Across the Street

Summary: A partly true account of how Mike returns to diapers at age 
six

When I was 6 I used to get babysat by the lady who lived across the 
street from us. Her name was Barb and she had a 3-year-old son named 
Russell. I used to watch as Barb would change Russell's diapers and 
wished that I were wearing them too. One Wednesday that's exactly what 
I said, "I wish I was wearing diapers too." I said, sort of half 
wishing half day dreaming. I didn't even know that I had voiced my 
desire out loud until Barb turned to look at me.

"You wish you were wearing diapers too huh? Well that's easily enough 
arranged." She said as she grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and 
pulled them down around my ankles. She did the same with my underpants.

I was stunned for a second and didn't know what to do. I couldn't 
believe that I had said that I wanted to wear diapers out loud. What I 
found even harder to believe was that Barb was about to fulfill my 
request. Before I had any more time to think, she pushed me backwards 
so that I started to fall onto the changing table but she grabbed hold 
of me to control my decent. Once I was positioned on the table Barb 
finished removing my sweats and underwear before pulling out a 
disposable diaper. She unfolded it and with one hand lifted my bum off 
the table by my legs while pushing the diaper under me with the other. 
After lowering my butt onto the diaper she sprinkled me with baby 
powder and pulled the front of the diaper snugly up between my legs 
before taping it into place. "There you are..." she commented, "Wish 
granted." She finished as she playfully swatted my diapered ass. The 
diaper was really tight and obviously wasn't made for someone my size, 
I was shocked that it even fit at all but at the same time I was 
thrilled to actually be wearing a diaper!

I started to walk but the thickness of the padding between my legs 
forced them apart causing me to waddle. I turned to look at myself in 
the mirror. Looking back at me was a toddler, albeit a tall one but 
definitely not a six-year-old boy. I looked to be about 3 to 3 � my T-
shirt didn't quite reach the top of my diaper and without any pants on 
I looked as though I should almost be wearing a diaper shirt with the 
snaps in the crotch to keep my T-shirt from riding up. Barb put Russell 
in his crib and led me to the kitchen. As soon as we arrived she firmly 
but gently, guided me to the highchair sitting by the kitchen table. 
She made me sit down and fastened the straps and tray in place to 
secure me in, I wouldn't be getting out of this highchair without her 
help. Next Barb produced a baby bottle of juice from the fridge and 
stuck the nipple in my mouth forcing me to drink the contents of the 
bottle. After I had finished the bottle Barb immediately replaced it 
with another one. Halfway through the second bottle I could feel my 
bladder beginning to strain with the intake of liquid.

I tried to shuffle my weight to ease my discomfort, which only made 
things worse. I tried to take the nipple out of my mouth so I could 
tell Barb that I needed to pee but she kept moving the bottle, it was 
clear that she wasn't going to let me speak until I finished the second 
bottle as well. So I continued to suckle at the nipple of the baby 
bottle as the pressure built inside my bladder. I was almost finished 
drinking when my bladder suddenly gave out and as I moaned around the 
nipple in my mouth, I soaked the diaper as I finished the bottle. I was 
in heaven, I didn't even try to stop myself from peeing I just reveled 
in the sensations as the warm pee spread throughout the padding of the 
diaper.

Barb put the bottle in the sink and removed the tray from the highchair 
to discover that I was peeing in my diaper. "So not only do you want to 
wear diapers you want to use them. Well if you want to pee in your 
diaper like a little baby I guess we need to get you some bigger 
diapers." She added, as urine began to trickle down my leg. Barb picked 
me up and took me to Russell's room, laid me on the changing table and 
quickly changed my soggy diaper. As soon as I was changed she bent down 
to check Russell's diaper to discover he was wet as well, after 
changing him she announced, "Well that does it, there's only one diaper 
left! Looks like we're going shopping." So Barb packed us into the car 
and headed off to the grocery store.

I was halfway between the car and the store before I realized that I 
wasn't wearing anything over my diaper. Barb wasn't waiting for me as 
she carried Russell into the store leaving me no choice but to follow. 
She got a shopping cart and put Russell in the child seat and told me 
to walk along beside the cart. I waddled along hoping that I wasn't 
going to run into anyone I knew. After a few minutes in the store I 
could feel my bowels churning and my bladder filling up, I no longer 
cared if I ran into anyone I knew and was instead praying that I would 
make it out of the store before I was forced to use my diaper. We made 
straight for the baby supplies aisle and Barb began tossing things into 
the cart: powder, lotion, and a box of Pampers for Russell. She stopped 
one of the stock-boys and in a fairly loud voice asked, "Excuse me, 
what are the biggest diapers you sell? You see my six year old baby 
needs to have some diapers in his size!" The stock-boy turned to look 
at me, standing in my fully exposed and badly fitting diaper and T-
shirt and gave me the hairy eyeball while sizing me up. I turned beet 
red with embarrassment and looked at the floor. I could feel the 
pressure building in my bowels and my bladder simultaneously.

