THE BRADY BUNCHES OF DIAPERS

EPISODE ONE-- "The Wedding"

	Mike and Carol's wedding day had finally come. It was 
not your typical marriage. Carol had three girls who looked 
just like her pretty much. Cindy and Jan were both little 
blonde cuties and the oldest, Marcia, was a brunette. They 
had been without males in their life, so it was going to be 
quite a shock welcoming four into the family as Mike had 
three sons as well. They all resembled their dad with dark 
hair. The kids ages were very similar across the board. 
Greg, the oldest boy, was 12,while Marcia was 11. Both 
Peter and Jan were 9 and Bobby was 7 and Cindy was 6. With 
a family now consisting of six children they would be 
affectionately called the Brady Bunch, which was a play on 
their last name.
	Mike made a very good living for the family and had 
hired a housekeeper named Alice to take care of the boys 
after his wife died. Since three girls would be all that 
Carol could manage anyway, he decided that it would be a 
good idea if she continued working for them. She was a very 
loving and patient woman and all the kids loved her. She 
was in her mid 40's and the boys loved her because she was 
more than willing to play boy games with them even if her 
body was not as accommodating as her mind.
	Alice was also a rare housekeeper/babysitter that 
didn't mind changing diapers. Although others might not 
mind changing kids' diapers that were up to three or four 
years old, this was a unique situation other than the 
situation already described. Peter and Bobby were full time 
diaper wearers. This was almost unheard of, having a 9 and 
7 year old in diapers full time. For bedwetting maybe, but 
not 24/7. Peter and Bobby were not always like this. They 
were well on their way to being your typical boys who wore 
underwear until their mom died. Bobby had just turned 4 and 
had only been out of diapers three months when it happened. 
Peter, who was the most sensitive little boy of the three 
seemed to take it the worst. He had just started first 
grade and it first started with him wetting the bed from 
terrible nightmares. While Peter was still somewhat of a 
bedwetter anyway, he got to where he woke up wet every 
morning. So much effort was put into helping Peter deal 
with the loss, Bobby's potty training was short-lived as 
accidents became rather frequent with him as well. For 
Bobby he was not only just peeing but had returned to 
pooping in his underwear where he did have that down. Under 
the circumstances Mike and Alice decided it would just be 
easier to let Bobby return to diapers and then try again 
when they could put a better effort into the situation.
	Something had to be done for poor little Peter. He 
just couldn't get uninterrupted sleep during the night due 
to waking up in a cold wet pajamas and sheets. Peter began 
wetting his pants at school due to this and Mike was being 
called away from his very busy work to take clean 
underpants and clothes so he could be changed on such 
occurrences. Mike's boss was getting impatient with him 
because he was their top architect and multi-million dollar 
contracts were hanging in the balance. Alice couldn't drive 
a car to take care of that and he couldn't just get anyone 
to take care of Peter's wet beds and now Bobby's return to 
cloth diapers and plastic panties. Peter's teacher really 
sympathized with Peter's problem. She knew that the little 
kid just couldn't get over the loss of his mom and it was 
either accidental or regression.
	The kids took no pity on poor Peter. To them it was 
funny and something to be laughed at when a puddle formed. 
Everyone would point and laugh, and although the teacher 
was kind and scolded the others for demonstrating this in 
her presence she couldn't be with him all the time at lunch 
and at the playground. Peter now had a great fear of having 
these accidental wettings and his school work was suffering 
because so much of his concentration had become pre-
occupied on the task of staying dry. The next time Peter 
wet his pants at school he just broke down crying as all 
the kids laughed. Once again Peter was taken to the school 
nurse as they phoned his dad at work. When the teacher 
explained that he needed to bring more clothes, Mike in an 
aggravated tone snapped: "NOT AGAIN! What's wrong with him? 
Do you think he is doing this on purpose?"
	Mrs. Blum was now upset. She had hoped it would work 
it's way out for Peter, but someone had to say something in 
poor Peter's behalf. When Mike got to the school they 
changed Peter and instead of sending him back to class to 
face even more ridicule, she told Peter to stay there while 
she talked to his dad alone. Poor Peter began to cry. He 
just knew he was in trouble. More than likely he would get 
a paddling not to mention what awaited him at home.
	Mrs. Blum explained that something had to be done. She 
showed Mike what his grades really looked like and that she 
had been making them look better than they were because she 
understood the situation and knew he was otherwise a very 
bright caring boy. She told him all the kids were now 
laughing at him because of this and calling him names. As a 
temporary solution she suggested diapers and a child 
psychologist. Mike explained to her that six year old boys 
don't wear diapers and that would make it worse on him. She 
assured Mike that the school nurse could take care of him 
as long as he supplied the very necessary diapers and that 
most kids wouldn't notice. Then they went to get Peter and 
talk with him.
	Peter just knew he was in trouble. It was only a 
matter of time 'til he would be paddled, he thought. 
Instead, the teacher hugged him and said she talked with 
his dad and they thought that it would be a good idea if he 
started wearing diapers to school and that he would get to 
go to a doctor that helps boys quit wetting.
	"Is that OK Peter?" asked his dad.
	Peter looked up and smiled and said, "Sure, I thought 
I was in real big trouble."
	Mrs. Blum hugged peter and told him it was alright and 
Mike put his hand on Peter's black hair and ruffled it up. 
Then they left school and went shopping. Mike expected 
Peter to raise a fuss about diapers and was real glad he 
took it as well as he did. They went to a department store 
to find what they needed. Peter asked his dad if the sales 
woman would think they were for him because he was 
embarrassed. Mike said that, "most likely they would think 
they are for your little brother, and even if they did many 
six year old boys wear diapers at night for bedwetting."
	Peter smiled and said, "You think I can wear them at 
night too?" His Dad replied, Sure son, that is a good idea, 
boy you are smart and I know Alice won't mind."
	Peter's eyes really sparkled. Mike hadn't seen his son 
this happy since before the tragedy. Anything that made a 
boy this happy couldn't be a bad thing. They picked up 24 
cloth diapers and the largest size of plastic panties they 
had. Peter opened them up in the station wagon and was 
surprised to see that they looked like they were too big if 
anything.
	Mike said, "See son, they make them for boys your 
size, so you're not the only one. I bet half your friends 
wear them at night."
	Peter could hardly wait to get home and be diapered. 
When they got home Alice was there with Bobby and he was 
following her around in his diapers.
	"Your home early, Mr. Brady. Is Peter alright?" she 
asked.
	"He's just fine Alice. I'll explain in a few minutes," 
he responded. With that they went up to the boys room and 
Mike helped Peter out of his pants and underwear. Then he 
folded 3 cloth baby diapers together up under the little 
six year old and pulled them snugly between his legs and 
pinned each side with the yellow ducky pins he picked out. 
Then he had Peter stand up as he inserted the bunched up 
panties over his feet and pulled them up over his son's 
diaper, tucking everything in place. Peter kept looking at 
himself in the mirror and Mike kneeled down and kissed 
Peter and told him how cute he looked. Peter smiled and 
threw his little arms around his dad's neck and said, 
"Thank you, daddy."
	Then Mike said, Let's go show you off to Bobby and 
Alice after we get your shoes back on." Peter was an 
absolute doll in his diapers. They looked so cute against 
his light blue dress shirt with bold black horizontal 
stripes with red trim. His plastic panties really bulged 
out in behind as his shirt only came to the top. Then he 
presented Peter and told Alice that Peter had decided to 
help her out on laundry by going back to diapers.
	Alice said, "Peter, you are the cutest sight I have 
ever seen, just look at you." Bobby ran up to Peter and 
pulled at Peter's plastic panties to see if they were 
really like his.
	"You get to wear diapers like me," he exclaimed.
	"That's right Bobby, now your not the only baby boy in 
town," his dad assured him. Bobby hugged his big brother 
and their plastic panties touched. After they broke 
embraces Bobby announced that he had just gone pee pee. 
Alice said she would take care of it but, Mr. Brady told 
her he wanted to take care of it and laid Bobby on the 
kitchen floor and removed his waterproof panties and 
unpinned his soggy diapers.
	"You're awful wet for someone who just went pee pee 
Bobby. Have you been walking around in wet dipees all 
morning, tiger?"
	"Yes daddy," as he grinned. Mr. Brady realized that he 
now had two happy little diaper boys on his hand, but at 
least they were happy and that was all that mattered.

