DIAPER BEEBE

	This story is pure fiction written by one DL given as 
a gift to other DL's. It's purpose is only to entertain, 
give a few laughs and most of all to stimulate memory of 
childhood, those good old times when nothing but the moment 
was of any importance.

	Mr. Beebe was a happily married man just beginning his 
40th year. He married late in life, at age 30, only because 
he had not found his Miss Right. In those last 10 years he 
busy himself with family, job in that order. One 7 year old 
boy belonged to his wife's first marriage. Later they would 
have another boy.
	Mr. Beebe loved children more then anything else. 
Actually he felt more like a kid himself then the man with 
the heavy tool kit that drove many miles a day just to 
repair a few copiers. He would have much rather stayed home 
to romp with the kids.
	You see, Mr. Beebe never really grew up. His body was 
a 40 year old man, his spirit was that of a 10 year old 
boy. Mr. Beebe was a DL every since he was a child himself. 
Up until he was 8 years old he had to be diapered because 
of his wetting problem, but he was continued in diapers 
until he was about 11 years old. His parents used a baby 
treatment trying to discourage him from fondling his penis.
	He never understood just why diapers made him feel so 
wonderful. He never gave it much thought until after he was 
married.
	Mr. Beebe's sex life was boring to both he and his new 
wife until one frightful Tuesday night. They set Tuesdays 
to relax together. Bob Beebe forgot this was the night for 
romance until he slipped in beside his wife. In fact, he 
even forgot to remove his diaper. He had just begun to 
secretly wear diapers during the day.
	His whole life changed that night.
	"What is this?" his wife, Kim, sat up in surprise and 
turned the light on from the night stand. She could not 
believe what she saw. "Bob!" she screamed out loud.
	Bob jumped as if he was shot, "What is it, dear?" "Are 
you hurt, are you all right?"
	"Bob, what are you wearing?" Kim could hardly believe 
what she thought she saw.
	Bob turned ten colors of red, his embarrassment was 
more then he could bear. "OH! MY!" is all he could say.
	Bob began confessing to his wife that he has been 
wearing a diaper for several months now, that he had been 
hiding the fact from her for fear she would not understand, 
even he could not explain it to himself. Half-sitting 
beside his wife he began to wonder if he was losing his 
mind, a grown man in diapers! No matter what he would say 
it seemed to come all out wrong. Surely his wife would 
think he was some kind of strange man.
	Then he decided it was time for him to tell her about 
his childhood, how he had to wear them until he was 8 years 
old because he would always wet his pants. Then how he was 
made to continue to wear them because he could not leave 
himself alone while in bed.
	"What do you mean by not leaving yourself alone?" His 
wife was now sitting up pondering all this new information 
about her husband.
	Bob laid back with his eyes closed so tight his eye 
lids were paining him. "Oh my, Oh my!" He repeated over and 
over.
	Bob really did not want to get into this subject with 
his wife, not now not ever. But each time he opened his 
mouth he got deeper and deeper till finally he realized he 
could not get out of it, he had to tell her the whole 
story.
	Close together the two sat looking into each others 
eyes as Bob went into detail about his childhood. He felt 
some tension building up within himself as he spilled the 
long suppressed secret, the words just automatically roll 
from his mouth. Already he could feel the release soothing 
to his tormented soul.
	Kim tried to interrupt him several times without 
success. "Bob, listen to me, Bob please let me say 
something......" Giving up she decided Bob needed to talk 
it out so she laid back putting her arm over his chest, 
patting him with tenderness.
	 Without letting his wife get a word in edgewise Bob 
continued to make excuses for himself. Bob was not sure how 
this was going to effect his marriage.
	"Every time I went by the adult diaper section at the 
store I would get this funny sensation like I was drawn to 
them. So one day I got courage to pick up a package. I had 
been wearing one each day while I worked, then coming home 
I would take it off for fear of ..... well, for what's 
happening right now."
	Bob stopped only long enough to breath deeply then 
started talking again, "At first I took them off before I 
got home but then I started to wearing them until bed time, 
I was afraid you would going to touch me and find out my 
secret but I was so caught up in the pleasantness of it I 
just had to keep them on and Oh my, I am so sorry if I have 
hurt you that is the last thing I want to do." Bob 
continued to rattle on for the next few moments.
	After his wife calmed down and was listening to her 
loving husband she reached out to him asking him to listen 
to her. "Dear, I love you and no matter what you may do I 
will always love you. I am not really upset, only 
surprised, I had no idea that you had so much problems as a 
child."
	Bob was comforted by Kim's soft words and her gentle 
hand that was rubbing over his tightly taped Depend. He 
still felt some embarrassment but now was mixed with a 
touch of arousal as his loving wife blew lightly into his 
ear.
	One of her hands was fondling with his hair between 
her fingers. The other hand was being playful with the 
gathers that fitted tightly around his legs.
	Bob did not know what to think! His wife was actually 
taking advantage of the time to begin foreplay that they 
both so much desired.
	Kim and Bob spent the next hour making the best love 
either could remember. When both were ready to call it a 
night Kim got up to go into the bathroom while bewildered 
Bob laid openly on top the bed letting the cool night air 
bring him back to room temperature.
	Thinking about the last few hours Bob wondered what 
his wife really thought about his diapers and the fact he 
tried to keep it from her. "She did not seem too upset," he 
thought.
	Bob decided to put the diaper back on, after all it 
was not soiled at all. Besides he wanted to feel it's bulk 
around his body. He was in much need for comfort at this 
moment. He just about to fasten the tabs when Kim appeared 
beside him with two brand new Depends. He could not believe 
what he was seeing.
	"Honey, I had found your package hidden behind the 
things in the bathroom closet. Let me get this on you!"
	Bob's lower jaw dropped open as his heart raced with 
excitement. "You really want to do this?" Bob was like a 
little boy getting a Christmas package.
	Kim laid one diaper on Bob's belly throwing the other 
on her side of the bed. Pulling at his old diaper she 
released the tabs and disposed the old diaper onto the 
floor. Bob raised his butt allowing the fresh diaper to be 
placed under him. Kim pulled the front part up and over his 
limp genitals pulling the diaper tightly as she could then 
pressed the tabs sealing her husband in his security pants.
	Bob had not yet realized the fullness of his good 
fortune. All he could do was lay still and let Kim pamper 
him.
	"Do me now!" Kim asked as she crawled next to her 
diapered man. She handed the other diaper to Bob.
	Bob was so excited that he could hardly keep his hands 
still. After he had finished diapering his wife he crawled 
over her, giving her a kiss from her belly button to her 
ready lips. "Thank you, darling. This means a lot to me." 
Bob rolled over to his side of the bed falling soundly 
asleep in matter of seconds.
	This was the beginning of Kim's and Bob's relationship 
that would bind them so much closer. Sex between them 
exploded into complete freedom of expression giving both 
the release then so desperately needed.
	Kim had custom made some special diapers that gave the 
perfect fit. Bob used real baby diaper pins, some pink and 
some blue. Some diapers were made out of material printed 
with little bunnies and a few with Mickey Mouse and Daffy 
Duck on them.
	Bob's job involved a lot of driving over many miles 
each day as he would go from town to town in his district 
repairing copiers. No longer having to keep the secret from 
his wife he wore his diapers daily, Letting Kim change him 
into a thicker one at night. He carried extras in the trunk 
of the car just in case.
	
