said 
nothing. Todd looked at Tim and the cashier, then whisked 
out the door and around the corner. The cashier looked at 
Tim.  
	"I guess my friend had a little accident." and with 
that, Tim slid out the door and caught up with Todd.  
	Todd was visibly shaken and very upset about the 
incident. More pieces of poop fell out of Todd's shorts as 
they walked home and his legs became brown streaked.  
	"I got nailed!" Todd complained when they got home. 
"I've been doing this for a year now and this is the first 
time I ever got nailed! This sucks. We gotta come up with 
something else."  
	"Like what?" Tim asked. They had been in such a hurry 
to leave that Tim hadn't taken his dump yet and was starting 
to as they talked.  
	"Diapers." Todd began, "We need diapers!"  
	"Neither one of us could fit our fat butts into a 
diaper now." Tim was squeezing out a nice little pile.  
	"Not baby diapers. They make adult diapers. You know. 
Depends. The stuff old folks wear when they can't make it to 
the toilet any more."  
	"Oh." Tim had finished and now sat down on the lump in 
his behind on the floor.  
	"It'll be great! We could pee in them, too. Just 
imagine. Standing there ordering a triple scoop from the 
Hagen Daas place while pissing your pants. I'm lookin' for 
some tomorrow. You with me?"  
	"Why not." Tim answered. He did enjoy the feeling of 
filling his briefs with warm sticky masses of poop. He liked 
the way it squished but also the way it bounced and jiggled, 
sometimes hitting his nuts as he walked. He wondered if 
diapers would feel the same.  
	They undressed down to their briefs, getting ready for 
the shower. Tim noticed Todd's belly was much bigger than 
before. His butt was too but he had always paid more 
attention to that. Todd's underwear was covered with poop as 
were the insides of his thighs and down his legs. It must 
have been a runny load from the looks of things.  
	Todd noticed Tim's round body as well. You never would 
have guessed that two short months ago, Tim was a normal 
looking kid. Now his swollen gut swung way over his lap and 
he had the cutest chubby chipmunk cheeks you could find. His 
butt was much bigger as well and was now loaded with a nice 
pile of poop. They pealed each others briefs off and after 
they put them in the toilet to soak, they began to play with 
themselves.  

Part Five:   

	Todd had managed to get to the store that night and 
purchased a pack of 20 adult size, disposable diapers. He 
couldn't wait for Tim to come over the next day. He even put 
one on before he went to bed. He had a hard time getting it 
on his now very obese body, it would be easier with a 
helper. He went to sleep and dreamed about diapering Tim in 
the morning. It was nice to think that if he had to use the 
bathroom in the middle of the night, he wouldn't have to get 
up.  
	Tim went to bed thinking about diapers, too. He 
wondered if that was a little too much. He enjoyed soiling 
his pants regularly, he even thought about doing it at home. 
Diapers would certainly be a lot safer in public. Then he 
thought, maybe the thrill, besides feeling the sticky 
gooeyness in your crotch, was the closeness of danger. That 
you could get caught and there would be no easy explanation. 
He dreamed, too, about a world where everyone pooped in 
their pants. It was expected.  
	Tim showed up at Todd's place as usual. Todd excitedly 
showed him the adult diapers. After their regular large 
meal, Todd helped Tim change into his. It was a little bulky 
and unnatural feeling. He hoped it would hold. Then Tim 
helped Todd put on a clean new one. Todd had wet the one he 
put on last night and needed changing. Then they put on 
their clothes. The long t-shirts came in very handy as the 
diapers looked weird from the outside.  
	"If this works," began Todd, "I'm never going back!"  
	"No more underwear? Just diapers? What about school?" 
Tim asked.  
	"Oh, I could wear undies to school. Unless the diapers 
go unnoticed."  
	They talked 'till they got to the mall. Then they 
couldn't mention the subject around all the people there. 
Not to mention it wasn't polite to talk with your mouth 
full, and they were. Then the urge started to build up. Tim 
instinctively moved near the restrooms. Then he remembered 
the diaper. They headed to a quite part in the mall.  
	Todd said, "I peed a little already. How 'bout you?"  
	"Not yet. It's hard to get started with all these 
people around."  
	"Do it now. I am."  
	Tim watched the front of Todd's pants to see if they 
leaked any. So far, so good. He let loose with his piss. He 
felt his nuts and butt get wet and warm and then the 
moisture was soaked up by the diaper.  