EPISODE TWO-- "The Honeymoon"

	It was now time for the wedding to take place. Carol 
and Mike hadn't been dating very long and this was a 
surprise to all six kids involved, considering they had 
only found out days in advance. Everyone was very nervous. 
Peter and Bobby were very nervous about having three 
sisters added to the family. They just knew that they would 
probably tease them unmercifully if they found out about 
their diapers. Keeping their diapers from them would be 
virtually impossible. Greg assured them that everything 
would be alright and that they needed to quit acting like 
babies.
	"You don't see me going around and acting like a baby 
about this, do you?" he asked.
	Then as he looked at his younger brothers getting 
dressed for the wedding he could not help but chuckle as to 
what he had just said. The thick white diapers encapsulated 
each of their butts totally as they extended high onto 
their backs.
	"You guys think you got enough diapers on?" Greg 
stated with a bit of sarcasm.
	"Dad told Alice to put on at least four since it was 
going to be a long day and bathrooms might be scarce and he 
didn't want the guests to be distracted by us.
	"So don't you guys need your waterproof pants also?" 
he stated. Right on cue Alice entered with brand new ones 
still in the pack. They were a size larger than the ones 
they normally wore to accompany the thickness surrounding 
their little bubble butts. They pulled them on like regular 
underpants as they continued readying themselves. Then they 
were each given their Sunday best shirts by Alice. The 
tails draped down over their thick diapers while standing 
but exposed the diapers beneath when Bobby and Peter bent 
over to put on their new dress slacks. Both of their suits 
had been tailor made with extra room in the seat so that 
their diapers would not be pressed tightly and leak. They 
both looked more like they were two or three years old, 
than elementary grade school kids. Greg just shook his 
head.
	The girls were just as worried as they prepared for 
their new family. The youngest Cindy was worried that the 
boys might play rough and hurt her or her dolls that she 
liked to play with. Jan shared her feelings as well, as she 
expressed that her mom didn't know enough about their soon-
to-be dad to get married.
	"I thought she loved us," a teary-eyed Cindy uttered. 
Marcia told Cindy that she still loved them and it would be 
alright as she hugged her little sister. They continued 
getting dressed as they tried to make everything look 
perfect.
	"I hear they have a dog, too," Jan complained. "Dogs 
are smelly and it better not mess with our cat or else," as 
she threatened.
	"Might as well get used to it Jan, because boys can 
smell, too, since they hate taking baths," Marcia teased.
	"You mean boys don't have to take baths?" Cindy 
quizzed.
	"Of course they do, silly, but they don't like getting 
wet for some reason and fight it all the way."
	Carol then came in the room and the girls explained 
their concerns. She told them everything would be alright 
once they got to know the boys.
	Both groups finally arrived at the wedding, which was 
outdoors, and took their seats. They leaned across to look 
at each other and Bobby stuck out his tongue and Cindy 
returned the favor. Carol took notice of her daughter's 
behavior and gave her a firm look.
	"What's up with Bobby's and Peter's butts?" Jan asked 
Marcia.
	"What do you mean by that?" her older sister replied.
	"They look like they are wearing diapers the way their 
butts are all poofed out" Jan stated.
	Marcia laughed and cupped her hands over her mouth at 
that suggestion.
	"I'm quite sure they have been potty trained by now, 
silly," Marcia replied to that suggestion, as she had not 
noticed anything other than the cute faces of her soon-to-
be baby brothers.
	The exchanging of Mike's and Carol's vows occupied 
everyone's attention for the next several minutes until a 
huge disturbance occurred. Tiger, the boys' dog got loose 
and started chasing the girls' cat that they had sneaked to 
the wedding. The kitty ran across tables that held a feast 
of food and desert for the party to follow. Women in fancy 
dresses screamed as the large clumsy dog left a trail of 
destruction in his wake. Mike screamed at the boys to get 
Tiger, but it was too late and he was moving very fast in 
an effort to catch the quicker cat he was after. The girls 
immediately tried to save their cat from the grips of the 
beast and the situation had declined into total chaos. 
Carol and Mike then rushed to regain control of everything 
before it was too late. Just as the wedding cake was next 
in the path of the furry tornado, Mike lunged and saved it, 
only to be knocked over and having it smash all over his 
face.
	Peter had gotten his pants ripped on a corner of a 
chair during the chase and his plastic panties were 
exposed. His pants were too big to accompany his diapers 
and they were torn completely off his leg on the left side. 
Bobby had become entangled as his pants had slid down to 
his ankles during the chase. The slickness of the youngest 
boy's baby pants had caused this and the loose fit didn't 
help matters, either. Cindy was looking down on him spread 
out in a prone position saying, "Hey mommie, Bobby wears 
diapers just like my doll!!"
	Bobby was crying like a baby, too, as he kicked his 