"I think that these toddler plus diapers should fit your 'baby'." The 
stock-boy offered.

Barb thanked him and told me to grab a box and carry it through the 
store instead of putting it in the shopping cart. So I followed her as 
she wound her way through the grocery store's aisles, trying to ignore 
the looks I was getting from the other shoppers. The pressure in my 
bladder was getting critical, I was forced to walk slowly and 
deliberately or lose control of my bladder, I thought that my bowels 
would hold until we got to the car at least, or hopefully, the house.

One lady with her son, who appeared to be approximately the same age as 
me, (I assume), pointed at me and said, "See?? Now if you don't smarten 
up right this minute I'll do the exact same thing to you and parade you 
around the whole neighborhood in nothing but diapers and a T-shirt."

Having finished our shopping we went and stood in line at the checkout. 
There were about 5 people in line ahead of us. I had to shift my weight 
from one foot to the other and squeeze my legs together in order to 
keep from pissing myself. I put the box of Pampers down to alleviate 
some of the stress on my body.

Ahead of us an elderly lady was taking what seemed like an eternity 
counting out every last penny to pay her grocery bill. When she had 
finally paid and collected her groceries. The next person was whisked 
through the till at breakneck speed. Barb looked at me and in a 
somewhat gruff voice ordered, "Pick up your diapers Mike." As I bent 
down to pick up my box of Pampers the pressure exerted on my bowels was 
more than they could take and as I began to stand up I froze� a short 
fart escaped from my sphincter immediately followed by a wave of poop. 
I looked around to see if anyone noticed that the back of my diaper was 
beginning to bulge. My feces pushed out between my butt cheeks and hit 
the padding of my tight diaper, spreading down towards my scrotum and 
across my butt. Barb was unaware of what was transpiring and only saw 
that I was not moving, so she tugged me along by my arm. As soon as she 
pulled me I lost what little control I had left over my bladder and 
began soaking the front of my diaper as I was simultaneously filling 
the back of it.

I shuffled along behind Barb, messing and wetting myself as I went. 
Fortunately there was only one person left ahead of us but 
unfortunately, as Barb was putting our shopping on the conveyor belt, 
my small diaper absorbed as much urine as it could handle. Pee began to 
trickle from my diaper around the leg gathers and down my legs just as 
Barb bent down to pick up my box of diapers. Barb sniffed the air as 
she stood up, confirming her notion that I wasn't just wetting myself. 
She turned to the cashier, "I'm sorry, but my baby's diaper is leaking. 
Do you have a mop handy?"

The cashier looked at Russell and not seeing any noticeable wetness was 
about to say something when she turned her attention to me, standing in 
a small puddle, wetness glistening on my legs. She grabbed her 
microphone as Barb removed my T-shirt leaving me wearing nothing but an 
obviously wet and messy diaper and shoes. The cashier called, "Cleanup 
at till 2." Calmly into her microphone and shot me a dirty look as she 
rang our groceries through the till.

Barb was using my T-shirt to mop up the puddle my leaky diaper had 
caused. When she was finished she just threw it into the shopping cart, 
paid the cashier and dragged me out of the store. As we walked to the 
car I could feel my poop shift down lower into the crotch of my diaper 
and mix with my urine with every step causing my diaper to leak even 
more, but now it was starting to leak poop as well as pee. Barb was 
saying, "Well I guess you really are a baby!! Not only do you wet 
yourself in the middle of the grocery store but also you poop in your 
diaper and make a huge mess. I guess you really should be in diapers if 
you can't even tell me that you need to go poop, instead you just 
decide to poop in your diaper just like a little baby." Brown streaks 
were running down my legs as we got to the car. She put Russell into 
his car seat and put the groceries in the trunk. Before she closed the 
trunk she pulled out a big garbage bag and put it on the passenger seat 
saying, "Well if you like pooping in your diapers so much you can just 
wear them until we get home!" She made me sit on the garbage bag, 
squishing my poop against my ass and anywhere else it could go once it 
had filled my butt cheeks to capacity. It spread forward until it 
engulfed my scrotum completely, I was sure that the diaper was about to 
burst (not being designed to contain that much) but it didn't. I had to 
admit to myself though, that aside from the horrible smell I liked 
pooping in my diaper. Barb rolled down ALL the windows and we headed 
home.

When we pulled into the driveway Barb immediately told me, "You stay 
right where you are while I take Russell into the house." I did as I 
was told, taking the time to survey the damage. The garbage bag I was 
sitting on had done a good job containing the mess that my diaper 
hadn't and I was sitting in a small pool of urine and feces. Barb came 
out a few moments later and opened the car door saying, "I want you to 
go stand in the back yard until I come and get you, understood?" I 
nodded and got up from my puddle, waddling my way towards the back 
yard. As I walked I felt the load in the back of my diaper slide off my 
ass and drop into the crotch of the diaper, making it even harder to 
walk.