DIAPER BEEBE
	
THE STAY OVER -- Chapter 2
	
	Bob adopted Gary soon after they were married. This 
was his wife's son by a previous marriage. Bob became quite 
close to his adopted son, taking him along on a few 
business trips with him. Gary adored his new daddy, 
following him around like a little puppy. Bob discovered 
his son had a natural love of working with his mind and 
hands, it would be a perfect profession for him, so he 
began giving him more responsibility, teaching him how to 
work the trade.
	Bob and Kim were celebrating Gary's 8th birthday when 
Bob's pager went off. This was supposed to one of his rare 
days off during the week, so he was concerned when he felt 
the vibration alerting him to the call.
	The call was from his dispatcher telling him he had 
several machines down in a Government Office. This was not 
in his normal district, but being in such a need and 
because his area was under control they decided to use him 
for this special job.
	He would have to drive a little over 100 miles, would 
have to stay at least one night, maybe two. The Corporation 
always paid extra for such jobs and would pay for his 
night's stay.
	"Daddy, can I go too?" Bob looked over at his wife who 
was smiling with approval. "Sure, I need a good pair of 
hands, sure, son, go get a change of cloths so we can get 
on the road." After the boy ran off to his room to pack, 
Kim gave her husband a hug and kiss.
	"Thank you, he really needs to be with you more." Kim 
was pleased Bob took such an interest in her son. Bob was 
wondering if the boy wouldn't slow him down, but agreed to 
take him. His Corporation did not encourage their repairmen 
to take riders along with them, but if he had to stay 
overnight they would allow a family member time to time.
	"Is it my imagination or has Gary been in a mood swing 
lately?" Bob asked.
	"Yes he has been moody lately I think he has a reason 
to be..... you'll have to talk with him about it, I'm sure 
you can help him." Kim turned to go into the boy's room to 
help him pack. She turned back towards Bob.
	"I need to tell you something, Bob...." She hesitated, 
"I found his bed wet yesterday morning. I think something 
is really bothering him, maybe you could talk with him and 
find out what it is."
	Bob told her he would do his best. "I use to wet the 
bed when something was bothering me, too. I often wished I 
had someone to talk to about it. Yes, I think I can help 
him."
	Kim looked as if she wanted to say something else but 
bit her lip to silence. Bob, picking up on this behavior, 
knew something was bothering her also. "What is it?" he 
asked as he gave her one last kiss.
	"I put him in diapers last night," Kim looked Bob into 
the eyes as she raised her eyebrows up and down. Bob broke 
out into a wide grin, "All right! Better than a wet bed. 
How did he take it?"
	"Better then I thought, at first he looked at me as if 
I was kidding, but I convinced him that it would be better 
then sleeping in a cold, wet bed. He just said, 'Yea, but 
what will daddy think?' so I told him that you had to wear 
them at his age, too. He said "OH SURE!" as if he did not 
believe me, but he let me put them on. However, when I got 
him up this morning he had already taken them off. I found 
them on the floor between the bed and wall."
	"Soaked?" Bob asked.
	"Very!" she answered.
	"Poor kid, he must feel confused about it all, I'll 
give him a hand with it." Bob gave his wife another knock 
out kiss, grabbed his overnight bag, calling to Gary, 
"Let's go buddy!"
	Once on the highway, Bob began to talk with Gray to 
see if he would like to talk about any problems. "How do 
you like your summer vacation by now?"
	"Great, I like summers."
	"Me too," Bob agreed.
	After more small talk, Bob came to the point. "Honey, 
I know you have been wetting your pants lately and mom 
tells me you are wetting the bed some nights, too."
	Gary grew tense and tears were forming in his eyes. 
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise I will try not 
to."
	"Sweetheart, I am not upset about it at all and you 
should not feel bad about it, I know it is not your fault, 
I know it happens." Bob was being as gentle with the boy as 
he could be. "Wetting the bed or your pants is not the 
important thing, what is important is.... YOU!" Bob reached 
out and poked a finger into Gary's belly causing the boy to 
giggle behind his tears.
	Gary wiped the tears from his eyes while curling up 
his legs onto the seat. The look on his face told the story 
of shame and embarrassment the little boy was suffering. He 
did not want to make his daddy unhappy with him.
	Bob quickly picked up on the boy's distress. For just 
a moment Bob had a flashback from his own childhood. Bob 
took one hand and brushed the locks of hair on the boy's 
light brown head.
	"Gary, I love you more then anything else, you're 
really important to me. Your going to grow up into a mighty 
fine man, I will always be so proud of you. No matter what 
ever happens, I will always love you."
	The child brightened up, lifted his head high and 
looked out the side window. Bob could see his reflection 
from the window and noticed tears, but best of all saw the 
smile of joy. Gary turned back to his daddy, grabbed hold 
of his hand, kissing the wrist. "I love you too, daddy, I 
love you!"
	By this time they just drove into the parking lot of 
Mr. Beebe's favorite restaurant. Turning the engine off, 
Bob unbuckled his seat belt then leaned over to his son, 
taking him into his arms, gave him a long hug while kissing 
him on the cheek.
	Before going into the restaurant Bob asked his son, 
"Did you bring any diapers, didn't mom lay some out for 
you?"
	"Yes, but I forgot them, I think!"
	"I bet you were just too embarrassed to pack them, I 
know that is how I use to feel sometimes." Bob was so 
sensitive to the boy's feelings that he actually felt his 
distress.
	Ducking his head, Gary confessed that he really did 
not forget them, but was indeed fearful of bringing them.
	"That's all right, sweetheart, I understand." Bob 
patted him lightly on his head, then taking Gary's 
outstretched hand, they went in the restaurant.
	While in the restaurant they laughed and joked with 
each other, talking about this and that. The boy was 
getting to know his daddy in a big way. Mr. Beebe enjoyed 
this close relationship with his son. The waitress, 
noticing their close relationship, gave them extra service. 
Life could not be better, Bob thought to himself.