	"Now, I'm pooping." Todd declared. Tim could tell by 
the look of contentment on Todd's face that this was true. 
Then he spread his legs and let loose. Right away he could 
feel the difference of the diapers. The poop had no place to 
go so it spread around the bottom of the diaper. Some 
squeezed up front but most went up his crack and toward the 
top of the diaper. They both finished at about the same 
time. And started walking.  
	They both noticed that they smelled atrocious and they 
would need to head for home sooner than normal. They also 
noticed that it was a little harder to walk normal in a 
loaded diaper than a pair of briefs. People began to notice 
them. They made for home as quick as they could!  
	When they got home, they both took of their shirts. 
Their bloated bellies spilled over their waist bands. 
Luckily the shirts gave them some cover. Some moisture 
leaked out and could be seen on Todd's pants.  
	"Why don't you change me first?" Todd queried.  
	Tim agreed so Todd took off his pants and laid down on 
the floor. Tim noticed the top of the three adhesive strips 
on each side were busting loose. Todd's belly had bloated so 
badly the diaper couldn't hold him any more.  
	"You're gonna have to fasten these a little looser," 
Tim began, "if you're gonna wear them before you eat." As he 
removed the diaper, he saw it was quite a mess. He got off 
the loose stuff, then said, "Off to the shower, big boy.! I 
ain't wiping this mess off."  
	Todd got up. His buttocks were smeared with poop.  
	"Your turn." he said.  
	Tim removed his britches and laid down. His diaper was 
busting at the top, too due to his added girth from stuffing 
himself. Todd did his best to remove the mess, but Tim 
needed the shower as well. They carried the dirty diapers to 
the trash can in the back yard. They were quite a sight with 
both their large, fat butts covered brown with poop. Not to 
mention they both had hard-ons.  
	Before they washed, they stood belly to belly in the 
shower and let the water spray down on them. They thought 
back to their adventures in the last few weeks. How much fun 
they had and how much they enjoyed each other!  
	The next day would be Saturday. They would have to go 
two whole days before they could use their pants again. At 
least Tim would have to. Todd said his mom never noticed the 
fact the he never went to the bathroom and showered a lot. 
Tim's home was different and soon his older sister Nan would 
be coming home from visiting friends. She was 17 and 
although they liked each other, lately they had a hard time 
getting along. Wait'll she sees the changes in him this 
summer. Like 50 pounds of changes!  
	When Tim got home, he got even more good news. His mom 
would driving to pick up Nan first thing in the morning. She 
of course asked Tim if he wanted to come but knew that, 
leaving at 5:00 am he would say no. Which he did. Then he 
heard his dad say he had to go to the office for most of the 
morning. Great! Tim would have the house to himself all 
morning. I guess the toilet would miss his morning dump. He 
went to bed massaging his groin thinking about tomorrow.  
	When he woke up in the morning, the house was empty and 
his bowels were full. Earlier, when he was half awake, her 
heard his mom drive off. Later he heard his dad leave as 
well. He check his alarm clock. After nine o'clock. He was 
sure he had the place to himself.  
	He spread his legs and started squeezing it out. Nice 
and slow. He liked the feel of the warm moist poop as it 
squeezed out smearing itself on his buttocks. Then came the 
feeling against his butt as it piled up. The most you got 
off the toilet was a splash on the cheeks when it hits the 
water. He didn't have to worry about accidentally peeing in 
his bed. His penis was so erect there would be no way for 
any urine to escape.  
	Time thought he was leaving a pretty big pile. As soon 
as he thought he was done, it seemed another turd came up 
and needed to be pushed out. Tim took his hard on out 
through the fly on the front of his briefs. He began 
stroking his tool while he squeezed and flexed his buttocks 
in the pile of poop between his legs. This was too much. He 
could feel the orgasm rising up from his balls. Only seconds 
to go.... he was about to come....  
	Suddenly the door burst open and his dad stepped in.  
	"Good morning son." he almost shouted, "I need your 
help carrying stuff to the truck...."  
	Oh no! Tim froze, his rock hard peter still in his 
fist. Semen was squirting out at a rapid pace and running 
down the shaft and on to his fingers.  
	"Come son. Up and at 'em!"  
	His dad grabbed the top of Tim's blanket and before Tim 
could do anything, he pulled both blanket and sheet off 
Tim's body and down to the foot of the bed. Tim was exposed! 
His shrinking dick was still gripped by his fist and the 
semen ran slowly down his hand and on to his soiled briefs.  