I stood in the back yard for several minutes before Barb came out. She 
looked at me and said, "You are one dirty baby, lets see about getting 
you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper huh?" With that said she ripped 
open the tapes letting my diaper fall to the ground with a thud, just 
before turning the hose on me. I yelped as the cold water hit me 
washing the poop and piss into the grass. Once she was convinced that 
she had washed most off my mess off of me she led me by the hand to the 
bathroom and put me in the bath to finish the job. After she finished 
scrubbing me Barb toweled me off and led me to the living room. Russell 
was sitting in his playpen sucking on a bottle and I noticed that his 
changing pad was lying in the middle of the floor, right next to it was 
my box of Pampers. Without having to be asked, I walked over and lay 
down on the changing pad so Barb could diaper me, she seemed a little 
bit impressed by this but didn't say anything. She opened the box of 
diapers and unfolded one of them before lifting me by my feet to slide 
it under my ass. Next she dusted me liberally with baby powder before 
taping the diaper in place. The first thing that the two of us noticed 
was how much better these diapers fit me as opposed to Russell's. They 
fit me perfectly it was almost as if they were made to fit me. I stood 
up and checked myself out turning this way and that, while Barb did the 
same. "Well those diapers certainly fit you much better than Russ'," 
she commented, "Are you thirsty?" I was and told her so. Barb led me 
into the kitchen and in one quick movement picked me up and put me in 
Russell's highchair. She bound me in with the straps before putting the 
tray in place, effectively locking me in. She went to the fridge and 
pulled out a baby bottle full of juice and handed it to me. I put the 
nipple in my mouth and drank the bottle dry without a second thought. 
To my surprise Barb quickly handed me another one, as I began to drink 
it Barb walked out of the room. As I continued to drink the juice I 
suddenly felt my bladder getting quite full, just then I heard the 
front door. I looked at the clock; it read 5pm, "Oh no!!" I thought to 
myself�mom will be getting home any minute and here I am sitting in a 
highchair in Barb's kitchen wearing nothing but a diaper.

I was beginning to panic, I was strapped into the highchair unable to 
get out and my bladder was rapidly filling up, if I didn't get out of 
the chair soon I'd have no choice but to wet my diaper. Just then I 
heard the front door again, I could also hear muffled voices Barb was 
talking to someone. Barb came in to the kitchen and released me from 
the highchair saying, "It just occurred to me what time it was. You'd 
probably like to get those diapers over to your house before your mom 
or dad get home wouldn't you?" I sure would I thought to myself, as I 
headed towards the living room I started peeing. I stopped in my 
tracks, spread my legs a little and soaked myself. "Would you like some 
help carrying your things over to the house?" Barb asked.

I replied, "Thanks, that'd be great."

"Good, I'll help you carry it then." My mother said as she stepped into 
view. If I hadn't been pissing myself already I definitely would have 
started right then. I just stood there spread-legged peeing in my 
diaper unable to say a word. "I wouldn't want you to forget anything." 
Mom added as she bent over and picked up my box of Pampers, "Besides, 
it looks as though someone needs a diaper change anyway." She grabbed 
me by the hand, turned to thank Barb and led me across the street. I 
waddled along behind her as fast as my soaked diaper would allow.

Once inside the house mom looked at me, standing in the family room 
wearing nothing but a very wet diaper. "Barb told me everything," she 
began, "So you want to wear diapers and act like a baby?? Well that's 
exactly what you're going to get!" continued mom as she tapped her foot 
and looked at me. "Follow me." She said and led me up to my room where 
she opened my underwear drawer and removed all my underwear and threw 
it into my garbage can. "You won't be needing these anymore�" she added 
as she threw the last pair into the trash. Mom began filling the 
drawers with the Pampers that Barb had purchased for me. Once the box 
was empty mom had me sit down on my bed while she went to the washroom, 
moments later she returned with a damp washcloth. "Lie down." Mom 
ordered, as I lay back she quickly popped the tapes of my diaper and 
pulled the front down and began cleaning me with the washcloth before 
rolling up the soaked diaper and throwing it on top of the pile of 
underpants in the trash. She immediately unfolded a new diaper and 
spread it out underneath my hovering bottom, then mom dusted me with 
baby powder that she must have gotten from Barb, pulled up the front of 
my diaper and taped me snugly in. "Now, put on some pants and a shirt, 
we're going shopping."

I must've tried 3 pairs of pants on before I found a pair that would go 
over my diaper. I heard mom calling me from downstairs so I quickly 
threw on a T-shirt and headed down to her. No sooner than I got 
downstairs did mom usher me into the car and we headed off to the mall. 
Little did I know it but mom and Barb had this all planned, Barb had 
known about my desire to be diapered and babied since she first watched 
me with Russell. More than once she had noticed me watch as Russell wet 
himself then when I thought nobody was watching, I'd wet myself just 
before jumping in the sprinkler. Apparently Barb must have noticed the 
time that I stole two of Russell's clean diapers and told mom that I 
had taken them home to wear. I was so lost in thought that I didn't 
even notice that we had arrived at the mall until mom told me to get 
out of the car.