THE PURCHASE -- Part 3

	Once more in the car, they pulled out of the parking 
lot when Bob saw a drug store across the street. "I'm going 
to stop over here for a while, wanta come in with me?" The 
boy released his lap belt then jumped to the ground to 
catch up to his daddy.
	"What is he going to do?" Gary thought to himself as 
they entered the store.
	When his dad stopped at the second row of shelving 
Gary found himself facing a whole shelf of baby diapers and 
supplies. While his dad studied the vast supply Gary looked 
at the pictures on the diaper packages. One was a little 
baby laying on her back kicking her tiny legs into the air, 
there is another of a boy lying on his stomach holding his 
head high. The boy's eyes followed down the shelf taking in 
each package until he came upon a package that had a older 
boy standing with his legs slightly spread. The caption 
read, 'I am a big boy now!' Another was a boy sitting on 
the potty with his pull ups down around his ankles, 'I can 
do it myself'.
	Gary had given diaper packages a few quick glances 
while shopping with his mother, but was too bashful to 
stand in front of them for a good look. He knew they had 
pictures on them, but this is the first time he realized 
there was some older kids on the pull ups.
	"Other boys must wear them too," Gary reasoned within 
himself. "Other boys pee their pants too." This revelation 
seemed to please the lad. However, he had not known any 
other boy that wore them, so this revelation confused him a 
little.
	"Daddy.... Daddy" Gary pulled on his dad's pant leg 
trying to get his attention.
	"What is it, son?" Bob leaned down to the little boy's 
level.
	"There is a lot of diapers in here." he pointed up and 
down the aisles. Bob's eyes followed his sons pointing 
finger, "Yes there is, they have a nice amount of choices, 
too."
	"Daddy, there are many for boys.... Daddy, do just 
boys wear them?" his eyes showed his wonderment.
	"Some girls need them too, but I think more boys wear 
them then girls." His dad seemed amused at his son's 
attempt to figure this all out. "Why do you ask?" Bob was 
curious how Gray would answer.
	"Well, I was just thinking, they make so many kinds 
and there is so many on the shelf....... I was thinking 
maybe they sell a lot of them. Maybe lots of boys wear 
them."
	"I imagine they do, sweetheart, I imagine they do!" 
Bob had not thought of it that way before. With so many 
diapers in this store, and there are a lot of stores that 
carry diapers. Surely more older kids are wearing them then 
he even thought.
	"Gary, why do you think many boys are wearing them, 
they will fit girls too?" His dad was wondering how his 
little boy was connecting diapers with boys.
	"Look at the pictures, most of them are boys," Gary 
pointed out.
	Bob was proud of his son's observance to details, the 
fact the boy picked up on that fact.
	"Daddy" Gary pulled on his dad's arm to get his 
attention. Leaning down towards the boy Bob asked, "What, 
Dear?" "Daddy look at this", he pointed toward what looked 
like a 5 year old with some new kind of pull ups. "Look 
Daddy he's not a baby.... He's a big boy!"
	"Yes, these are for boys that still need a diaper but 
are able to pull them up and down by them selves."
	"I didn't know they made pull ups for bigger boys" 
Gary seemed interested but was trying to act a bit 
indifferent about it.
	Bob reached for another package.
	Bob showed the package to his son. On it's label was 
printed - "Youth size". There was a picture of a boy about 
8 or 9 years old wearing cute T-shirts that allowed only 
the bottom part of the diaper to be seen. Something about 
the seeing only a hint of a diaper gave Gary a tingle 
between his legs.
	"Is that my size?" he whispered. His daddy whispered 
back, "Just right".
	"Can I be of some help to you?" the salesman asked. 
Both son and dad jumped when they heard the voice.
	The salesman had overheard the two talking and was 
amused at the boy's interest in the packaging.
	"We'll take this package," Bob remarked.
	"Is this for the boy?" the salesman asked still 
grinning at the child.
	"Yes, he has a small problem once in a while. Do you 
think these will be adequate for a boy his size?"
	The salesman began looking up and down the shelf of 
diapers, then walked to the far end reached down and pulled 
up an even larger package. "These are more adjustable 
between ages 9 and 10. I believe these will fit him much 
nicer, they are a bit more comfortable because of the 
thicker padding." He added, "They do cost a little more but 
again there are 10 more diapers in this package then that 
one," pointing to the one Bob was holding.
	"You see, I have a boy about your son's size, although 
he is 11 years old, he is mentally handicapped therefore 
has never been able to potty train so we have to keep him 
covered. We have used several types but this one is more 
practicable because of the ease in adjusting to fit. The 
cut of the material is more natural to body curves and the 
inter padding is thick enough they can be used as an all-
nighter without any problem."
	Bob asked Gary if he would like to try them. Gary's 
eyes widened, "You mean you will let me wear them?" still 
not sure he really understood his dad's intentions.
	"You can wear them any time you want, I think these 
will keep you more than dry, so I want you to wear one each 
night for sure, but if you think you want one during the 
day, you have my permission to do so."
	The salesman just sacked the package and gave Bob a 
receipt when he noticed the lad standing on one foot then 
the other. "It's down this aisle to the end, then turn 
right, its the first door to your left." Bob blinked his 
eyes trying to figure out what the man was saying when he 
chanced to see the boy fidgeting with himself.
	"Come on let's hurry, Honey." Gary took his daddy's 
hand as they headed for the rest room.
	Gary dropped his pants and underpants as fast as he 
could, standing tiptoe in front of the adult size urinal he 
let go even before fully aimed some pee splattered against 
the wall and floor.
	Meantime, Bob had opened the package of diapers. He 
was pleased with the style, saying, "I wish they had these 
when I was growing up." Bob inspected the thick padding 
with interest, then holding them to his face he took a deep 
breath smelling the aroma of baby powder already in the 
diaper. A pleasant smile crossed his face because he knew 
the pleasure his son would soon experience. A look of envy 
as he turned his eyes on the half-naked boy.
	"My goodness, he's beautiful," Bob thought to himself 
as he got a flashback of a childhood playmate who played 
'show me' so many years ago. He could hardly believe that 
he was so fortunate to have a boy like Gary.
	Gary gave no resistance as Bob fitted one of the youth 
diapers on him. Pulling his T-shirt up so to see the full 
diaper, Gary pranced before the mirror, taking in the view 
of himself while Bob looked on with specific approval.
	"We better be on our way, I am expected to arrive 
within the next hour," Bob helped the boy pulled his pants 
over the new diapers. Once Gary's belt was fastened and the 
zipper pulled up Bob noticed the bulging diaper could not 
be easily hidden.
	Gary walked with a waddle out the store's front door 
as he headed for the car. Bob, following a few steps 
behind, noticed the top part of the diaper was hanging out 
and the tail of his son's T-shirt tucked loosely just 
inside. This view gave Bob a powerful arousal that got 
things moving upward. Bob felt like a little boy when these 
feelings came, often without any warning.
	Bob knew from his own experiences that a warm diaper 
pressing ever so gently against his genitals would excite 
an automatic erection sooner or later. Again Bob felt pangs 
of envy toward his little son for there was never a more 
wonderful feeling then for a little boy to feel the joys of 
a strong erection.
	Sitting in the heavy diaper made Gary's butt feel damp 
from sweat. He could not put his legs together because the 
diaper was so thick between his legs. He sat still, looking 
out the side window with a silly grin on his face.
	Bob was amused at just how fast Gary had adjusted to 
wearing diapers. He was more then pleased as the boy asked 
him questions from his own experiences.
	Bob knew these questions reflected his son's deepest 
thoughts and desires about diapers and how they made him 
feel.
	For Gary it had been a long time since he felt this 
much love and security, he needed a daddy like Bob Beebe.
	This little boy indulged in his newfound freedom. Gary 
ran his hands down beneath his pants, just be sure he was 
not dreaming. "Yes, yes", he whispered to himself it was 
real all right. The child indulged in feeling himself 
without suffering guilt. For the first time Gary 
experienced this precious glow without having to feel the 
pain of embarrassment. He leaned back in the seat, closing 
his eyes while allowing himself the enjoyment of being 
alive, to be himself.
	Bob glanced over at the boy, thinking to himself, 
"Okay, enjoy yourself son, I know how you feel."
	All too soon the pair arrived at the Government 
building.

DESTINATION REACHED --Part 4

	"The dumb machine does not spit paper out the right 
end with getting hung up who knows where, sometimes I can't 
even find the copy." The man at the desk seemed desperate. 
Paper work piled high on the corner of the desk had piled 
up for the last two days.
	He stood up and extended his hand to Mr. Beebe, 
welcoming him to the office.
	"As you can see we need help. We have four machines 
and they all went done the same time, what else can go 
wrong?"
	"By the way, my name is Paul Norton I'm the head of 
this department." Bob and Paul shook hands.
	It was at that moment Paul looked over at Gary who was 
sitting on the big chair with his legs sticking straight 
out in front of him kicking wildly.
	"What a cute little boy, is he yours?"
	Bob introduced him his son. "Yes he is mine. You're 
right, he is cute, one of my best friends!"
	Gary, upon hearing those words from his daddy began to 
puff up with pride. "My daddy thinks I am cute," he let 
these words run through his mind.
	Paul moved over to the child to shake his hand. Paul 
hung onto his little hand longer then Gary thought he 
should have this made him pull has hand back to his side. 
But when the older man patted him on the head, messing up 
his uncombed hair, that was too much.
	Gary pulled his head away and began to brush his hair 
back into place with his own hands. Both men laughed.
	"You got the most delightful smile," Paul still 
complimenting the boy.
	Turning back to Bob, Paul said, "I have a little boy 
about his size, his name is Jamie he is 12 years old, quite 
small for his age. Then I have another son Jimmy, Jimmy is 
9 years old.
	Beebe got busy on the downed copier which needed a 
complete go-through, what ever could go wrong, did. Toner 
has spilled, paper jammed in the rollers, wow.
	Mr. Norton seemed to be a very friendly person. Both 
men talked about this and that. Then talked about their 
families. Paul had a picture on his desk showing his wife 
and two boys. "You have a nice looking family" Bob remarked 
as he held the picture in his hands.
	It was getting near lunch time so Paul suggested that 
the three of them go out to eat together.
	There conversation turned to Paul's two boys. It seems 
Paul was concerned by Jamie's small size, he looked no 
older then his brother at 9. "At 12 he should be taller and 
more filled out." Paul frowned a bit.
	"I bet he will catch up to his peers before too long. 
He may start puberty after he is 13, I don't think you have 
much to be worried about". Paul tried to help the concerned 
man.

