Barb

Summary: Coming home with his first box of Pampers, Mike is stopped by 
his neighbor and wets his pants while talking to her.

Part 1


I had been obsessed with wearing diapers for years and wore them any 
chance I could get. But today was going to be the first time I ever 
purchased my own and even though I was in grade 3 I couldn't shake my 
love of diapers. I had it all planned out (where I would buy them, how 
much they cost etc.) but I was still a little nervous....

I was determined though and once school was out I bee-lined for the 
grocery store as fast as my bike would carry me. Even though I had to 
pee really badly I decided to go straight to the store instead of 
stopping to use the washroom. I just kept picturing myself in my room 
happily peeing in my diaper. I entered the store and headed straight 
for the diaper aisle. I picked up a box of Pampers, toddler plus 
diapers (the largest they made at that point) and walked to the 
checkout. The clerk didn't even bat an eye as I paid for my diapers, 
which made me, relax a little (I was worried about what I would say if 
I was asked about them). I hopped on my bike and rode home, the need to 
pee building all the time. I rounded the corner of my block, I was home 
free. Suddenly fate threw me a curve, my neighbor was in her front yard 
and came over to talk to me as I was pulling into the driveway. She was 
32 and nice enough but her timing was really lousy. As she babbled on 
about this and that I could feel my bladder was nearly at the bursting 
point. I was trying to subtly inch away and it seemed to work. Suddenly 
Barb (neighbor) turned back to me, "So who are the diapers for?" she 
asked. My mind was racing; she knew my family too well for me to easily 
come up with a believable story. I stood there holding the box of 
diapers, staring blankly at Barb when I felt a strange sensation in my 
crotch. It was a warm, wet sensation...and it was spreading. I WAS 
PEEING MY PANTS! I froze, unable to say or do anything other than pee 
my pants. Both her gaze and mine fell to my crotch simultaneously as we 
each confirmed that I was indeed peeing in my pants. When our eyes met 
again she immediately knew whom the diapers were for. She put her arm 
around me and led me inside her house saying, "Its OK." She led me to 
the bathroom, taking the box from my hand, "Now you get cleaned up and 
give me your pants and underwear so I can put them in the wash." I 
pulled down my pants to reveal my white Hanes, stained yellow and 
soaked with urine. I passed them out to her and she put them in the 
washer. Next, she opened the bathroom door and led me to the living 
room and made me lie on the floor. I noticed that she had opened my box 
of diapers and had one in her hand. As soon as my butt hit the floor 
she pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs and fastened the 
tapes noting how well they fit me. "There you go." she said. I got up 
and sat down beside her on the couch. We sat together for a couple of 
minutes in awkward silence before Barb spoke, "I want to ask you 
something," she began, "Now you don't need to wear diapers do you? I'm 
sure your parents would have mentioned it by now. So I assume that you 
want to wear them and that you bought them yourself because you didn't 
want your parents to know." I nodded in agreement. "I thought as much." 
she confided. "If you'd like you can come over and wear diapers here 
anytime." I looked at her in disbelief, "Really?" I asked. "Of course." 
she replied. "Actually, would you mind watching TV for a little bit by 
yourself while I go to the store?" "OK." I replied. Barb gave me a 
glass of juice and patted me on the head before she left. I drank the 
juice and watched cartoons until she came back. "Did you miss me?" Barb 
asked as she walked in carrying a shopping bag and another box of 
Pampers. After putting down her shopping, Barb asked me to stand up. 
She stuck her fingers between my diaper and my thigh. When she saw the 
confused look on my face she said, "Sorry, I was just checking to see 
if you were wet." Barb went to put my clothes in the dryer. While she 
was gone I felt a strong urge to pee, I was just about to get up and go 
to the washroom when I remembered I was wearing a diaper.

I relaxed my bladder and moments later I was rewarded with a small 
trickle of pee. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the 
sensations. As the flow grew I could feel it running down my tiny 
scrotum where it was absorbed by the diaper's padding. I opened my eyes 
and looked at my crotch. A dark, yellow patch was spreading across my 
diaper. I loved the warm, damp, squishy feeling that my diaper now had 
along with the aroma that only Pampers has, combined with the faint 
scent of urine. I was still peeing when Barb came back. "How are you 
doing?" she inquired as she came over and saw the condition of my 
diaper. "Oh, wet I see. Well come lie down and I'll change that wet 
diaper for you," she said, kneeling down and patting the carpet. "I'm 
still peeing." I told her. "Oh, well. Why don't you lie down anyway? 
You can still finish peeing." I got up and waddled over to Barb and lay 
down pissing myself the whole time. Once I was lying down and she was 
kneeling between my legs I finally stopped peeing. "I think we'd better 
wait a second to make sure that your diaper has absorbed it all. We 
don't want any leaks." After about a minute she ripped the tapes open 
and slowly pulled down the front of my diaper. She wiped my crotch with 
a couple of wet-naps, unfolded one of the Pampers from the open box and 
switched it for the wet one I was lying on. "Lift up," she asked, so 
she could clean my butt. She produced a large container of baby powder, 
"Don't want you to get a rash...," she commented as she sprinkled me 
with it. She rubbed it in before drawing the front of my diaper up 
between my legs and taped it snugly in place. "Stand up and let me see 
how it fits." I did as I was told and turned around so she could get a 
good look. "I can't believe how well these diapers fit you. You'd 
almost think that they were made for 7 year-olds." There was a full-
length mirror nearby, so I took a good look at myself. I looked like 
your typical 7 year old from the waist up, but where my shirt stopped 
so did the image of a 7 year old. Instead of shorts or pants the 
gleaming white plastic backing of Pampers greeted my gaze. From the 
waist down I looked like a big toddler, my diaper bulged out in the 
back and the thickness of the padding prevented me from closing my legs 
and made me waddle when I walked. The sweet smell of Pampers and baby 
powder surrounded me and they crinkled loudly every time I moved. I 
loved the way they felt against my skin, I was in heaven. The only 
negative thing was having to wait until I had to pee again; I never 
wanted to pee anywhere but in my diapers again. I remember staring at 
my reflection, wishing I could wear diapers 24/7 forever. Barb gave me 
a knowing look as if she could read my mind.