Mom took me by the wrist and led me into the mall. A quick glance at 
the directory and we were off. We went past all the toy stores, the 
music stores, the candy stores and straight into Sears. Once in Sears 
mom found another directory and like a shot she was off to destination 
unknown with me in tow. I probably should have guessed where we were 
headed but it took me until we were actually in the baby department at 
Sears that I knew what we were here for.

We were walking up and down the aisles, mom looking at various styles 
of furniture when a salesman approached and asked, "May I help you, 
ma'am?"

Mom turned and looked at him and said, "Yes, you may. I'm looking for a 
highchair, changing table, crib and playpen for my baby here."

Both the salesman and I did a double-take upon hearing mom refer to me 
as a baby. But to his credit (or the store's) he instantly regained his 
composure and led us over to the highchairs. "I think that you will 
find these chairs to your satisfaction, but first I think that we 
should take some measurements of your 'baby' to make sure that he 
doesn't outgrow your purchase in the next 2 months." Mom nodded her 
head in agreement and the salesman produced a tape measure and 
proceeded to measure me from head to toe, stopping only briefly when 
his hand came into contact with the diaper under my pants. Having 
completed all his measurements he directed us towards the largest of 
the highchairs to try out while he went into the back to try and find a 
crib and playpen that would accommodate me.

After trying out a couple of highchairs we found one that both mom and 
I seemed to agree on, a nice tall, old-fashioned, oak highchair large 
enough to hold me for several years to come (if it came to that). The 
salesman appeared just as mom had put the tray back on effectively 
trapping me in the chair. "I think I've found a crib for you in the 
back if you'd like to come and have a look." He said as mom did up the 
highchair's straps completely trapping me in the chair until such time 
as she saw fit to release me.

"Now you be a good baby and I'll be back in a minute." Mom said as she 
kissed me on the cheek and followed the salesman into the back. The 
salesman looked a little apprehensive about leaving me in the highchair 
while he and mom went to look at the crib but just shrugged his 
shoulders and led the way.

I sat in the highchair looking around the store trying to keep myself 
entertained as well as sort out what was happening. I reflected back on 
my day, school was normal for grade 2, I waited in the schoolyard for 
Barb to come and pick me up when school was out. The walk home seemed 
normal; Barb's house was normal. We went in to the nursery Barb was 
changing Russell's diaper, when suddenly I said, "I wish I was wearing 
diapers too." That was it, that's where my life suddenly changed from 
your average 6 year old's to an average 1 year old's. It was now that I 
realized that I had gotten my wish and more. I was going to be a baby 
again for at least the next year. "Alright!!!!" I thought to myself I'm 
going to be a baby for at least a year, that means no more toilets 
(hopefully) and no toilets means: diapers!!! I just wasn't sure how far 
mom was going to take this, would she make me wear diapers to school?

Just then mom and the salesman came walking back towards me both of 
them chattering away. "No, I think that will be perfect." Mom continued 
as she approached me and began undoing the straps on the highchair. 
"And I think this chair will do excellently as well." The salesman 
nodded his head in agreement as mom helped me out of the highchair. 
"Now I think the only other thing we need is a diaper bag and possibly 
a changing pad, Oh and of course clothes."

It was decided that clothes should be the next order of business, mom 
found onesies, and a couple of pairs of overalls that had snaps up the 
inside of the legs and the crotch for easier diaper changes. The 
overalls didn't look too babyish and had ample room in the seat to 
accommodate bulky diapers. Satisfied, mom had the salesman lead us over 
to a large assortment of diaper bags of all shapes and sizes. Mom 
turned and asked me, "See any you like? After all, they are going to 
hold your diapers." After finding one I liked and a changing pad to 
match the three of us headed towards the cash registers to ring up our 
sale. "Now when can we expect the furniture?"

"Tomorrow, whenever it's convenient for you. Although you can take the 
highchair right now if you would like." answered the salesman.

"Well can we pick it up in a little while? We have a little more 
shopping to do." Replied mom. The salesman nodded his head in agreement 
and rang up the sale. After mom had paid she led me back out to the 
food court where we sat down and had a burger and fries. Mom bought me 
a large pop and didn't get herself a drink; she occasionally took sips 
out of mine. Halfway through the pop I could feel the effects of all 
the other fluids I had consumed during the day. I took a big sip and 
leaned back in my chair as I began peeing in my diaper right in the 
middle of the mall (mind you malls weren't as busy back then, they 
hadn't developed into hangouts yet). We continued our meal as I 
continued to wet myself. Mom looked happier than she had in a long 
time; maybe she wanted to baby me as much as I wanted to be babied. 
Maybe she missed having a baby around the house� I was pulled out of my 
little daydream as mom stood me up and pulled my pants down a little. 
"Just let mom check your diaper�" mom cooed as she stuck her fingers 
between my leg and the diaper's cuff. "Just as I thought that diaper is 
soaked, it's a wonder it's not leaking." We got up and we headed 
towards the nearby drugstore.