	"What the ....." he father stammered, "Oh! I .. I'm 
sorry I busted in on ya boy. I, heh heh, I remember what it 
was like to be your age.... Hey, what's that smell. I smell 
shit."  
	Tim trembled. He was almost off on a teenage 
technicality. Then, Dad noticed the poop between his legs. 
How could he not. The smell was terrible and the brown 
underwear evident between his pale flabby thighs.  
	"Get out of that bed, son. Right now!"  
	Tim tried to figure a quick way to get up. If he rolled 
over and put his legs on the floor, the way he usually gets 
up, his big brown pile would be right in plain view. If he 
sat up first, the mess would be squished and plastered to 
his butt. With great difficulty, he sat up. His fat belly 
made that a difficult evolution. As soon as he got sat up, 
he could felt all the poop smash on to his butt. As he moved 
his legs to the side of the bed, the smearing became much 
worse. In about 30 seconds, Tim was standing before his 
father, briefs full of poop, penis still hanging out of the 
fly.  
	"So this is what you've been doing. Pooping your pants! 
I didn't criticize you when you began gaining weight. I 
thought that was just a phase. Now this! This was a phase 
you went through 12 years ago. Do you want to wear diapers?"  
	That was a question with some merit. The jig was up 
with soiling underwear. What about diapers. Should he answer 
yes and keep going the way he's been going? Be more like 
Todd?  
	"Yes." said Tim hesitantly.  
	"What do you mean 'Yes'?"  
	"Yes, I'd like to wear diapers, dad."  
	His dad's mouth fell open and he was very quiet for a 
moment.  
	"Go get cleaned up." he said. "We'll discuss this 
change in your lifestyle when your mother gets home."  
	Tim's dad left and Tim headed for the shower. Whew! 
This was getting interesting! 

Part Six:   

	Diapers.  
	Tim thought about diapers as the water from the shower 
cascaded down and splashed onto his ample and poop smeared 
rump. What had he gotten himself into? he thought to himself 
as he reached back and spread his butt cheeks, letting the 
warm water spray through his crack and wash away some of the 
mess. A good scrubbing with the soap and wash rag would soon 
have him clean.  
	As he dried his chunky body off he thought about his 
sister Nan. What would she say? She would have to be 
surprised to see him like this. Since hanging out with Todd 
in June, he had gained a very noticeable 40 pounds. He 
noticed this as he struggled into a pair of sweat pants and 
a t-shirt. His gut hung out and no amount of sucking it in 
could keep it from appearing from between where the pants 
top ended and the shirt bottom began.  
	Tim sat in front of the TV with a bag of Fritos to wait 
for his mom and sister. He wondered what Todd was doing. 
Before long he heard the car pull up in the drive. Mom and 
Nan were home.  
	"Hello!" his mom shouted as she came through the door.  
	Nan followed her in. She took one look at Tim and her 
mouth dropped open and her eyes grew wide. Tim knew why and 
his face grew red with embarrassment.  
	"Why Tim," Nan began when she regained her composure, 
"you've gotten so... big. I almost didn't recognize you."  
	"Hi, Nan," was all Tim could mumble with a mouthful. 
"How was the trip?"  
	"Oh, all right, I guess."  
	Their mom interjected, "Nan, let's get your stuff into 
your room. Then we'll make a nice dinner."  
	As his mom and Nan left the room, he could here Nan 
whisper:  
	"Mom, I know you tried to warn me but... he's huge. 
What happened?"  
	Tim looked down. No wonder she was so shocked. His 
belly was hanging way out over his pants as he sat there and 
the shirt had rode up so much, his pale stomach was almost 
totally exposed. She got a look at him at his worst. Just 
looking at his belly made him think about Todd and that gave 
him an erection. That was something he wanted to take care 
of right away so he waddled back to his room and shut the 
door and locked it. He pulled off his pants and got busy.  
	When he was done, he wiped the come on his bed sheets 
and yawned. He was tired. He thought he'd take a nap before 
his father got home and all hell would break loose. He 
barely got his sweats back on before he drifted to a deep 
sleep. He dreamed about soiled underwear and diapers.  
	He was wakened by a sharp knock on his door. His dad 
was home and it was late afternoon.  
	"Tim!" his dad called. "Meet us in the living room."  
	Tim got up and headed for the living room, dreading and 
looking forward to the lecture he would probably get. He 
could smell the makings of a delicious dinner in the 
kitchen. When he got to the living room, the rest of his 
family was there. Nan, too. He dad was sitting next to a 
pile of cloth diapers and some large plastic pants on the 
couch.  
