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 15