Mom got a shopping cart and gently put me in the seat. It was a useless 
gesture though; the added pressure of the small seat combined with the 
quantity of urine inside the diaper was enough to cause a slow leak. I 
felt the warm, soggy padding shift and slurp as mom placed me in the 
seat. When my full weight was brought down on the padding I could feel 
the wetness trickle its way down my legs along the back of my sweat 
pants. Mom quickly made her way through the store straight to the baby-
care aisle. Into the cart went 3 Boxes of Pampers Toddler Plus diapers, 
2 containers of baby powder, lotion, several pacifiers, a half-dozen 
baby bottles and 2 boxes of 'brand new' baby wipes. I asked mom why so 
many boxes of diapers and she replied, "That's not so many, one to 
finish filling up your drawers, one to go to Barb's house and one for 
school."

"I have to wear them to school?" I asked rhetorically

"Yes," mom replied, "you are going to wear them everywhere; at home, at 
Barb's at your friend's houses and at school. You're going to wear 
diapers 24/7 for as long as I decide."

We wheeled up to the cashier who started ringing everything through and 
had to comment on all the baby items, "Do you have a new baby in the 
family?"

Mom just looked at her and retorted, "No I have an old baby in the 
family, 6 years old is old for a baby isn't it? Now could you kindly 
speed things along we need to get out of here his diaper is leaking."

The cashier's eyes went wide with the combination of mom's last remark 
and the sight of mom pulling me out of the shopping cart with my ass 
towards the cashier with the round dark wet patches on my sweat pants 
from where my diaper had leaked on full display. Of course as mom was 
lifting me out of the shopping cart the waistband of my sweatpants got 
caught on the cart, pulling my pants down to my knees and fully 
exposing my leaky diaper.

We quickly exited the store and mom changed my diaper right in the 
middle of the mall. This got a few strange looks from the other 
shoppers in the mall but for the most part everybody just went about 
their business. Unfortunately my diaper had leaked into my sweatpants 
and mom refused to let me wear them so I had to waddle through the mall 
with my Pampers on full display (I wasn't thrilled about that). We went 
and collected the highchair and headed to the car. Once we had 
everything inside we got in and headed home.

When we got home mom had me sit on the couch while she unloaded the 
car. She set the highchair up in the kitchen then called me over to 
her. "Could you take this box of Pampers over to Barb's and ask her to 
come over here when she's free?" I nodded my agreement and grabbed one 
of the boxes of diapers and waddled across the street painfully aware 
of my lack of pants with my diapers on full display and crinkling with 
every step.

I knocked on Barb's door and heard a muffled, "Come in�" I let myself 
in and stood in the living room waiting while Barb finished changing 
Russell's diaper in the other room. She came in with Russell on her hip 
and began to greet me stopping in mid sentence when she saw the box of 
Pampers.

I seized the moment of silence to inform her, "Mom asked me to bring 
this box of diapers over to you and ask you to come over to our house 
when you're free."

"Well I'm free now." Barb replied her facial expression showing that 
the fact I was still wearing diapers had not escaped her at all.

We went back to my house as mom was returning from upstairs, "Hi Barb," 
mom began, "Well it seems that since Michael seems to like wearing 
diapers and acting like a baby so much that we should treat him like 
one. I've decided that from now on (until I decide otherwise) that he 
will be wearing diapers 24/7." She was filling a baby bottle with grape 
juice while she talked, screwed the lid on and sat on the couch with me 
beside her as she fed it to me. "He's not going to be using the toilet 
at all, for any reasons," mom continued, "I hope that changing Mike's 
diapers and treating him like a baby won't be to much for you or the 
school nurse�" she added. "Tomorrow I'm going to have to speak to her, 
Michael's teacher and principal when I bring him to school along with 
another box of Pampers."

I was listening to this with a little trepidation, the nurse I could 
understand but I didn't want my teacher or the Principal told about my 
diapers. Just the thought of it was enough to make me start to wet 
myself. 'Strange' I thought to myself, I didn't remember feeling the 
need to pee and as suddenly as I began to soak my diapers I felt my 
stomach churn and I suddenly needed to poop too. I tried briefly to 
stop the stream of urine but once I was peeing I always found it next 
to impossible to stop and rather than fight against it I pushed a 
little causing me to flood the front of my diaper while simultaneously 
filling the back of it. Seeing no other option I continued to drink 
from the bottle, spreading my legs a little to make room as I pushed 
the rest of the warm poop into my diaper.

Barb was saying, "Isn't that a little drastic?" when the smell emanated 
from my diaper.

Mom snorted, "If Michael wants to wear diapers then I'm going to see to 
it that he does indeed wear them and we'll see if after a few months 
whether or not his interest in diapers has remained. So if he's going 
to wear them he's going to wear them 24/7 and use them for their 
intended purpose just like anyone else who wears diapers would." Mom 
paused for a moment; the room was starting to smell strongly of poop. 
She got up and told me to bring her the changing pad, wipes, baby 
powder and a fresh diaper and went back to her conversation with Barb.