	"You know why you're down here." his dad started.  
	"Yes."  
	"This is your last chance to change your mind. I've 
discussed this with your mother and we both agree. Is this 
the way you want to be treated?"  
	Tim thought for a second. His tummy was grumbling and 
he needed to pee. "Yes, it is."  
	"Well, here they are. You'll have to change yourself. 
Your mom and I are too busy. Nan has graciously volunteered 
to help you get started. You'll wear these diapers when ever 
you are not at school. You'll wash them and keep them clean 
and ready. You can wear underwear to school, as long as they 
still fit you. You'll probably need several pair. Take this 
to your room and Nan will help change you. I'm very 
disappointed, son."  
	Tim hung his head in mock shame. He didn't know what to 
say as he picked up his new diapers and headed to his room. 
He could hear Nan walking behind him.  
	They both went into his room and she closed the door.  
	"Tim," she began, "I know dad has really hassled you 
over this so I won't. I don't understand why you like to do 
this or why you've gained so much weight. I'm sure you have 
your reasons. Let's get started. Take off your pants and lay 
down on your bed."  
	Tim did as instructed with some trepidation. He was 
excited about the cloth diapers. He thought they would be 
disposables like Todd wore. He didn't want Nan to see that 
he had the beginnings of an erection. He used his legs to 
lift his butt and allow the large diaper to be placed 
underneath him. Then Nan pulled it up over his crotch and 
fastened it with pins on each side of his wide hips. Then 
came the plastic pants.  
	"The plastic will catch some stuff that the diapers 
doesn't," she started, "But don't depend on them to make up 
for a bad diapering. Changing will be easier if every thing 
goes into the diaper. Then you can use the pants over again 
for a while."  
	When Nan left, Tim stood and looked at him self for a 
while in his mirror. He took the t-shirt off. In the mirror 
he looked like a very roly-poly toddler in his diaper. Then 
he remembered he had to pee. He faced the mirror and let it 
go. The front of his lily white diaper turned a pale yellow. 
It felt great, too. The urine didn't just sink into the 
fabric and go away like in disposables but hung around his 
nuts and butt like he was wearing underwear.  
	He tried pushing but nothing was ready to come out. He 
needed to fill up for a good B.M. He took off the plastic 
pants and tried changing himself. The diaper was soaked so 
he threw it in the bathroom. As he put a new diaper around 
him he felt his very hard penis calling him for some 
stroking. No time, now. Dinner was being announced and Tim's 
belly needed filling. He got the diaper on good and snug and 
pulled on the plastic pants. He put on his shirt as he 
headed out the door. No need to gross everybody out at the 
dinner table.  
	All eyes were on Tim as he strode to the table in 
nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt. He proudly sat down at 
his place. Meatloaf and mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls 
and jello. He began putting it away with gusto. Talk was at 
a minimum.  
	Everyone else had been done for a while as Tim finished 
his fourth helping and reached for the last roll. Nan 
couldn't help staring as now Tim, who had been eating non- 
stop for over an hour, was quite bloated. He sat back in his 
chair as he munched on the roll. He bloated belly was 
hanging out of his shirt, again. Almost blocking his diaper 
from view. He felt the fullness starting in his bowels. He 
thought it would be neat to load up his diaper right there 
at the dinner table.  
	"Well," his mother began, "Did you get enough?"  
	Tim surveyed the empty platters around the table. Most 
of them had been emptied by him.  
	"There's nothing left." he stated.  
	"With Tim around, there's no worry about leftovers." 
his father joked.  
	Almost everyone now was smiling. It was the first time 
in a while. They were talking about his size and it was 
family talk. Just then, Tim farted involuntarily. It wasn't 
very loud but it ended the happy atmosphere as they all 
thought about Tim in diapers, again.  
	"May I be excused, please?" Tim mumbled.  
	Tim's dad nodded yes and Tim waddled his stuffed body 
back to his room and closed the door. He stood in front of 
the mirror again and waited. It wasn't long in coming. He 
spread his legs apart a little to make it easier. He 
imagined being in Todd's backyard again.  
	The first turd slid out almost with out pushing. Tim 
could feel it leaving it's marks along the insides of his 
buttocks as it slid out. He could feel it as it reached the 
padding of the diaper and begin to squish. The it broke off 
and another began to come out. To make room, the first turd 
was pushed down to the bottom of the diaper.  