THE INVITE.-- Chapter 5

	Bob was kept busy the rest the afternoon on the first 
copier. This machine needed a part that Bob did not have in 
his parts supply. He called in his problem to his 
dispatcher, who in turn, put out a search of any close-by 
serviceman who just may have such a part. This happens from 
time to time in the repair trade.
	One new part was located at a dealership in the next 
town. Bob and his son would meet the other repair man about 
half way. By the time the two got back with the new part it 
was closing time for the Government Building.
	"Have you a place to stay tonight?" Paul asked.
	"Not yet, we hope to find a vacancy at a motel," Bob 
answered hopefully.
	"Not this late in the afternoon, we have an Elks 
convention starting tonight and will run through the 
weekend." Paul had his two new friends sit while he made a 
phone call.
	Paul came back as quickly as he left. "You're in luck, 
Bob, you and Gary have a place to stay while you are in 
town."
	"Great, after you told me about the convention I began 
to wonder!" Paul had Gary help him gather up his tools. 
Paul quickly cleaned up the mess by the machine and covered 
it for the night.
	"Where is this place?" Bob inquired of the Manager.
	"Well, it just happens that my wife is leaving for the 
weekend to visit her Mother in Castleville, so we have room 
just for two more."
	"We sure do appreciate it, but we don't want to be 
putting you out any." Bob looked at Gary whose eyes just 
lit up. Gary asked if the two boys would be there or are 
they going with their mother? "No, to be honest with you 
she was going to take both boys with her because she could 
not get their regular sitter for tonight, When I told her 
about your need for a place to stay, she said that was an 
answer to prayer. So I guess we will be the sitters for 
tonight, besides Jimmy will be glad to have Gary as a sleep 
over."
	Mr. Norton seemed a little relieved that Paul accepted 
his offer. Paul was not the baby sitter type and it was his 
idea to get Mrs. Thomas to stay with the kids.
	Bob and Gary followed Paul's car to the outskirts of 
town before turning up a long lane flanked by fenced 
farmland. It was a beautiful landscape with lots of full 
trees and shrubbery. Soon they came to a small house set 
back into a grove of trees. In the front yard there was a 
large tire tied with a heavy rope dangling from a high limb 
of a strong tree. There were signs of children everywhere, 
with a toy truck here and a wagon there, a bike next to the 
tree. "A swell place to play," Gary thought as he looked 
around.
	They were met at the door by Mrs. Norton who was just 
about to leave for her trip. A quick handshake to Paul and 
Gary then a hug and kisses to her husband she turned and 
embraced two small boys. The good bye's were dragged out 
before the mother finally drove off down the lane.
	Once inside the house Paul bid his guest to make 
themselves at home. The smell of home cooking filled the 
room, "Betty got our supper all ready guys, we just got to 
wait for the meat to finish." Paul directed his guest to 
bring in their over night bags into the boys bed room.
	The two boys were making eye contact with each other. 
Friendship soon over came any shyness between them. Soon 
the two were making their own conversations.
	Jamie just sat in his special chair making smacking 
noises while his dad spoon fed him mashed up potatoes and 
carrots. Turning to Bob, Mr. Norton told them that Jamie 
was a special boy that needed special attention. "He's a 
good boy, he is very much loved around here."
	After eating they all went into the living room. "Your 
wife is a good cook, that was a swell meal," Bob patted his 
belly with a deep sigh.
	Jimmy spoke up with a loud voice saying, "Jamie's my 
brother, he gets to be a baby!" Jamie, hearing his little 
brother's comment, could only giggle.
	Paul proudly told the guest that Jimmy was a big help 
for his brother adding that he is greatly loved also. Jimmy 
acted a little silly as his daddy patted his golden brown 
head of hair.
	Bob recognized that something was going on between the 
two boys. Bob was troubled in what seem to him a strong 
sense of jealousy Jimmy had toward his older brother.
	The two younger boys went outside to play while the 
men sat with a large glass of lemonade.
For the next few minutes the men visited as they got better 
aquatinted. Jamie was beginning to get restless so his dad 
decided it was time to take him to bed.
	Bob followed them into the back bedroom where Paul 
laid Jamie on the double bed. "Hand me a diaper out of that 
second drawer, please." Bob found two neatly stacked piles 
of diapers, one pile was much heavier then the other, 
"which ones, the heavy or light?" "The night ones on the 
right."
Paul commenced to pull Jamie's clothes off.
	Bob watched as Paul pulled the boy's T-shirt up over 
his head. Jamie cooperated without resistance when Paul 
carefully pulled his elastic waist band of his easy-change 
pants. Bob watched with interest when he saw the first 
glimpse of diapers with clear plastic panties that crinkled 
at the slightest movement.
	Paul was talking the whole time, telling Bob how Jamie 
seemed to stopped growing after he reached 10 years old. 
Bob noticed the boy open a smile, showing his upper gums 
with baby teeth in a perfect alignment. "He still has baby 
teeth?" Paul asked.
	"Yes, he never lost them, and they are still in good 
shape."
	"Amazing" said Bob as he took another closer look. 
	Bob Beebe stared wantonly at the near naked child 
before him. He was charmed by the boy's flawless 
appearance. Somehow he had expected some physical deformity 
but Jamie was like a little angel before him.
	Bob had a obsession about older boys in diapers. For 
years he had wondered why he reacted this way. It always 
gave him a deeper personal feeling. Perhaps it was 
reminding him of his earlier years when he wore diapers all 
the time.
	