I 'ran' upstairs to fetch the diaper changing supplies, actually I 
waddled. The padding had expanded with my pee and my poop caused the 
crotch of my diaper to sag but with every step I took my poop squished 
up against my butt making walking almost a chore. I grabbed everything 
and stuffed it into my diaper bag and headed back to the living room.

As I entered the room Barb was saying, "Well that should be 
interesting�" making me wish that I had heard the entire conversation, 
especially when she turned to me with a sly grin on her face. Slightly 
nervous, I handed the bag to mom who spread out the changing pad and 
told me to lie down. As I sat on the pad the mess in the back of my 
diaper was forced into every nook and cranny it could find in both the 
diaper and my anatomy. The feeling of lukewarm poo spreading its way 
into my ass crack and around my balls was not as unpleasant to me as I 
would have thought. I lay back and mom quickly went to work changing my 
diaper. She paid extra special attention to making sure I was poop free 
before powdering me and re-diapering me.

Mom decided that it was pretty late and with everything that had gone 
on today that it was time for me to go to bed, "I'm just going to put 
Mike to bed, I'll only be a minute." Barb nodded and said goodnight to 
me as I waddled through the kitchen and upstairs. Mom stopped in the 
kitchen and said, "I'll be up in a minute." So I climbed the stairs and 
headed for my bed. Mom came in a minute later with a baby bottle of 
warm milk, "Well you've had a pretty busy day so I'll bet you're 
probably really tired." She had a point I was fairly tired. She slipped 
the nipple of the bottle into my mouth whispering, "You've got a big 
day ahead of you tomorrow too."

"Are you really going to make me wear diapers to school?" I asked from 
around the nipple.

"Yes, I am. You wanted to wear diapers so you're going to wear diapers 
and people who wear diapers wear them all the time, all day and all 
night, everyday." While I sucked on my bottle mom gave me a kiss on the 
forehead and turned out the light.


-The next morning-

I woke up as mom was coming into my room. I didn't remember finishing 
off the bottle but it was lying beside me completely empty. I also 
noticed something else, I was wet, I didn't remember waking up in the 
middle of the night nor did I remember having to pee at all before 
going to sleep but when mom pulled the covers back asking, "How's my 
little baby, did you sleep well?" I saw that my diaper was not the 
crisp white color that they are when you take them out of the box but 
instead was a dull whitey-yellow that they are after they've been peed 
in.

I looked up at mom and said, "I'm wet, but ya I did sleep well." And 
for the first time in quite a while I didn't have to urgently pee when 
I woke up. Mom changed me into a dry diaper and found me some clothes 
to wear (I hoped that no one would notice the snaps up the inside of my 
legs) and we headed downstairs for breakfast.

I had a bowl of Frosted Flakes for breakfast and mom had a cup of 
coffee and a Danish. While eating my cereal I had to pee so I let go 
and wet my diaper. I didn't pee that much (which means that I 
definitely peed my diaper while I slept) but it was enough to make it 
noticeable to me (back in those days Pampers had yet to make the stay-
dry top sheet so when you wet your diapers you could feel the wetness, 
god how I miss those diapers). So after I finished my cereal I told mom 
that I had peed my diaper, which she quickly changed (those snaps in 
the crotch sure do make changes easier) and got me ready for school. We 
headed out to the car and under mom's arm was one of the boxes of 
Pampers.

We arrived at the school earlier than most of the other kids 
(thankfully) not out of compassion for me but necessity as mom had 
little time to talk to the nurse, Principal and my teacher Ms. Thomas 
before she also had to be at work. Our first stop was the office where 
Mr. Pollard the principal was already waiting for us (mom must have 
phoned yesterday). I was made to wait outside while he and mom went 
into his office to talk. I felt a little uncomfortable sitting in the 
office with a box of Pampers on the seat next to me. The feeling got 
even worse as the secretary came in and hung up her coat.

The secretary looked at me and saw the box of diapers sitting beside me 
and started saying, "Good morning Mike, why do you have a box of dia�" 
before she was cut off by mom and Mr. Pollard coming out of the 
principal's office.

Mr. Pollard was saying, "�Well I don't think that will be too much of a 
problem. Do you know where the nurse's office is?" Mom nodded her 
response and came over and put her arm around me. "Well you can just 
drop those diapers off in there and go up and see Ms. Thomas. I'm 
afraid that Nurse James doesn't usually get here until 9am."

Mom replied, "Then I'll just have to give Michael a note to give to her 
before he goes to class."

Mr. Pollard snorted, "Well I'll have a word with her as well, just in 
case."

"Thank you Principal Pollard." Mom said as we headed out of the main 
office. We went to the nurse's office and put the box of Pampers inside 
then we headed for my classroom. As we climbed the school stairs I 
became paranoid that the rustling of my diapers was clearly audible and 
that anyone within 5 feet could hear them. I was also trying my best 
not to waddle, which I think actually added to the noise my diapers 
were making.