	He looked in the mirror and hoped to see a bulge 
growing between his legs from his pile. It wasn't big 
enough, yet and the only bulge came from his raging hard on. 
A third piece followed and fourth. By the time he felt 
finished, he could see a noticeable lump between his legs. 
He sat down fast on his bed and felt the squish against his 
cheeks.  
	He couldn't help it. He began rubbing his cock through 
the diaper until he came and came. This was something he 
could get used to!  

Part Seven:   

	After he came, Tim sat there for a while, letting his 
buttocks rest on the still warm pile in his crotch. He felt 
that it went right up his butt crack again. When he erection 
went down, he added a load of piss to his greatly soiled 
diapers.  
	He felt relieved in more ways then just the obvious. He 
knew he didn't have to hide it around the house any more. If 
he wanted to walk out into the living room with his full 
load, he could. He wouldn't have to get up when watching the 
tube any more. He could even dump right there at the dinner 
table if he wanted!  
	As the poop cooled off around his butt, Tim decided to 
change himself. It was messier than it looked. He had to 
rinse off in the shower again. While he did that he thought 
about Todd and school starting on Monday. He couldn't wait 
to show Todd the changes in his life at home.  
	As the weeks went by, Tim got used to using his diapers 
at home. For school he would wear several pair of briefs and 
he never had the nerve to soil them there. He waited 'til he 
got home, put on a diaper, then let it go. One day, he could 
barely hold it. He just got in the door to his house when he 
let loose a giant load right in his briefs. If felt like old 
times again and he pulled out his peter and whacked off 
right there in the foyer with the still warm pile between 
his cheeks.  
	Tim still missed the gigantic gorging that he and Todd 
used to do and his rapid weight gain had slowed. He was 
still quite fat and in no danger of slimming down, he saw to 
that. He could still pack away a good meal several times a 
day.  
	Todd, had started going to a different school and 
didn't see Tim for a while. He had stayed with the 
disposable diapers and never wore underwear at home or 
school. It was mid October before the boys finally got 
together again.  
	Tim's mother had gotten a job and Nan was back at the 
community college so when Tim got home around 3:30 in the 
afternoon, he was alone until almost 6:00. He got bored with 
just doing homework and sitting around soiling his diaper, 
so he decided to go see Todd. As soon as he got home from 
school, he changed into his diapers, pulled some sweat pants 
on over them, grabbed a handful of cookies and headed for 
Todd's.  
	As he knocked on Todd's door, he remembered that first 
time. Chubby Todd in nothing but a long tank top. He 
remembered those mornings in his back yard, pooping in their 
pants and loving it. Todd open the door a little and peeked 
out. When he saw it was Tim, he smiled wide and let him. 
When Tim got a good look at Todd, his mouth dropped.  
	Todd had gotten humongous! He was wearing nothing but a 
disposable diaper and it looked like he had gained about 50 
pounds. Tim couldn't believe how fat Todd had gotten. Much 
fatter than he remembered. His stomach was swollen out and 
hung over the white plastic diaper and he looked like an 
over inflated balloon. They walked out to his kitchen.  
	"Long time, no see." Todd started, "You look good. Want 
something to eat?"  
	"Sure. I'll always eat. I see you've stuck with the 
diapers."  
	"Yeah. I wear 'em everywhere, now. You looked a little 
shocked to see me just now." Todd began loading his mouth 
with a chocolate eclair, one of a dozen on the table.  
	"Well, you've gotten so... big."  
	"I know. All I ever do now is eat and shit. And go to 
school once in a while. How about you?"  
	"I've got a surprise for you. My dad caught me before 
school started, in bed with a load of fresh poop between my 
legs."  
	"Oh, my!"  
	"So now he makes me wear these..." Tim pulled down his 
sweat pants to reveal his white cloth diapers and plastic 
pants. Todd just gasped. "They feel great. I like 'em almost 
as much as briefs. I can't wait to fill them here with you."  
	"They're a good look for you, Timmy boy. Chow down and 
we'll both be dumping soon."  
	Tim stripped away the rest of his clothes, except his 
diaper and the two of them began eating with gusto. Soon, 
their bellies were swollen and their butts ready to unload. 
They went to Todd's bedroom and watched each other as they 
began to pee. Then came the poop.  
	Todd could still stand and dump as if nothing was 
happening. Only the redness of his face and the sound of the 
poop popping and sliding out to give him away. Tim still had 
to spread his legs a little and grunt out, savoring the feel 
of the warm mass as it bunched against his soft flesh and 
the wet diaper. By the time they were done, they both had 
nice lumps in the diapers, fore and aft.  