Part 2

She helped me to my feet and told me to sit on the couch while she got 
me another bottle.

While she was in the kitchen I could hear her talking on the phone, 
"...Oh its no problem at all I just thought you might like the night 
off. Really? That's great I'll see you on Monday, bye." Barb came in a 
moment later bottle in hand and said, "I have some great news for 
you... are you ready?" I nodded my head in agreement while she handed 
me the bottle and sat down beside me. "I just talked to your mom and 
she agreed to let you spend the whole weekend here, starting tonight. 
Tomorrow you'll go to school and afterward you get to spend the entire 
weekend here wearing diapers. Doesn't that sound great?"

It took me a second to fully comprehend what Barb was saying but as 
soon as she said I could spend the whole weekend wearing diapers I 
decided that I had never heard such good news. I smiled around the 
nipple of my bottle and continued drinking.

"If you're spending the weekend here we need to get some extra 
supplies..." Barb commented absent-mindedly while she headed for the 
phone. A few seconds later she was talking on the phone again, "Hi 
Trudy? It's Barb. Look I have a favor to ask you can I come over? No 
you'll understand better when we get there. OK see you in a few 
minutes." Barb came back into the living room a few seconds later with 
a big grin on her face, "Mike, how would you like to come meet a friend 
of mine?" Before I could even answer she had gathered up her purse and 
keys and was ushering me towards the door. I wasn't too keen on going 
outside with nothing on over my diaper but didn't get a chance to argue 
about it before we were both in Barb's pickup truck and were headed for 
Trudy's.

Trudy and Barb were old friends and when Barb wasn't too busy sometimes 
she would help Trudy out. Unbeknownst to me, Trudy ran a daycare out of 
her home so I wasn't going to be too much of a shock for her.

Barb and I pulled up into Trudy's driveway. Trudy's house was larger 
than Barb's but not as large as mine. It was a 2-story house with big 
picture windows and a large, completely fenced-off back yard. Barb 
could tell that I was hesitant about going inside and ruffled my hair 
saying, "Don't worry you have nothing to be afraid of. Trudy's a really 
nice lady I'm sure you two will get along fine." I wasn't convinced but 
I had no choice so I got out of the truck and followed Barb to the 
front door. Barb had already rung the doorbell and as soon as I was at 
her side the door slowly opened revealing a woman who wasn't much 
taller than Barb but was considerably better looking. "Trudy this is 
Mike." Barb said once we were inside, then she turned to me, "Mike, 
this is Trudy."

Trudy offered me her hand to shake, "Its nice to meet you, Mike." She 
gestured us into the living room, "Please come in, and sit down." I 
noticed that Trudy hadn't said a word about the fact that I was wearing 
a diaper although I could tell that it hadn't escaped her attention. 
One of the first things I noticed upon entering this house was the 
unmistakable scent of baby powder and once we entered the living room I 
also spotted a playpen up against one wall and what could only be a 
changing table just beside the doorway into the kitchen. I assumed 
(incorrectly) that Trudy had a baby.

Barb cut into my thoughts suddenly inquiring, "Mike would you like to 
come sit on the couch with me or would you prefer the playpen?" Not 
exactly sure what to say in front of this stranger or quite what was 
going on at this point I elected to stay on the couch.

No sooner had I sat down than Trudy blurted out, "OK Barb. Tell me 
about Mike... I know he's not yours and he looks to be about 6, so 
what's with the diapers?"

"I've told you about Marge across the street right?" Barb asked 
rhetorically. "Well, Mike is her son and this afternoon I just happened 
to bump into him just as he was approaching his house with a box of 
Pampers in his hands. I was asking him what the diapers were for when 
he started peeing in his pants. So I brought him over to my house, 
cleaned him up and put him in diapers. When he told me that he had 
bought the diapers because he liked them and wanted to wear them I 
decided that I'd call his mother and ask if I could keep him for the 
weekend."