Ms. Thomas was a tall pretty woman in her late 30's. She was very nice 
and I considered her my favorite teacher although in grade 2 I hadn't 
had too many. She was sitting behind her desk when mom knocked on the 
door jam. She looked over and greeted us with a friendly smile combined 
with a look of concern, "Mrs. Copeland, Mike, is there something the 
matter?"

Mom stuttered for a moment not knowing where to begin. "Ms. Thomas, I'm 
not sure how to say this but I've discovered a new side to Michael."

"A new side?" Ms. Thomas repeated, looking even more concerned.

"Well�" mom continued, "I've discovered that Michael likes to wear 
diapers." She paused for a moment trying to gauge Ms. T's (referred to 
here on as Ms. T) reaction.

Ms. T looked at me, then mom and back to me again. Attempting to regain 
her composure she asked, "Is that all?"

Mom shook her head and added, "Since I found out that he wants to wear 
diapers I, with your principal's permission intend to keep him in 
diapers 24/7 including at school and with the assistance of Nurse 
James, use them for their intended purpose. Now I have no intention of 
telling you how to run your class but Michael is to see Nurse James at 
recess every day to have his diaper checked or changed. He will be 
having lunch at my babysitter's house who already knows of his 
situation. She will return him to school for the afternoon classes but 
before the end of lunch hour Michael is to return to Nurse James' 
office for a check/change. I just hope that this won't cause too many 
problems or headaches for you or your class."

Ms. T looked back and forth between mom and myself as all this was 
sinking in. At last she smiled and said, "You needn't have gone to all 
this trouble, I'm perfectly capable of changing Mike's diapers if 
necessary."

Mom thought about that for a second, "That's very nice of you to offer 
but I wouldn't want to impose and wouldn't have even considered putting 
that sort of a burden on you."

"Well thank you but it wouldn't be an imposition at all. I'd be more 
than happy to take care of Mike's diapering needs while he's at school; 
after all I'd be forced to if the need arose during a field trip� 
Besides, I can store Mike's diapers in 'my little office' right back 
here."

All of this was just whipping by me but Ms. T offering to change my 
diapers was completely unexpected. I didn't know what to say (not like 
I had any say in the matter in any event); fortunately I didn't have to 
say anything. Mom said, "Well you definitely have a point." Then she 
turned to me and asked, "Will you go downstairs and get your box of 
diapers and bring them up here?" it was not a question even though it 
sounded like one.

I went downstairs. When I reached the first landing I could see that 
other kids were starting to arrive and begin playing before school, I 
had better be quick. I got to the nurse's office and didn't see anyone 
I knew (most of the kids I knew wouldn't set foot in the school until 
the bell rang anyway). I picked up the box of Pampers and stood there 
for a moment. What had I gotten myself into? Yesterday seemed pretty 
normal until I got to Barb's but now I was wearing diapers to school 
and mom had just given my teacher permission to change and diaper me. I 
turned around and headed upstairs almost in a state of shock carrying a 
box of Toddler Plus Pampers. I didn't run into a single person on my 
way back to class (my luck seemed to be holding).

When I walked into the classroom Ms. T told me to shut the door and 
asked me to follow her into her office/storage room. When she spoke 
again she said, "You can hand that box of diapers to me now," she took 
the box from me and placed it on a shelf before turning to indicate a 
low table against the wall, "and this is where I'll be changing you. 
Are you wet now?" As she asked this she hoisted me onto the table and 
was about to pull down my pants when she noticed the snaps going up my 
legs and popped a few snaps instead. Now I was definitely in a state of 
shock. Ms. T stuck her fingers inside the leg cuffs of my diaper to see 
if I was wet. "Nope, I guess you're dry for now," She said in a low but 
sweet voice adding, "that's OK there will be plenty of soggy diapers 
for me to change." She did up my snaps and scooted me back into the 
classroom. "Now we shouldn't have a problem with the rest of the class 
finding out about your diapers unless�" she paused for effect, "unless 
you poop in class. Pee isn't that noticeable but poop is. If you pee 
yourself you should be fine until recess, lunch or after school without 
anyone noticing but if you mess in your diaper people are going to 
smell it in no time at all. My advice to you is if you can possibly 
avoid it don't poo yourself in class; wait until recess or lunch and 
preferably until after the other kids have left. OK?" she smiled down 
at me, which made me feel a whole lot more comfortable. "Now go outside 
and play until the bell rings or someone will think something's up."

So I went outside. I used the side entrance to the school so no one 
would know that I had been inside at all. I tried to run out to where 
my friends and I usually played but running was something that I was 
going to have to practice doing in diapers so I tried to stroll as best 
I could. The first person I ran into was Quentin; he was my best 
friend, and the guy I trusted more than anyone.

I had told Quentin a fairly long time ago about my desire to wear 
diapers. I never dreamed that mom would put me back in them nor would I 
be wearing them 24/7.

"Yo Mike." Quentin called out as he saw me.

"Hey man." I responded.

"Did you ask your mom about me sleeping over this weekend?"