	"The other thing I like about cloth diapers," Tim 
began, "is this."  
	Tim reached his right hand down between his cloth 
diaper and plastic pants and began massaging his boner 
through the cloth. Todd looked a little jealous.  
	"I have to take mine off to do that." Todd said as he 
laid down on his bed and undid the adhesive strips, freeing 
the front end of his diaper. He began pumping his fist on 
his red and hard erection. Tim laid down next to him and 
they worked off to a delicious ejaculation.  
	"That felt good," Time said, panting.  
	"I'm getting cloth diapers. I never thought about that 
before. I've got a great idea."  
	"What's that?" Tim asked.  
	"What are you gonna be for Halloween?"  
	"A fat kid, I guess. I don't know if I'm trick or 
treating."  
	"How about this. You and me go as a couple of fat 
babies. We can wear our diapers and some baby clothes. No 
one would know! We could pig out on candy and poop ourselves 
silly right out on the street."  
	It sounded like a good idea to Tim. He checked the 
clock and realized he had to get home before his folks. Todd 
and he planned to get together Halloween night and trick or 
treat as babies. Maybe Nan would help with his costume.  
	When Tim got home, he changed himself and got his load 
of diapers in the wash just before his mom got home.  
	"Hello dear," she said. "Did you have a good day?"  
	Of course, what could he say?!  

Part Eight:   

	The plans for Halloween came together nicely. Nan 
helped Tim make a large baby bonnet to wear and they got an 
over sized pacifier on a string. A short, baby blue t-shirt 
completed the get up. His mom thought it was a good costume, 
too. The only one who didn't approve was Tim's dad. He still 
hated seeing his boy in diapers and liking it.  
	The bolder Tim got with his diaper activities, the 
angrier it made his father. Tim had started out just filling 
his diapers in his room when the time came, but now, he 
would do it in the living room, kitchen or anywhere. The 
only time he was a little ashamed to was in the dining room 
during or right after a meal. He felt that might offend his 
mom or Nan and send dad off the deep end. Tim would have 
accidents in his briefs from time to time, as well. One day, 
he loaded his drawers on the school bus on the way home. 
Everyone thought he had just farted.  
	Finally, it was Halloween! Tim got into his costume and 
headed for Todd's early, before his dad got home from work. 
He didn't want any hassle from him. He got to Todd's and 
surveyed his costume. Todd had on the biggest cloth diaper 
he had ever seen, and that was about it. Around his neck he 
had a tiny little bib that just made he giant belly seem 
even bigger than it was.  
	"I've been waiting all week for this, man." Todd said.  
	"Let's do it!" exclaimed Tim as he grabbed the pillow 
case he planned to use a trick or treat bag.  
	The boys covered the neighborhood as well as a couple 
of heavyweights could. Their bags should have been stuffed 
but they kept dipping into them so much, they were the only 
things getting stuffed. Some people who opened their doors 
thought they were in great costumes. Other were repulsed. It 
was either the reality of the diapers or the incredible size 
of Todd, but a lot people had to look twice at the giant 
trick or treating babies.  
	Soon, nature came calling. Tim and Todd had just gotten 
back to Todd's house and were in the back yard when Todd's 
butt began making the tell tale sounds. His mom was gone to 
a Halloween party and the boys were alone. They leaned 
against each other and helped remove all their costumes 
except the diapers as they squeezed out their loads.  
	Tim knew it was gonna be a big one as he felt the large 
warm mass spread his butt cheeks apart. His erection got 
harder with each bit he added to his pile. Todd's pile was 
getting pretty big too. As they finished, Todd said:  
	"Hey. I wanna try something."  
	"What's that?" Tim asked.  
	"Lay down on the ground here on your stomach."  
	That was easier said then done. Tim hated laying on his 
swollen stomach but got down on all fours. The poop began to 
squish around his thighs.  
	"This is as far as I go." he said.  
	Todd proceeded to mount his friend and started humping 
him with his diaper on. He was merely rubbing his erect 
penis against Tim's poop filled seat while in the wet 
diaper. The feeling for both was incredible. Poop was 
smearing and squishing around Tim's round fat buttocks while 
Todd pile was being rubbed against his nuts. He came twice. 
Then he got on his hand and knees.  
	"Your turn!" he hollered.  