LITTLE SQUIRT -- Chapter 6

	"This last two years has been hard on Betty, Jamie was 
her first baby, she has been giving him all her attention," 
Paul continued his conversation.
	Bob caught a clue of what was troubling Jimmy. "Paul, 
have you noticed the friction between Jimmy and his 
brother?"
	Paul seemed to stop his talking for a few moments 
while he pulled off the boy's plastic panties, he slide a 
finger up under each side of the diaper gathers feeling 
just how wet the older boy was before loosening the tapes 
that held the diaper together. A light hint of diaper poop 
floated throughout the room.
	Paul turned to Bob with a look of despair. "Yes, I 
have noticed resentment from Jimmy. Sometimes I know I do 
not handle his feelings very well. He's really the more 
mature boy, he understands why we need to pamper Jamie..... 
He will just have to bear it as the rest of us do."
	Jamie was laying with his legs spread far apart 
kicking up and down, one thumb found its way into his mouth 
while he hungrily sucked on it like a pacifier. His other 
hand reached down with his fingers just under the front of 
his diapers. With a flip of his wrist the front of the 
diaper flopped open exposing a slight diaper rash just 
above his underdeveloped genitals.
	Bob could not help but notice the golden brown suntan 
went all the way down his body without the usual white 
where diapers would be. Paul noticed Bob's questioning 
expression, "In order to help dry up Jamie's diaper rash we 
let him lay out in the sun each day."
	For some reason the idea of Jamie laying naked on a 
blanket outside made Bob's personal feelings even stronger. 
He gets those feelings when he and Gary shower together. He 
finds relief on Tuesday nights while his wife and he get 
together, working things out. It was puzzling him why he 
had such feelings for a 12 year old disabled boy. Bob did 
his best to hid these feelings while leaning over the bed 
helping Paul get Jamie ready for bed.
	Paul lifted the boy carefully, pulling the very wet 
and dirty diaper from underneath Jamie. Carefully wiping 
his bottom, which was also affected with diaper rash, Paul 
reached for the Kiddy Wipes gently preparing the boy for a 
clean dry diaper. Paul left the room to dispose the dirty 
diaper.
	Bob studied the 12 year old with compassion. This 
small naked boy was eyeing Bob as if he was trying to 
communicate some longing he could not express. Bob was 
thinking of his own son who had only a wetting problem. How 
sad is was for Paul and Betty, but Jamie seemed to be a 
good boy with such a sweet spirit, easy to care for. Bob's 
feelings for this boy soon brought a tear to his eyes, not 
just for the fact that Jamie was so helpless but because of 
a deeper love that was swelling up from within himself.
	Paul had just reentered the room when Jamie began to 
squirt three feet into the air. Before Paul could get the 
new diaper over him, the bed, Bob and Paul had gotten wet. 
This embarrassed Paul beyond words, wondering what Bob may 
be thinking. It was Bob's laughter that eased the tension 
of such a difficult situation.
	"That reminded me of the time I changed Gary, I got 
soaked then, too," Bob continued to laugh. Paul added, "But 
you expect it from a baby boy, I've been doused a few times 
by Jamie before."
	Both men worked together getting Jamie cleaned up 
again and diapered. Once the 12 year old was tucked into 
his bed the men returned to the living room and another 
glass of lemonade.
	Paul asked questions about Gary, "Was he an easy baby 
to look after?"
	"I guess he was," Bob looking around the room 
continued, "You see, Gary's my wife's child, I didn't know 
him until he was 7."
	"Oh, but I thought you said he had peeped on you when 
you changed him......?" Paul caught himself in mid-thought, 
he began to understand, "You mean....". .
	"Yes, and he is still in diapers!" Bob said without 
hesitation.
	Paul listened as Bob explained why they put Gary back 
into diapers. "He a much happier boy now, I was surprised 
just how fast he accepted them"
	About that time the two younger boys busted into door 
fully exhausted from there playing outside. Both boys were 
sweating from the heat. "Can we have some lemonade?" "Sure 
you can help yourselves."
	It was Bob that first noticed the tattle tale dark 
spot covered with dirt that turned to mud located between 
Jimmy's legs.
	Paul soon notice the same thing, "Jamie, come over 
here." his dad spoke roughly towards his 9 year old. "What 
have I told you about this?" pointing to his wet spot. 
Speaking to Bob, Paul said, "I have gotten after this boy I 
don't know how many times, if he has to go pee get into the 
bathroom, but no, he always has an excuse of some kind. His 
wetting drives his mother and me up the wall. Having one 
boy that wets and poops is enough.". Turning his attention 
back towards his son, "Jamie, your 9 years old, there is no 
reason on earth why you can't use the toilet like everyone 
else."
	This talk, in front of his new friend, embarrassed 
Jamie. He ducked his head, moved one foot in small circles 
while fidgeting with his belt buckle. The scolded child 
peeked over the top of his eye lids toward his new friend, 
Gary. A tear trickled down one cheek.
	Paul was not letting his son off easy, he continued to 
belittle him in front of the guest. "I bet you wouldn't 
catch Gary acting like a 2 year old!" his daddy's words 
were cutting deeper and deeper, making it impossible for 
Jamie to keep back the dam of tears. The child ran from the 
room, slamming his bedroom door behind him. Every one in 
the house could hear the child's hurtful cry.
	Mr. Beebe began to ponder what just took place, he was 
sensitive to the feelings of both father and son. "How can 
I help each of these friends to understand...." Bob thought 
to himself. Just then Paul made some comment about how nice 
it must be to have a boy that did not pee or poop all the 
time. That was the statement Bob was waiting for.
	"Paul," Bob began as diplomatic as he could, "All boys 
seem to have problems like this, it seems it must be the 
nature of boys. We have to wait longer to get control of 
our bladders. I read that little girls have it easier along 
these lines. Women have more bladder infections then we do, 
so there is some kind of trade off."
	Paul agreed, "My wife does have this problem a lot it 
seems. But we really want Jamie to get control of himself."
	"He will, but perhaps first he will need patience with 
lots of love and understanding. Right now he thinks it is 
all his fault and this thinking is causing him even more 
trouble, even causing him to have his little mishaps ."
	Bob looked over at Gary who had been listening with 
interest. Then Bob continued his conversation with Paul. 
"You mentioned to Jamie that Gary wouldn't act as a 2 year 
old. I believe you meant that Gary wouldn't wet his pants, 
you couldn't be more wrong. You see, Gary may be soaked at 
this very moment!"
	Gary nodded his head looking down between his legs 
wondering if it showed.
	Paul also looked at Gary but saw no evidence on his 
pants. "Of course he's in ........."
	Bob finished for him, "Diapers..... yes just like 
Jimmy, Gary needs some protection. A nice diaper is both 
comfortable, safe and effective in keeping him dry that is 
what they are made to do, keep little boys dry."
	Gary was asked how he felt about having to wear them.
	"Well, at first I thought they were only for little 
babies, At first I didn't really want to wear them. I used 
to wake up in a damp cool bed but now I get to sleep all 
night long and wake up dry, only my diaper is soaked."
	"How do you feel about wearing them out in public?" 
Mr. Norton asked with a little chuckle of humor. "Don't you 
think someone would make fun of you, wouldn't you be 
embarrassed?"
	Gary thought for a moment as if trying to get just the 
right words, "Well, I think I might be embarrassed if 
someone happened to see me in diapers, I don't know..... 
But if I did not wear them they would surely see my wet 
pants and that would really be embarrassing, so.... I don't 
really mind having them on. Besides it makes me feel good."
	Then Gary giggled out loud, bringing a smile from both 
Mr. Norton and Bob.
	"What's so funny?" Paul asked the small boy that was 
slowly turning red in the face.
	"I don't want to say," Gary giggled, realizing what he 
just began to say. Suddenly he became rather shy.
	Bob asked Gary if it would all right to tell Paul what 
he meant by his statement.. Gary nodded his head.
	"Paul maybe I can answer that question." Bob Beebe 
took time to think out his answer.
	"I think what Gary is trying to say is this, he likes 
to wear his diaper, it makes him feel secure where he can 
play or do what ever he wants without anyone knowing he 
wets his pants. Besides, diapers can give a boy special 
feeling that is not easily described."
	Bob glanced over at Gary who was slowly shaking his 
head side to side. He was hoping his dad would not tell 
that part. Bob had not discussed any of his own feelings 
with Gary but somehow he knew Gary was experiencing the 
same familiarity.
	Bob cut short his comment by saying, "It's just a boy 
thing".
	Paul did not understand just what was meant by a "boy 
thing," however, he was thinking it may not be so bad for 
Jimmy to use diapers, at least for awhile.
	Jamie's diapers would fit the younger boy without any 
problem. "Would he also need a plastic cover over these 
diapers?" Paul was beginning to understand the need his son 
had for diapers.
	"I wouldn't think you would need to use any thing but 
a diaper, however, if he leaks or wets them more then once 
or twice before getting a change, it may be a good idea, 
why don't you try it with just the diaper first."
	Gary informed Mr. Norton with, "Lots of boys wear 
diapers!"
	"How do you know that?" Paul looked a bit surprised. 
"I never noticed too many boys or even girls wearing 
diapers after they got older."
	"You didn't notice mine, either!" Gary giggled once 
again. "I know they do because there are lots and lots of 
big boy diapers for sale at the stores."
	"If you put Jamie into diapers I am sure you will find 
the conflicts you and your wife have been having will 
cease. From it you will have a happy boy once again." Bob 
was pleading the case for the 9 year old boy.
	"I don't know, it seems to me that a normal boy should 
not be needing to be diapered like a baby. I can understand 
Jamie's need because he can't help himself. But Jimmy is 
capable of using the bathroom, he just tries to hold it in 
too long."
	Coming to the point Bob said, "Paul, what you say is 
true, however, I believe Jimmy has an other need that is 
not so easily seen. He envies your special attention 
towards Jamie. He wants you to give him the same treatment 
of pampering that you so freely give to the older boy, but 
to the younger boy you ignore and scold for the same 
thing."
	Bob was taken back by his own boldness to speak this 
truth to a man he just came to know.
	Paul listened intently to what was being said. "Yes, I 
can see that now. Maybe tonight would be a good time to 
test that theory, it would do no harm to give it a try."
	"He could wear one of mine tonight. That way he 
wouldn't wet the bed and I will be wearing mine so I won't 
wet the bed. It will be fun sleeping with him, I could talk 
to him about wearing diapers if you let me." Gary was 
anxious to get to bed and it was getting past his bed time.
	"That is a good idea, let the boys talk about it, let 
them work it out by themselves." Bob added.
	Mr. Norton was convinced that by having Gary talk with 
Jimmy would be the thing to do. "OK. lets try it tonight 
and see how he gets along.
	"Speaking of bedtime, it's pass yours, so head for 
bed. It will be up to you to get Jimmy into a diaper, if he 
won't do it for you, I will be in within the next hour then 
I will see if I can help." Bob gave his son a hug and kiss, 
patting his butt sending him off to bed.
	In a half an hour Paul tip toed into the boys room, 
finding them already asleep he quietly began picking up 
their scattered clothes then piled them on a chair. He 
returned to the living room carrying one damp diaper and 
one pair of wet underpants. "Looks like Gary was successful 
in convincing Jimmy. I found them in deep sleep laying on 
top the sheet wearing nothing but a heavy diaper. It is so 
warm tonight I think they will be OK."
	"I'll check on them again before I get into bed." Bob 
volunteered. "Is Jimmy a deep sleeper most of the night?" 
He asked.
	Paul told him that once Jimmy gets to sleep it is very 
hard to wake him up.
	"That is the behavior of a bed wetter, they sleep so 
deeply they just wet without waking up." Bob believed Paul 
needed to know that bit of information.
	Bob and Paul talked about many subjects while the time 
slipped away. Both men seem to enjoy each others company. 
Bob felt so comfortable with Paul he began telling him some 
of his childhood need for diapers.
	 Paul told him that he himself did not need diapers 
and could not remember wearing them. The more the two men 
talked the more they gave out personal information to each 
other. Then Paul yawned openly for the third time.
	"Our sleeping arrangements will be a bit cramped 
because this is only a small two-bedroom house. I will let 
Jamie sleep with me. The boys' room has two beds, one 
single and one double. Bob, you can either sleep in Jimmy's 
bed and let the boys sleep in the double or you can sleep 
out here in the living room on the couch."
	Bob decided he did not wish to sleep on the hard couch 
so he chose the single bed in the boys room.
	Paul warned him that Jamie's bed had a water proof 
mattress covering that may crinkle during the night. But 
Bob told him nothing could keep him awake once he got to 
sleep.
	"I think I better check on Jamie and see if he needs a 
change before I fall asleep." Paul said as he yawned for 
the fourth time. "I think I will just go on to bed myself, 
Good Night, Bob,"
	"Ya me too, good night." Bob stood up and stretched 
himself then headed for the boy's bedroom.