legs up and down, calling full attention to his diapered 
rear end. The fall had caused him to wet his diaper and he 
was too embarrassed to stand up. A cake-covered Mike and 
Carol rushed to pick up their youngest son and see what was 
the matter. Peter ran off to the family station wagon so 
his diapers would not be noticed anymore than they already 
were. Greg then ran after him to see where he was going.
	Jan said, "See, Marcia, they really were wearing 
diapers!!!"
	Marcia didn't know what to do but laugh at the 
situation, making Jan even madder.
	"What will everyone think of us having diaperboys for 
brothers at school?" she asked her older sister.
	Marcia said, "I don't know but if you ask me, I think 
they're kinda cute in diapers."
	The focus then turned to Bobby as the crowd gathered 
around hoping that the little dark-haired boy wasn't hurt 
too bad. Mike quickly picked the 6 year old up and hugged 
him while asking, "What was wrong?" After continuing to sob 
for awhile, Bobby revealed that he had wet his diaper to 
his very concerned father and new mother.
	"Oh, is that all, Bobby? Everything will be OK," as 
she wiped the tears from his eyes. Several of their friends 
and relatives wanted to know if everything was OK as they 
didn't hear Bobby's low muttered confession. Mike quickly 
told them that he had just peed in his pants and that was 
all. The crowd chuckled as they were happy that no broken 
bones had resulted in the tiny fellow. A fresh diaper was 
all that was needed.
	"He can have one of my baby's diapers," Cindy offered, 
feeling pity for her youngest brother who was also her age. 
Carol laughed and said that wouldn't be necessary for now 
as their relatives laughed as well to the cuteness and 
kindness of the little blonde haired girl's suggestion.
	Back at the car Greg and Peter were talking about how 
much trouble they would be in for not making sure Tiger was 
tied up properly. All this made poor Peter's stomach churn.
	"What's wrong now?", Greg demanded as he saw that 
Peter's face was grimaced. Peter revealed that his tummy 
was out of sorts.
	"Oh great," Greg announced disgustedly. "Let's get you 
to a bathroom," but Peter did not want to go across the 
lawn with his plastic panties in plain view. Greg tugged at 
his arm but it was too late. Peter stood with legs spread 
out like a little boy as his loose bowel movement invaded 
the white diapers beneath his panties. This was followed by 
a muffled fart. Greg realized Peter had just filled his 
diapers good and the smell then confirmed it to boot. A 
flood of pee pee then streamed in causing a hissing sound 
against the inside shell of his waterproof panties.
	Soon the others returned to the car and the group 
proceeded home. Luckily it was a warm southern California 
day and they went with the windows rolled down to keep 
everyone from gagging at Peter's very dirty diaper. As 
Peter sat in the back seat on the hot vinyl seats of the 
station wagon he would have to raise up from time to time 
to keep the back of his legs from burning. The vinyl of his 
baby pants tried to stay adhered to the seat causing the 
load in his diapers to ooze up and down and mash all over 
the inside and outside of his buttocks. Marcia sat next to 
him and told him that everything would be OK and not to 
worry. Jan rolled her eyes as she thought boys in diapers 
was awful and could not believe that Marcia and Cindy was 
taking pity on their plight.
	At home Mike changed Peter's diaper, while Carol 
volunteered to handle Bobby's. Mike didn't think it would 
be fair to let her do Peter's since the condition of his 
diaper was about as messy as they come. All four diapers 
that were pulled from under Peter were stained brown not to 
mention the leg holes of his plastic panties. Luckily the 
vinyl seating of the car was easily cleaned up.
	Carol had not diapered one of her girls in over four 
years. Cindy was the last one to wear them and she was out 
of them shortly after turning two. Mike revealed that the 
boys were trained pretty early too, considering that they 
were boys. Peter was the only one that wore them after his 
third birthday. Carol said, "Well now that they have a mom 
again maybe we can get them potty-trained again before too 
long."
	"Such a shame though because they really are very cute 
in diapers." Bobby and Peter just lay there smiling at each 
other and all the wonderful attention that they were 
receiving.
	After getting the boys diapered and leaving 
instructions for Alice they left for their honeymoon. Once 
on their honeymoon though, both parents started really 
missing the kids. Carol was hoping that the girls were OK 
with the boys, especially Peter and Bobby. They finally 
decided to return home and bring them all along. So in the 
middle of the night they awakened all 6 sleeping angels. 
Several started to get dressed, but were quickly informed 
that there wasn't time for that. So in the motel all six 
kids made their ways up the stairs to the Honeymoon Sweet 
following their crazy parents. Peter and Bobby lagged 
behind. Both had already wet their diapers in their sleep. 
Both boys' plastic panties drooped. While the other four 
had pajama bottoms on these two only wore the tops since 
being put back into diapers. The man at the front desk 
could not believe he was watching two pre-teen boys toddle 
up the stairs in diapers.