	Tim mounted Todd the same way and soon he was spouting 
a geyser. As the two of them caught their breath and planned 
on how to do it again, they heard the phone ring. It was 
Tim's father. Tim had to get home, now. And he didn't sound 
too happy. Tim didn't even have time to change himself like 
he planned to and he hurried home as fast as his chubby legs 
could take him.  
	When he got home, his dad was the only one there. He 
meet him at the door. Tim's dad took one look at him and his 
face got red. Tim's diaper was a poop smeared mess. The shit 
was everywhere because of Todd's rump humping. The smell was 
horrendous.  
	"All right," he began, "I've had it. I thought the 
diapers would be enough punishment. I thought you would be 
begging to be rid of them. But no, you seem to enjoy them."  
	Tim just looked at the ground. He didn't like where 
this was going.  
	"So now, you're done with them. You hear me! No more 
diapers! I've confiscated the all the one in the house. Now 
go get cleaned up, give me those diapers. Then get into bed 
naked. Naked! And believe me, I'll check.  
	Tim's dad was a man of his word and poor Tim slept in 
the buff that night. He did beat off two times before 
falling to sleep, though.  
	The next morning, his dad was the first thing Tim saw 
when he awoke. He had a package in his hand.  
	"Good morning, son," he started. "This is your new 
under garments from now on."  
	He held up an extra large size jock strap.  
	"And these are the only pants you will be allowed to 
wear."  
	He had several pair of sheer white surgical-type pants.  
	"One drop of urine. One turd from the fat butt of yours 
and I'll know. Everyone will know. Now get dressed."  
	Tim put on his new outfit and looked in the mirror. The 
pants were so thin you could almost see through it. He knew 
it got even the slightest bit wet, there would be nothing 
left to the imagination. After nearly two months in diapers, 
his butt felt weird hanging out there with little to no 
coverage.  
	Tim came down to breakfast and found only a bowl of 
cereal and a piece of toast. Where was the bacon, the eggs, 
the sausages and sweet rolls.  
	"Surprised?" he dad said. "Your stuffing days are over, 
too. Your diet starts today."  
	What to do?  

Part Nine:   

	When Tim finished his light breakfast, that familiar 
morning urge came upon him. He looked at his father, reading 
the paper. Tim wanted to dump right there so bad and yet he 
knew he couldn't. He let out a short fart.  
	"Better head for the john, son," his dad said, "It's 
time to start acting your age."  
	Tim knew better than to argue. He waddled off the 
bathroom, still hungry. He closed the door and locked at and 
looked at the cold toilet for a minute. He couldn't just sit 
on it!  
	Then he remembered what he used to do at home, before 
the diapers. He removed his pants and jock and stood over 
the bowl. He began to pee and started pushing his B.M. 
through. With out squatting, spreading his legs or spreading 
his butt cheeks, he began to poop. He loved the feel of the 
poop as it traveled between his buttocks. Unfortunately, 
instead of the wonderful sensation of sticking to his rear, 
he got splashed on the legs as the turds fell into the 
toilet. The dump aroused Tim's penis and as soon as he 
finished, he began to take care of that matter!  
	His father knocked on the door as Tim began coming.  
	"What's the matter?" he hollered, "You forget how to 
go? Hurry up or you'll be late for school!"  
	Tim redressed himself and headed for school. He had 
forgotten to wipe himself though and for the rest of the 
day, carried a nasty brown "skid mark" on the back of his 
pants. All the kids at school had a good laugh at that!  
	Weeks went by and Tim learned to cope with his new 
predicament. He found he had to wipe with a damp washcloth 
to keep from leaving a mark. Tim desperately needed to load 
his pants again.  
	The weight was not coming off rapidly. Tim's diet only 
worked at home. Away from home, he stuffed himself 
regularly. It was not unusual to see him put away a dozen 
doughnuts or a couple of Whoppers daily. He wondered how 
Todd was. He was forbidden from going to his house which was 
unfortunate. He knew Todd would let him use a diaper of an 
old pair of briefs for old time sake.  
	One day, as Tim headed home on the school bus, he had a 
great dump ready to come out. He knew no one was home but he 
was condemned to the toilet still. Or was he?  
	Tim was breathless with anticipation as he got into his 
house and closed the door behind him. He leaned his back 
against the door and spread his legs, slightly. Quickly the 
front of his pants were soaked and the urine puddled around 
his feet. Then he closed his eyes and began pooping. He 
smiled briefly.  