BED TIME -- Part 7

	Because this was such a remote farm house, no blinds 
were on the windows, which allowed the bright moonlight to 
shine directly on the two boys. Bob stood at the foot of 
the bed for a moment, feasting upon the two beautiful boys 
laying in front of him.
	Jimmy was on his belly with an arm draped around 
Gary's neck with his fingers teasing at the boy's hair. 
Gary was on his side facing his new friend with his hand 
resting on Jimmy's waist with his fingers just touching the 
top of the boy's diaper. At that moment Jimmy stirred then 
rolled onto his side placing his face directly on Gary's 
chest.
	Bob began to undress in front of them. He felt an 
excitement race through his body as each piece of clothing 
dropped to the floor. He was aware that if either boy woke 
up they would be able to see him clearly because of the 
light of the moon lit him up like a spotlight. Carefully 
pulling at the tabs, he let the diaper he had been wearing 
all day float to the floor, letting it lay where it was.
	Looking down at his own naked body, he wondered what 
the boys would think if they should wake up at that very 
moment. Shyly, Beebe pulled out a new diaper fastening he 
readied himself for bed.
	Bob was standing only in his diaper, again feasting 
his eyes upon the two little boys. Bob was imagining what 
it would be like to be a kid again sleeping over night with 
a friend just like he did years before. "What if I got in 
bed with the boys? What if I snuggled up between them?"
	This thought caused Bob considerable arousal. Going 
closer to the bed, Bob had to exercise much control to keep 
from reaching out and touching Jimmy's thigh just below his 
diaper.
	"So cute!" he thought to himself as he made his way 
back to his own little bed. Bob decided to lay on top the 
sheets as the boys did. Laying there with his arms under 
his head Mr. Beebe began to let the memory of that exciting 
night that happened so many years ago.
	Bob's thoughts returned to the night he stayed over 
night with his 11 year old friend. He grinned with a slight 
chuckle as the memory took him on a trip away from the 
present. How could he ever forget his chum, his very best 
friend of his school days? The deeper he went into this 
memory the easier it was for him to actually feel, smell 
all that went on in that dark room, he even could identify 
the smell of wet and dirty diapers. Bob gave a laugh out 
loud when thought how his friend and himself grunted and 
farted as they tried to see who could load their diaper 
first. He really had no chance because his friend had been 
saving up for this very contest. Bob felt a sadness as he 
wondered where his friend was now. Could it be he was also 
thinking of him this very moment? He hoped he was.
	Bob was about to fall asleep as he tried to visualize 
that night with his friend. Both of them were bedwetters 
and slept in diapers. It was a hot summer night much like 
it was this night. The two got wrestling in bed, making it 
bang the wall which, brought his mother to the door.
	"Quiet down in there, you kids find something else to 
do and stop that rumpus!" The boys looked at each other, 
"You wanta do it?" one asked. This was a game they played 
before. but this would be the first time in bed. The other 
answered, "Sure!"
	He has never forgotten what it felt like to be touched 
by the other boy that night. Bob contented himself with 
only the thought as he quietly sat on Jamie's bed.
	With the sleeping boys only a few inches away Bob sat 
quietly listening to their deep breathing.
	The thought of feeling Jimmy's thigh again invaded his 
mind as he leaned back on the bed. There was a time he 
would have crawled up with the boys. If he was only 10 
again. Bob began to remember the last time he slept with a 
friend.
	Bob shook his head in unbelief at his forbidden 
thought. He pulled a clean diaper out of his bag, slipped 
out of the one he had been wearing all day. Laying on his 
back letting the night air blow over his naked body, Bob 
began remembering that night when he snuggled up to his 11 
year old friend that summer night many years ago. He was 10 
his friend was 11 they were the best of buddies, did 
everything together.
	Finding another way to play that was much quieter, 
young Bob and his friend found the joy of touching. This 
lead from one thing to another leading to their fondling 
each other.
	Bob smiled at his fond memory as he relived each 
moment of that night. All too soon he was brought back the 
present by the sudden jolt that discharged his tensions. He 
cleaned himself up using the discarded diaper then re-
diapered himself, falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.