EPISODE THREE-- "Dear Libby"

	Everyone at the Brady household was now getting used 
to one another. The girls had really accepted their new 
brothers quite well. Jan was envious of her brothers' 
attention, but seeing how she was a middle child she always 
felt a little left out as she did got get to enjoy being 
the oldest or the baby. Marcia and Cindy thought that their 
two youngest brothers, Peter and Bobby were absolutely 
adorable. Since they both were still wearing diapers it 
made them both seem much younger than their true age. Cindy 
was at the stage where she just loved to play doll and she 
was always pestering Bobby to be the doll. Cindy always 
loved the dolls that wet much more than the others and 
having a real life brother like this was even better. Some 
of the time Bobby played along and would wet his diaper in 
front of Cindy as they played, while at other times he 
didn't want Greg and Peter to see him playing such a game 
with a girl even if it was only his sister. Marcia showed 
Peter more attention than Bobby though it was hardly 
noticeable.
	Mike and Carol were really pleased everything had gone 
so well. Mike was worried that he would have to get Bobby 
and Peter into training pants soon after they became a 
family, but since no one was complaining there didn't seem 
to be a rush. The happy family would sit around at night 
watching TV with Peter and Bobby wearing just diapers and a 
T-shirt but no one thought it weird. The only time that 
diapers even raised an eyebrow was when Cindy would 
announce that she could smell a diaper change coming in a 
prissy kind of tone. This gave Cindy the air that she was 
definitely not the baby of the family. Shortly thereafter 
Jan or Marcia would confirm Cindy's sense of smell was once 
again correct. As all eyes would turn to Bobby he would be 
like "What?" as if he did not know what was going on, but 
usually the devilish little grin would widen and he would 
give his self away every time.
	Peter was a little more reluctant to go potty in his 
pants while the whole group was together, but when he did 
they showered him with lots of attention and praise for 
being such a good little boy. There was no shortage of 
volunteers for changing diapers. Carol took care of it most 
of the time, unless Marcia or Alice insisted on giving her 
a break. Cindy was not allowed to change the boys diapers 
though she wanted to desperately. Her job was to let her 
mom know when the boys needed a fresh diaper and she did it 
well. The little blonde girl was always following her 
brothers around watching for a saggy diaper in behind or 
one where their cute waterproof pants was adhering to their 
diaper in front due to it being wet. While Cindy was not 
allowed to change Bobby's diapers she did love using his 
diapers on her baby dolls. After she saw Alice finish 
drying the boys' diapers she would usually get several and 
pin them on her dolls. Then she would get Bobby's baby 
pants to make the diapering job complete. She would often 
run and show her mom what a good job she did on her dolls. 
If her mom wasn't around she would sometimes run up to 
Bobby and say, "my baby looks just like you in its diapers 
and plastic panties."
	Bobby tried early on to remind his sister that he wore 
plastic *pants* instead, but it was useless. Now he just 
rolled his eyes at that statement. While Bobby did 
everything to maintain the fact that he was a red-blooded 
boy he liked playing with her doll and changing its diapers 
which was really his and Peter's, anyway. While most dad's 
would freak at such a site Mike knew that it was OK and 
merely a part of growing up.
	Just when everything seemed perfect Marcia read 
something in the newspaper that really bothered her. It was 
in the "Dear Libby" advice column. This was the letter:

I recently got married to a man that has three sons. I have 
three daughters. We have a unique problem because his two 
youngest boys are still in diapers. I don't mean like they 
are 3 and 4, because I know that is really not all that 
unusual. These kids are already in school and it is really 
causing a problem. They won't have anything to do with 
being potty trained and my husband couldn't care less. 
While he thinks it is perfectly fine for otherwise healthy 
boys to run around with their diapered tails for all to 
see, he expects me and my oldest girl to change all their 
diapers and the extra laundry that goes with it. He makes 
real good money to support all of us, but he is a miser. We 
put the boys in Pampers for school, but at home he insists 
that I use cloth diapers and plastic panties on the boys. I 
am afraid if something don't change, and I don't mean 
diapers, our relationship might end up in the toilet.