	But, something was wrong. The poop didn't pile up 
around his cheeks as is should have. Of course! The pants 
were too baggy. The pile fell down his legs and came out on 
the floor, messy up his shoes.  
	Damn! he thought. Now he had a mess to clean up and 
none of the satisfaction. Tomorrow, he had to sneak over to 
Todd's!  
	Tim got home from school at 3:00 PM. No one would be at 
his house 'til at least 5. That gave him two hours for Todd. 
Tim got off the school bus and headed for Todd's place right 
away. He hadn't seen Todd in over two months.  
	Tim walked up and knocked on Todd's door. There was no 
answer. Time went over to Todd's open bedroom window and 
tapped on the pane.  
	"Todd!" he called, "You home?"  
	"Hey Tim!" Todd's voice sounded strangely thick, "I 
can't come to the door. The back door is open. Come in."  
	Tim made his way back to the back sliding glass doors 
and let himself in. He wandered back to Todd's room. It was 
dimly lit. Tim hoped Todd was changing himself or something. 
That was why he could come to the door. What he saw a shock.  
	Todd was in bed. He had gotten humongous! Todd had 
gained over 200 pounds since Halloween and had not been out 
of bed in two weeks. He was unable to walk. His head was 
propped up on pillows and his flab and great rolls of fat 
cover the full size bed and hung over the sides. He wearing 
only a very large and wet disposable diaper. Dirty dishes 
were all around the bed.  
	"What happened?" Tim asked when he found his voice.  
	"Well, I've done nothing but eat since Halloween. I 
love it! I haven't moved in days!" Just then, he farted.  
	The smell made Tim gag. He was a little grossed out. He 
forgot all about borrowing a diaper. He wanted out of there!  
	"Uh," he stammered. "Good to see you. I, uh, gotta get 
home."  
	"Wait! You gotta do me a favor."  
	"What's that?"  
	Todd spread his fleshy legs slightly. "I haven't been 
able to touch my dick in weeks. Could you give me a hand 
job?"  
	Tim coughed and said, "Sure."  
	Tim climbed on the bed between Todd's legs and undid 
the tapes on his diaper and pulled it down. He could barely 
see the tip of Todd's erect penis between the folds of flab. 
He had to use his left hand push the fat away while he 
rubbed Todd's dick with his right. Todd just smile.  
	In a few minutes, Todd began breathing loud and hard. 
Then the semen shot out like a geyser and sprayed Tim's hand 
and got all over Todd's grossly obese body.  
	"Thanks, bud," he began when he caught his breath. "You 
should come over more often."  
	"I gotta go."  
	"I know. Thanks again. Could you hand me that doughnut 
box over there?"  
	Tim picked up a full doughnut box from a stack on the 
dresser. Empty boxes were around the bed. Todd began shoving 
doughnuts in his mouth as Tim left.  
	Tim was quiet and morose that night at dinner. He 
thought about Todd and how the adventure was over. He 
figured tonight, he would sit on the toilet again. He would 
stop being a pig. He would be a regular kid again. The 
familiar urge began as he finished the meal.  
	"I'm going to the bathroom." he announced as he got up 
from the table.  
	"Well," his father began, "That's good to hear! I'm 
glad you've come back to your senses. I knew if I worked on 
you be back to normal soon. Don't bother to thank me."  
	Tim's face turned red with anger and he backed away 
from the table, glaring at his father. Then, something 
snapped.  
	Tim had had it. He grabbed the fabric of his pants 
around his thighs and held it tightly. Then, he let a warm 
stream of urine go. It ran down both his pant legs and 
puddled on the floor.  
	"My word!" his mother exclaimed.  
	Then, with his butt facing his father, Tim spread his 
legs and began to poop! Because he held the pants tight 
against his legs, the pile stayed right he wanted it. Right 
around his cheeks. Tim's father was livid.  
	"Fine!" he screamed. "If that's what you want to do, be 
my guest! I give up! I don't care any more! Wear your 
diapers! Shit your pants! I've had it!"  
	And he stormed out of the room leaving the silence 
behind.  
	From then on, Tim wore diapers. He never sat on the 
toilet again. When he finished High School, he got a job 
fixing computers and moved out on his own. He said a very 
fat and happy young man.  
	Todd was admitted to a clinic when he reached 500 
pounds. He was only 15. When he finally lost weight and got 
down to a chubby 250, he continued to wear diapers, too. Tim 
and Todd share an apartment today and change each others 
diapers. 

The End 



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