SATURDAY MORNING -- Part 8

	Paul and Bob were up early preparing breakfast. Paul 
checked on the boys, finding them still asleep, so he 
quietly closed their door. "Why don't we just let them stay 
in bed as long as they want," Paul said as he headed for 
Jamie in the master bedroom.
	"Want to give me a hand?" Paul called out to Bob 
Beebe.
	"Sure, I'll be glad to," Bob entered the room to find 
Jamie with his legs being held up as his daddy wiped up a 
glob of poop.
	"Why don't you go get me a couple warm, wet 
washcloths," Bob did as he was asked. "Also bring a few 
towels." Paul finished cleaning the boy while Bob wiped the 
diaper rash with ointment.
	Jamie had the cutest smile as he watched every move 
Bob made. He even giggled as Bob smeared a light coat of 
ointment under the child's testicles. Paul diapered him 
then carried him out into the kitchen. The two men tied the 
12 year old with a soft sash around his stomach to hold him 
in his special made high chair. Paul began to feed his big 
boy. Sitting in his chair, Jamie pulled at his nipples 
while looking around the room. "He is trying to find 
Jimmy." his daddy said as he lifted the baby spoon towards 
the child's mouth.
	"I was not able to get hold of our baby sitter, but 
Nancy's mother will drive her over in a few minutes then we 
can leave." Bob had no idea who Nancy was, but at least 
someone will be watching over the boys while they could 
check on the copiers again. Bob usually has his weekends 
off, but his dispatcher wanted him to work this time for as 
long as it takes. He was promised a day or two during next 
week off to replace his lost weekend. Besides, Bob would 
get time and a half on top of other benefits.
	Bob decided it would be best for Gary to remain with 
Jimmy and Jamie, besides they would have the time of their 
lives with the whole 3 or 4 acres to run in.
	About that time, dust began to blow on the lane 
leading to the house, signaling the arrival of Nancy.
	"Why don't you see if the boys are awake yet," Paul 
asked while he continued to clean up Jamie after feeding 
him. "We will have to go to the office soon as we can." 
Paul headed out to meet the car.
	Bob opened the door with a jerk, surprising the two 
boys who were sitting on their knees facing each other on 
the bed. Jimmy's diaper was on the floor, looking like it 
was well used for it's intended purposes. Gary looked like 
the cat that ate the canary.
	"We're not doing anything," he blurted out as he 
jumped away from Jimmy. Jimmy spoke up as in defense of his 
new friend. "He just took my diaper off..... he was going 
to help me put on a new one." All the time Jimmy was 
nodding his head up and down to confirm what he just said 
was true.
	What he said may well been the case, except for two 
little details-first, there was no new diaper anywhere 
nearby, second Jimmy had all the signs of .......well you 
figure it out.
	Bob chose to ignore what he surely knew was going on.
	"Gary, Mr. Norton and I must go to the office today 
and finish up that machine, we have the parts for it. We 
may need another day before we finish the others, depending 
on what we find."
	"Can I go, too?" Gary stepped to the floor, his diaper 
hung questionably low.
	"I'd rather you stay here and play with Jimmy, maybe 
you could help with Jamie, too."
	Both boys looked at each other excitedly yelling, 
"YES! YES!"
	"You really wanted to stay, didn't you?" Bob laughed. 
"I am glad you volunteered to come even when you wanted to 
stay, I am so proud of you, son!, Of course you can stay."
	"Oh, by the way, Nancy is here, she is going to sit 
with you boys."
	Gary looked puzzled, who was this Nancy? Why did they 
need a sitter? "Dad, I am 9 years old, I can stay by 
myself."
	"Nancy," Jimmy informed, "is a girl, she has taken 
care of us before."
	"Do you like her?" Gary asked.
	"Well, she is okay, I guess, she likes to boss us 
around a lot."
	"What you mean?" Gary was sure he did not want a girl 
around, especially one who wants to boss boys around.
	Bob had been helping Jimmy with a new diaper and was 
just about to get a hold of Gary to change his. When...
	"Oh no, Oh no!" Gary backed off as if he saw a ghost. 
He expressed fear like Bob never seen in him before. 
"What's wrong, Gary?" his dad asked.
	"I don't want any girl seeing me in a diaper."
	"Oh, don't be silly, Gary, surely she has seen boys in 
diapers before," his daddy tried to explain, "Paul tells me 
she takes real good care of Jamie, besides, Jimmy will be 
wearing them too."
	"Maybe she will even change us like she does Jamie!" 
Jimmy's eyes widened at the thought of having a girl 
powdering his body. "She kind of weird in a way, I mean she 
is, because she lets Jamie go without a diaper after she 
changes him, at least for a while.
	"Maybe she just likes to look at boys," Gary giggled.
	Gary did not want any girl see him in only a diaper. 
Now Jimmy was telling him she likes to look at naked boys. 
Just the idea of being seen by a girl only in a diaper is 
embarrassing enough. To be seen naked was especially 
disturbing for him.