	Marcia was in shock because the woman that wrote it 
had to be their mom from the description. Then Marcia read 
"Dear Libby's" reply.

I am afraid that you need to confront your husband with 
your feelings or be ready to flush. There is no excuse for 
boys such as you described to not be potty trained unless 
the reasons are physical. It sounds like your husband has a 
lot of growing up to do himself. Buy the boys regular 
underpants like every other boy and make them wear them. Be 
willing to use a firm hand if needed since their father is 
obviously neglecting his duty. Underpants cost less than 
Pampers, so he should be happy. You did not state how old 
your daughters are but the only diapers they need to change 
is that of a real baby. Just remember your vows did not 
include for wetter or dirtier.

	Marcia quickly showed the letter to Jan. She believed 
that it was written by their mom as well.
	"See I told you all along that this was not good," Jan 
said in a "ha ha" tone.
	"What are we going to do?", quizzed Marcia. All the 
talking awoke Cindy and she was very curious as to what was 
happening. After making Cindy promise to not tell anyone 
they let her in on the news.
	"But I think Bobby and Peter are cute in diapers!!" 
she stated. Jan reminded her younger sister that diapers 
are for dolls and babies and not kids their age. Marcia 
realized that Jan was right and something had to change if 
they were going to keep the family together. Marcia took it 
upon herself to make sure that they got the boys potty-
trained before their mom's patience ended. Jan agreed to 
help potty-train Bobby and Peter, but wasn't cleaning up 
after them when they had accidents.
	The next day after school Marcia and Jan went shopping 
for training pants. After several stores they discovered 
that this was no easy task because no thick training pants 
existed for boys the size of Peter and Bobby. This also 
reaffirmed that the letter was indeed from their mom. Jan 
suggested that maybe they could buy several packages and 
make them wear several pair of underpants until they got 
the hang of using the potty again. Marcia and Jan had to 
spend some of their hard-earned savings to buy the 
underpants, but they agreed that it was worth it if it 
meant saving their parents' newly formed marriage.
	As soon as they got home they ripped into the packages 
of boys briefs, twelve briefs per package. They were not 
anything like the comparatively smaller and skimpier 
panties that they wore. They came up high in the back, the 
crotch was wider, and they were all white and the only 
other color was two thin blue stripes along the waistband, 
which was much wider and made of stronger elastic than the 
waistbands that appeared on any of the girls' underpants. 
They also had a second layer of fabric in the seat, a 
feature the girls had never seen on any of their panties 
before.
	"Why do they have two layers in the butt?" Cindy asked 
Marcia.
	"Probably because boys don't know how to wipe, that 
is, when they use the toilet in the first place, unlike our 
two younger brothers," Marcia answered in a disgusted tone.
	"Boys also have a lot of accidents from what I am 
told," Jan added.
	"I'm sure glad I'm a girl," Cindy said. "I'd sure hate 
to be a boy and have to wear those. They look kind of like 
diapers."
	"They will once we get Bobby and Peter in them," 
Marcia commented.
	"What's that in front?" Jan asked pointing to the cut 
out area. Marcia giggled, that was the first time she saw 
boys' underpants completely and told Jan that must be for 
their you-know-what when they go pee pee standing up.
	"You mean boys use the bathroom standing up?" asked 
Cindy. "All I ever seen Bobby do was sit down," she said in 
another inquisitive remark.
	"Yeah, that's because he likes pooping in his pants 
and that's all you have seen," stated Jan, half-disgusted 
at the thought.
	"OK Cindy, go and tell Peter and Bobby that we have a 
surprise for them," Marcia instructed.
	Peter and Bobby came in the room within minutes.
	"What you want?" asked Peter in a sheepish voice. Both 
Peter and Bobby were dressed only in their quadruple-thick 
diapers with plastic pants. Both were wearing dress shirts. 
Peter's had blue stripes and Bobby's was solid red. The 
dark-haired youngsters were the picture of cuteness.
	"Time for your diaper change, OK," instructed Marcia.
	"Yeah, but I'm still dry," insisted Bobby in a cocky 
attitude, "but Peter needs one since he just messed in 
his."
	"Shut up Bobby!!" demanded the older boy.
	"What's a matter, did Peter go poopy in his dipee?" 
teased Jan. "OK Peter, I guess I'll have to take care of 
you first."
	Peter lay down on the carpet just as he was told and 
Marsh slid a changing pad from beneath her bed and he 
lifted himself upon it, while being careful not to smear 
the contents inside his diapers. Peter asked that the other 
two girls leave and they did once their older sister told 
them. Bobby started to leave as well since their was no 
reason to change his diapers. Jan grabbed Bobby by the rear 
of his waterproof pants and as Bobby's legs kept churning 
the plastic stretched about a foot and exposed the bright 
white very thick cotton diapers beneath it.
	"Where do you think you're going, mister?" she 
demanded as she whipped the smaller child around and 
pointed him back into the room after giving him a firm 
smack to his well-diapered behind. In the room Marcia was 
handling the diaper change with all the kindness as usual.
	"Ooh, you really did make a mess," she stated as she 
put one hand over her nose. Bobby laughed as his older 
sister then folded up the used didees and cleaned Peter up 
good. The only thing better than having his diapers changed 
was watching his brother get his changed, Bobby thought to 
himself.
	Marcia then showed the boys the underwear that they 