"No man, but I'll ask her when she gets home from work tonight." I had 
actually asked her about the sleepover and she said yes but that was 
before I started wearing diapers again. I wasn't sure if mom would let 
me have a sleepover now that I was in diapers, I also wasn't sure that 
Quentin would want to stay over once he discovered that I was wearing 
them.

"You wanna come over to my place for lunch?" inquired Quentin, "its 
closer than your house so we'd have more time to play. I know my mom 
wouldn't mind."

I was just about to say sure when I remembered that I was supposed to 
go to Barb's for lunch, "I don't think so man, mom made arrangements 
with Barb across the street, I'm supposed to go to her house for 
lunch."

"Why do you have to go over to her house? Don't you have to go there 
after school if you're not over at my house?" He prodded.

I just shrugged my shoulders, "How should I know?"

Quentin and I were about to play on the monkey bars when the bell rang 
so we headed for the school. We usually went in from the kindergarten 
entrance, every time we went by the kindergarten classroom I stared in 
at the stack of disposable diapers that was over by the window 
remembering when we were in kindergarten and I used to deliberately wet 
my pants during naptime so I would get put in diapers. It got to the 
point where I would be diapered just before naptime everyday for the 
rest of the year. But this time I didn't take my usual hard look at the 
diapers I just walked past the classroom and headed for the stairs up 
to our classroom. I wasn't paying attention but subconsciously Quentin 
noticed that I didn't look.

We got to class shortly before the second bell rang and took our seats. 
Quentin sat right behind me, Allison (who was another of my friends, 
this time through my mother) sat in front of me and Sean sat on my 
left. Ms. T called the class to order and read out the role call. I 
noticed that Allison was fidgeting all throughout role call and guessed 
that once again she had 'forgotten' to go to the washroom before class 
as she frequently did, and if Ms. T called her for anything other than 
her name she would wet her pants. It was October and it had already 
happened 4 times. I whispered to Allison, "Don't tell me you 'forgot' 
again�" In response Allison just nodded. "Well you'd better ask to go 
to the washroom cause if Ms. T calls on you, you know what's going to 
happen.

"She won't let me go." Allison whispered back.

"With your track record? She's got to." I finished, just as Ms. T 
turned her gaze on me with the look of 'I almost caught you'. I wasn't 
about to raise my hand to ask if Allison could go to the washroom so I 
kept my mouth shut.

Our first lesson was math, not one of my favorite subjects but I wasn't 
bad at it. It was one of the subjects that got about a quarter of the 
class up to solve a problem on the chalkboard though. I felt bad for 
Allison, chances were that she would get picked and as soon as she 
started walking towards the board out would come the first trickle 
provided she didn't just soak herself as soon as her name was called. 
If she made it to the board however, she wouldn't get further than 
simply picking up the chalk before she lost control and began peeing 
herself.

I was so busy worrying about Allison that I didn't notice that I was 
already peeing myself. My mind drifted back to reality about halfway 
through me soaking my diaper and just as my name was being called to go 
up to the board. I slowly stood up and tried to walk as if nothing was 
wrong, as I continued peeing uncontrollably. I hoped that no one could 
hear my diaper crinkling as I walked up to the board. I was halfway 
through the math problem when I was hit by a stray thought: what if my 
diaper leaked? I froze for a second as the last little dribble was 
soaking into my diaper. I was terrified at the thought of my diaper 
leaking after seeing how the class tore into Allison every time she 
peed her pants but I couldn't put my hand down to check, that would be 
a dead giveaway. My only choice was to finish the problem and get back 
to my desk. After I finished the question I walked back and eased 
myself into my seat afraid of making a splat as I sat in my soggy 
diaper. As my weight applied pressure to the padding I could feel some 
of my urine being displaced and looking for other space to occupy in 
the confines of my diaper. I could smell the faint scent that only wet 
Pampers make and hoped that no one else could smell it or recognize it. 
I tried to discretely check my pants with one hand to see if I leaked 
and breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't.

Suddenly Allison raised her hand, "Ms. T? May I go to the washroom?!?" 
she asked. Ms. T knew Allison's plight and agreed.

Allison returned a few minutes later and from my vantage point I could 
see that there was a small wet spot where she had begun to wet herself. 
Fortunately for her no one else noticed it.

Math finished and next was silent reading. We all sat and read quietly 
until it was time for recess. All through silent reading I was trying 
desperately not to move a muscle of my lower body for fear that in the 
brutally quiet room everyone would surely hear my diaper. But as far as 
I knew no one heard me and the next thing I knew the bell was sounding 
for recess.

Ms. T asked to talk to me for a second as the rest of the class 
scrambled out. I noticed that Allison's wet patch had tripled in size 
since she sat down but I didn't say a word. I called out to Quentin; 
"I'll catch up with you in a minute."

As soon as the rest of the class had left Ms. T turned to me leading me 
towards her 'office' and said, "You wet your diaper didn't you?"

I shook my head and said, "Yes, I was peeing when you called me to the 
board."