would be wearing from now on and they gasped. It had been 
awhile since they had to wear those horrid things. In fact, 
pretty much since their mom died, and the sight of 
underpants brought tears to both their eyes. Marcia 
explained that she loved seeing them in diapers and didn't 
mind changing them but it was for their own good if they 
didn't want something bad to happen. Marcia put the first 
pair on the middle brother and he tried to stand up but 
Marcia had him lay back down on the changing pad. Before it 
was over Peter had twelve pairs of underpants on. She was 
going to stop at eight pairs, but then she figured the 
remaining four pairs of underpants still sitting in the 
opened package would better serve their purpose on Peter's 
behind. Marcia didn't want to take any chances, at least 
while Peter was still at ground zero when it came to his 
potty training. She wanted to rip open the second package 
she had bought for him and use these, too, but she could 
barely get the twelfth pair to fit in spite of her efforts 
to pull it up to its maximum height well above Peter's 
cotton-enshrouded buttocks.
	"I wish I had thought to buy some underwear in the 
next size," Marcia thought to herself. Doing some quick 
math, she figured twelve pairs, times two layers in each of 
the double-seated underpants made for twenty-four layers, 
enough to handle just about anything that might come out of 
Peter's butt. Marcia was satisfied as she took a look at 
the bulging, solid plies of fabric amply adorning Peter's 
posterior.
	"There, how does that feel?" she asked as she 
playfully snapped at his topmost waistband, unable to 
resist the urge to do so.
	"Kinda weird," Peter expressed.
	"OK, those will be your training pants until we get 
you back to using the potty like a big boy."
	Peter didn't say anything and looked real sad.
	"OK Bobby, it's your turn," Marcia informed him. Bobby 
told her that he was going to tell dad on her because they 
are supposed to wear real diapers. Marcia begged him not to 
do that because it would ruin everything and they wouldn't 
be a family anymore. Bobby wanted to know why but Marcia 
would not tell him. Soon he was in as many underpants as 
his brother. Both little boys were now on their way to 
being trained as the thickness of underpants in the crotch 
reminded them of that with each step.
	A little while later Jan grabbed Peter and Bobby by 
the arm and told them that boys don't go around in just 
their underpants. She led them up to their room to make 
them put on shorts to cover up their makeshift training 
pants. Their shorts barely fit over all the thickness. From 
the outside they looked like they were wearing their usual 
diapers except these were not as comfortable and didn't 
make that crinkling sound. Peter and Bobby looked really 
sad.
	"Now when you are about to go potty, you are to come 
and get me or Marcia to take you."
	"But how are we supposed to take all these underpants 
off first?" Bobby asked.
	"That'll teach you control and force you to hold it 
longer," Marcia said.
	"You better not bother mom or Alice because they have 
had it with you guys", Jan instructed in a matter of fact 
tone.
	A few hours passed and Marcia told Jan that maybe they 
needed to check on their brothers to see if they needed to 
go potty since they had not come to them. Outside they were 
both playing and the two older girls went to check on them. 
Marcia checked on Peter and found him still dry. She kissed 
him and told him what a big boy he was for being out of 
diapers. While Marcia was showering Peter with attention a 
scream of "Bobby Brady!!!!!!", rang out. Jan found her 
younger brother wet and messy. His light blue shorts were 
soaked in front and he smelled like he had done number two 
as well. It was hard to tell since he had on so many 
underpants. Bobby was smiling and it was apparent to Jan 
that he didn't mind that condition in his pants. Up to the 
girls' room he went as Jan got Marcia to take care of the 
cleanup. Marcia had quite a task on her hands as she peeled 
off Bobby's double seated underpants one at a time. The 
last pair was really poopy while the others were just urine 
soaked. The second pair had traces of skid marks from where 
it went through the first pair, the double seats helping to 
absorb much of the liquefied fecal matter.
	"Bobby, you are going to have to do better than that!" 
Jan demanded, but Marcia told her to lay off because babies 
don't quite get it right off the bat. Bobby stuck his 
tongue out at Jan while Marcia's attention was more 
focussed on Jan.
	Peter liked Marcia's encouragement and was somewhat 
scared of Jan so he potty trained quite well except for a 
couple of wettings. Bobby was just plain defiant. He 
refused to go potty even once and Marcia was getting tired 
of the extra work involved with using underwear on a boy 
that treated them like diapers. His sisters tried 
everything. They bragged on Peter in front of him. Marcia 
begged him because of what she thought was at stake if he 
didn't train like every other boy his age.
	Marcia just finally told Jan it was useless and 
decided that it was best to put Bobby back into diapers and 
plastic panties. At least Peter was on his way to being 
trained and soon they had him down to three pair.
	Marcia was becoming quite desperate and decided that 
it was time for her to write "Dear Libby" and see if she 
could help with the problem:

Dear Libby,

I think my mom wrote you about us and I am desperate. I am 
the oldest sister and recently our mom married a man that 
has three boys, of which two were in diapers. I am trying 
to save their marriage by potty training them but it's not 
working. The youngest refuses to go potty while the middle 
boy is now out of diapers, thanks to the help of my sister. 
Can you please tell us how to potty train our little 
brother so we can remain a family.

	Several days passed and the girls read the newspaper 
without an answer. Carol was curious as to what was going 
on because Marcia was always volunteering to take care of 
the boys. Finally, a knock on the door came and it was 
"Dear Libby" in person. Marcia and the girls gathered 
around to hear the advice on potty training. Instead they 
were informed that the letter that ran in her column did 
not originate at the Brady household though the description 
was the same.
	"So you mean mom and dad ain't going to get a 
divorce?", Marcia asked.
	"No I guess not. At least your parents anyway," Libby 
explained. As further proof, she showed the girls pictures 
of the boys in diapers that came from the other mom in 
another state. Both of those boys were brown-headed as 
opposed to their darker-haired brothers. Cindy gazed the 
pictures over and said, "They have diapers on just like our 
brothers!" as she pointed to the baby pants each was 
wearing.
	Libby then left. Peter then peeked from the top of the 
stairs and asked the girls who just left. Marcia said, 
"Never mind, Peter. How would you like to get put back in 
diapers like Bobby?"
	Peter smiled and said, "Boy would I!"
	Soon Peter and Bobby were playing with their diapers 
exposed once again. Bobby soon asked his new mom to change 
him after the girls told him it would be OK. Cindy and 
Marcia smiled with delight as they watched Bobby get his 
plastic pants pulled down and thick cloth diapers unpinned 
by their mother. Everything was back to normal once again.

EPISODE FOUR: THE CLUBHOUSE

	Peter and Bobby came home from school one day and 
their mom prepared to change them out of their diapers as 
usual. Both boys were wet which was nothing new. Carol 
first slid Peter's plastic pants down revealing his soaked 
diapers as Bobby giggled with delight.
	"What are you laughing at, mister?" his mom turned to 
him and asked. "I bet your diaper is wet too!" she 
continued.
	"Maybe, Maybe not!" the younger boy continued. Then 
she undid Peter's cute blue plain diaper pins as her new 
son lifted his butt in the air knowing that she would now 
slide it from beneath him. Carol spread and folded three 
more cloth diapers and sprinkled in the baby powder and 
soon the older boy's rear was on his new diapers as Carol 
began pulling them snugly between his smooth boyish legs. 
Then she inserted the diaper pins that was from Peter's 
previous diaper and he was ready to go play.
	"OK let's check your diaper since you seem to be 
acting as if you are a big boy today," Carol said with a 
smile as she turned her attention toward her youngest son. 
In no time flat she had Bobby's waterproof pants down to 
his ankles and then all the way off his feet. It was now 
evident that the reason Bobby was giggling was that his 
diaper was not only wet but contained a lump in the rear. 
Bobby had really pooped his diaper good while he and Peter 
were walking from school.
	"Bobby!" Carol exclaimed because this was a little out 
of the usual. "You didn't do that at school I hope!" she 
continued. Bobby assured her that he was walking home when 
it happened. Now Peter was the one giggling at his little 
brother. Carol asked Peter if he could get her a washcloth 
to take care cleaning up Bobby. Since it was solid it 
wasn't real bad, but still, Bobby's butt was stained and 
had traces of brown poop caked in. After cleaning Bobby up 
real good she put him into three fresh-smelling cloth 
diapers just like his brother. She decided that since they 
would be going outside to play their baby pants weren't 
necessary. Who cares if your diaper leaks as long as it is 
outside.
	Bobby and Peter then ran off like little cotton tails 
on the way outside to their clubhouse. As they rushed into 
the door of their clubhouse they were met by an awful 
surprise. Cindy had set up her doll table and her dolls 
were around it as she was making them tea. Jan had a bucket 
of pink paint and was about to begin painting the inside 
walls. Marsha was putting flowers and pictures of unicorns 
up. Bobby began immediately screaming for them to get out 
because it was the boys' clubhouse. Marsha reminded her 
little brothers that it was now all of the kids' clubhouse 
since they were just as much a part of the family as the 
boys.
	Peter joined in with Bobby and pleaded for them to 
leave as well, but Jan told him that they were there first 
and the boys could either help decorate or play after they 
got done. Bobby was becoming more steamed now as the girls 
were not about to budge from their newly claimed territory.
	"The only reason you got here first was because we had 
to get changed," he told her.
	"Yeah changed into your baby diapers!!!" Jan fired 
back. "Besides, baby boys need to play in sandboxes until 
they get out of diapers. Maybe then you can get your own 
clubhouse to play in like big boys."
	Bobby then threatened the girls that he was going to 
tell dad when he got home from work and then they would be 
sorry. Marsha told him not to be such a cryboy and pushed 
him out the door and pulled it shut. Bobby started pounding 
on the door with both fists as the girls giggled from 
within. Peter then told Bobby to give it up and they would 
just go back inside. The boys then walked into the den but 
were met by their mom and told to go back outside.
	"You can't come back in here without plastic pants, 
dears," she told her boys. Peter offered to go get them but 
Carol explained that they needed fresh air to keep from 
getting a diaper rash and insisted that they go play on the 
swings. Bobby pleaded that they wanted to play in the 
clubhouse, but his mom told them that they needed to share 
with their sisters and had to wait their turn.
	"Everyone's against us," Bobby complained to his 
brother. The two boys played briefly on the swings but the 
sounds of girly music and giggling coming from their 
private retreat almost made them sick. They weren't allowed 
back inside and the girls wouldn't let them in their 
clubhouse. All they could do was roam around the back yard 
dressed in white cloth diapers and striped short-sleeved 
shirts. Peter thought if maybe they used their diapers then 
their mom would have to let them back inside to be changed. 
Bobby told him that he didn't feel like he could go in his 
diapers for awhile. Bobby was now wishing he hadn't been a 
little stinker and pooped his diaper on the way home from 
school.
	Peter suggested running water to help him go pee. The 
two boys walked over to the faucet located on the outside 
wall of their house. As Peter walked he could feel a very 
faint feeling that perhaps he might be able to make poopy 
if he tried really hard. He was hoping that the running 
water could help motivate Bobby into wetting his dipee. 
Marsha looked outside the clubhouse and tried to figure out 
what the boys were up to. Jan thought they might be going 
to hook up the hose and try to flood them out of the 
clubhouse and was getting ready. Marsha said, "It looks 
like they are washing their hands." The girls continued to 
stare and soon Peter hunkered over and tried to make poopy 
in his diaper.
	"Far out!" she exclaimed as she cupped her hands over 
her mouth as she saw what they were really up to.
	"That's so sick!" as Jan rolled her eyes with disgust. 
Peter was able to force out a firm load into the seat of 
his diaper. This was followed by a gush of pee pee that 
dampened his diaper pretty good and began trickling down 
the inside of his leg to his bare feet.
	"Now your turn", as he pleaded with Bobby to do the 
same.
	"It's no use," Bobby complained.
	"So, did Bobby poop his dipee, too?" Jan asked, having 
turned away to spreading pink paint on the walls again. 
Marsha could easily tell by the difference in color of the 
boys' diapers that he was still dry. Peter's diaper was now 
sagging heavily as he walked about with Bobby. Finally, 
Bobby was able to pee and like his brother the cloth diaper 
did it's best to contain the wetting before it was 
trickling down the inside of the younger boy's tender legs. 
The boys then went to the door and knocked. Carol came to 
the door and noticed that the boys had both used their 
diapers. She told them to wait while she went to get fresh 
diapers for them. She handed Peter six cloth diapers and 
told them that it was Marsha's turn to change them.
	"But we want you to do it," pleaded Bobby. Their mom 
refused and told them that they still needed to stay 
outside. Marsha saw Peter with the new diapers and asked 
him if they needed to be changed. Peter began to walk 
toward the clubhouse but Bobby told him that they could 
wait awhile. Peter felt embarrassed as he could hear his 
sisters giggling at the sight of his sagging diaper. Time 
seemed to drag on as Peter and Bobby finally laid down on 
their stomachs looking at each other. Poor Peter was trying 
his best not to smear the contents of his diaper.
	When Mr. Brady got home Bobby was the first to go up 
and complain about the girls taking over. Peter came along 
to confirm his witnessing to the situation as well. Mike 
felt that the girls were out of line.
	"Looks like you guys need fresh diapers," as the aroma 
of pee pee and poopy caught his nose.
	"Yeah mom won't even let us inside and is making us 
stay out here in our diapers," Peter complained.
	Later that evening Mike talked the situation over with 
his wife. He explained that Greg, Peter and Bobby built 
that clubhouse from scratch with the help of him and he was 
afraid that what the girls were doing wasn't right. Carol 
felt like she had to defend her girls and the two adults 
were now on opposite sides of the argument as well. Finally 
after seeing Carol's disgust with the situation Mike 
suggested that the girls could create their own clubhouse. 
He would buy the materials and they could build it while 
the boys worked on getting their clubhouse painted blue and 
more boyish looking.
	The next day Mike brought home all the materials 
necessary. He and Carol tried to help the girls but they 
were not very good at hammering nails. Just like the day 
before Bobby and Peter were dressed only in thick white 
cloth diapers that rode a good ways up their backs. They 
watched out the window and laughed at the comedy of the 
girls' construction. Greg was with them and even he was 
amused as he sat their and watched with his two younger 
diaper-wearing brothers.
	Then something tragic almost happened. Cindy was just 
missed as a wall came crashing down just missing her by 
inches. This scared Mr. Brady really bad and he demanded 
that the girls get out of the way while the boys finish it 
for them. Bobby complained that they had to build their own 
in spite of what occurred. Mr. Brady said, "Fine. Then you 
can share yours equally with the girls." Bobby quickly 
picked up a hammer and said, "Pete what are you waiting 
on?"
	Soon, Greg and both toddler wannabe boys were working 
away like beavers. The girls all laughed at the cuteness of 
their brothers in diapers as they bent over and got to 
work.
	"Careful, Peter, that's to heavy for you," his mother 
pleaded as the diaper clad dark-haired lad raised the 
siding up.
	"Yeah we don't want you to poop your diaper!" teased 
Marsha knowing it was her turn to change the boys next.
	"That's enough, Marsha. Why don't you girls go fix 
some lemonade for our hard working boys," Mrs. Brady 
suggested.
	The clubhouse was soon finished and Bobby's and 
Peter's diapers had managed to stay dry as well which was a 
miracle in itself. Everyone was proud of the family 
achievement. Cindy then suggested that they could now have 
a nursery for the boys. Everyone thought that was a 
wonderful idea. Cindy and Marsha then thought about how 
much fun it would be decorating their clubhouse with baby 
stuff. The idea was preciously sweet to everyone but Jan. 
That would have to be worked on a little more.