THE SITTER --Part 9

	Nancy took one look at the two younger boys standing 
before her with only a T-shirt that just barely covered the 
white diapers below. Paul had just introduced the boys to 
Nancy. "Hi," she waved a hand in a girlish way. Her eyes 
took in the two boys from head to foot, resting in a stare 
at their diapers. She was dressed in a sleeveless flowery 
dress that fit tightly around her plump form. From her 
waist the dress flared out in tight neat pleats hanging 
about midway on her thighs. She wore little socks with some 
kind of a flower embroidered where the top folded over at 
the top. He black leather shoes with a small buckle neatly 
tucked into its latch.
	Gary noticed she was only a bit taller then himself. 
"I can handle her okay," he thought to himself. It made 
little difference if she was two years older then he. Gary 
looked her over as much as she did him. He noticed how much 
she resembled the girl that played with Dennis the Menace 
in the morning funnies. Her red hair was done up in a way 
that her hair stuck out both sides of her head and bounced 
as she walked. Even her glasses seem to make her look 
Dennis' girl.
	"You boys are so cute in your little white panties," 
she said almost in a sarcastic way. "I will have to keep my 
eyes on you babies! She continued her mocking. Jimmy had on 
a pair of dirty white socks that came up his leg half way 
to the knees with a worn-out pair of sneakers covering his 
feet. Gary was dressed the same way except for his sandals 
with red socks were not as high up the leg as Jimmy's.
	Nancy commanded the boy to stay in the front yard and 
not to leave. She sounded like an overly protective mother 
as she stomped into the house to check on Jamie who was 
playing in his large playpen.
	The two younger boys looked at each other, then busted 
into laughter.
	"She is bossy!" Gary confirmed his friend's statement.
	"Told you!" Jimmy "Your white panties are showing!" 
Jimmy mocked the girls comment about their diapers.
	"You're the Cute Baby!" Gary punched Jimmy's arm. 
"You're the baby, you're the baby." The boys repeated back 
and forth to each other as they chased one another around 
the yard.
	Meantime, Nancy was in the house gathering up all the 
diapers she found in the usual chest of drawers in Jamie's 
room. She only found three. "There's gotta be more," she 
reasoned out, this is not enough to last the day for three 
boys.
	Search as she would, Nancy could not find but three 
diapers. She did find the empty bag of youth diapers that 
Gary brought in with him, but no more. "Well, those nasty, 
dirty boys will just have to keep them on longer." Nancy 
seemed to relish this mistreatment of boys. "When we run 
out they will just have to go naked," a silly grin crossed 
her face, causing her glasses to bounce on her pug nose.
	Returning to Jamie, she laid him out on the floor and 
undid his wet and dirty diaper. "You messy boy, you really 
messy boy, when are you going to learn to use the potty?" 
She sounded angered, but she was rather excited as she 
pulled the diaper away from his brown-stained tuff.
	All Jamie could do was spread his legs in cooperation, 
allowing this little girl to clean him up. He just looked 
at her and giggled.
	After Nancy got Jamie cleaned up and started to pull 
the diaper in place, she noticed Jamie was giving her a 
firm salute with his tiny penis. This seemed to fascinate 
her curiosity, so instead of finishing diapering the boy 
she allowed him to remain a few more minutes. She took this 
time to put more powder and rub it in with her hands. Jamie 
closed his eyes, tilted his head back and held his breath 
until she was done.
	"You really like it when I change your diaper, don't 
you?" Nancy took more time with the tabs, making sure they 
fit very tight. She looked around to see if the other boys 
were around when she saw them swinging in the tire swing. 
She returned to Jamie, who was trying to say something to 
her. She bent over him, kissing him on the belly button 
while lightly licking into the indent. Jamie was clean and 
dry and back safely inside his playpen. Nancy still wanted 
to find more diapers, but with no luck.
	The boys came into the house to get a glass of cold 
water. Nancy was sitting on the sofa reading a book she had 
brought over with her. Dropping her book, she stood up, 
placing both hands on her hips and asked, "What you babies 
want, you should stay outside where boy's belong." She 
seemed to be overdoing this mother's thing. The two boys 
ignored her commands and walked directly into the kitchen, 
pouring a glass of cold water kept in the refrigerator. 
Nancy followed with a scornful eye, grabbing a towel to 
wipe up anything they spilled.
	Gary started to walk toward the bathroom when he was 
suddenly stopped by a provoked female, demanding he leave 
the house this very second.
	"I just have to go to the bathroom!" He explained
	"Baby boys don't have to go to the bathroom," she 
informed the startled boy.
	Jimmy was watching this activity from the kitchen 
table.
	"She wants us to poop so she can change us," Jimmy 
informed his friend.
	"But I have to pee," Gary explained.
	"Do it in your diaper, that is what they are for, 
silly boy!" Nancy had a pleased look on her face, she 
seemed to enjoy sitting with her babies.
	The wait was too much for Gary and he could argue no 
more. He stood before the watchful girl and his friend, 
closed his eyes, cringed his mouth then felt the warmth of 
fresh pee filling his diaper, moving back and up into his 
butt. Nancy looked more pleased then ever as she watched 
the green line turn deep blue.
	"I was trying to make this diaper last longer because 
I am ran out and forgot to tell daddy that I needed more." 
Gary was wondering what was going to happen next, but he 
did not have to wait very long.
	Nancy told him that bad babies that pee their pants 
have to wear them. She gave him two choices, he could 
either wear the wet diaper or take them off. "If you choose 
to take it off you will have to play outside until your 
daddy comes home because we don't want pee or poop on the 
floor."
	Gary looked over at the table towards Jimmy, who had a 
worried look on his face. Gary knew his friend's diaper was 
soaked, a little bead of pee trickled on to the chair. Gary 
knew his friend must have really lost his bladder that 
time.
	The boys found themselves back outside once again.
	Nancy continued her search for more diapers. She knew 
that Jamie would soon need changing once more, and unless 
she found something there was going to a big problem.
	Meantime, the boys began to plot a way to get even 
with this overbearing girl. Both boys sat on the front 
porch steps with their heads in their hands. Suddenly Jimmy 
had an idea.
	"Lets poop our diapers like Jamie does, that way she 
will have to change us."
	"That's a good idea, only I gotta tell you 
something........" Gary leaned over towards his buddy.
	"What?" Jimmy asked.
	"Well, when we got these diapers this morning I used 
the last one, I don't have any more." Gary seemed a bit 
worried.
	"That's okay, we can use a couple of Jamie's." Jimmy 
said with confidence.
	"I don't think so, I overheard your dad say they need 
to buy some more." Gary forgot to tell his dad to get him 
some more...... Then the thought came to Gary that maybe 
his dad had some adult size ones in his bag. The boys ran 
back into the house. Slamming the door to the bedroom, they 
rushed to Bob's overnight bag. Empty, not even the bag they 
came in. The two disappointed boys walked into the living 
room where Nancy had just fastened the tabs on Jamie. She 
had to wrap it almost around double because she used a 
ADULT diaper.
	"Where did you get those?" Gary demanded.
	"I found them in a bag on Jamie's bed," the girl 
proudly showed him one more. "These are for Jamie, not for 
you babies." Nancy sat on the last clean diaper.
	"No! those were my dad's, you can't use them; they 
belong to daddy"
	"Not anymore," Nancy smirked at the boys. "They are 
Jamie's now and you can't have them, so there."
	"We can't pee any more and we can't poop even if we 
wanted to. Our diapers are soaked we need a change." Both 
boys realized they were in trouble because the very next 
time they messed their diapers it would mean leaks would be 
most likely.
	Nancy overheard them talking about their problem, 
"Well babies, you could always take them off and play 
outside!" Neither boy liked the sound of her voice, it 
seemed to them she was making life about as impossible and 
difficult as she could.
	The boys reasoned that they could just put their 
shorts on with wearing any undergarments. Why hadn't either 
of them thought of that before? They did not know.
	"I got it!" Gary lit up like a searchlight, "we could 
wear your underpants, I saw them in you bedroom chest of 
drawers."
	 "But they won't help keep much, we would leak, they 
are too thin," Jimmy pointed out.
	"You could always put on several, you could put on a 
lot," Nancy called out after overhearing the boys.
	"Ya, I bet that would work, it would be like having on 
a diaper again." Gary really did not want to wear thin 
underpants after he got use thick diapers.
	"You boys are so stupid," Nancy mocked them with her 
words. "I knew all along that is what you could do."
	"How did you know? Do you wear your panties that way? 
Jimmy scoffed back at her.
	"Of course not, big girls don't need a baby diaper 
like boys do," she remarked.
	"Do too!" Jimmy began to push his own style of 
sarcasm. "Do too, I bet you wear them that way right now."
	"Don't either!" the girl wanted the last word.
	The argument continued until Gary forced the issue 
with, "Prove it, show us!"
	"Ya, show us then we may believe you", Jimmy repeated.
	Nancy was getting more frustrated by the moment. She 
stood before them raising her short skirt exposing her 
flower printed white underpants.
	"See? I only need one, but boys need a lot because 
they make dirty in their pants."
	Although the boys did not win the argument, they did 
feel they and won a victory they got Nancy to show her 
panties. Gary was not sure he was interested in girls or 
not, however, this girl could set him back for a few more 
years. If this was what girls were like, he wanted nothing 
to do with them. However, a sudden surge of excitement 
flowed over him when I watched her lift her skirt.
	"How do you know that all boys poop their pants?" 
Jimmy questioned.
	"I just know!" Nancy said with a bit of high and 
mighty in her voice. "I just know".
	"You don't either," Jimmy threw back at her.
	"Do too!" Nancy yelled back.
	Gary could see this was going to be another argument, 
so he stepped into the battle of words with a few of his 
own.
	"You're not even 12 years old yet, how can you know so 
much about boys?" Gary was getting upset with this 
detestable girl.
	"I have two brothers, and they are always pooping in 
their pants, so there." The boys also leaned that not only 
did Nancy's younger brothers needed diapers, but also 
learned that they'd worn several pairs the same time to 
give added protection.
	"Come on, Gary" Jimmy lead the other by the hand 
taking him out the back door. Nancy went back to attend to 
Jamie. "Why you bring me out here?" Gary demanded of Jimmy.
	"Because, I know where a lot of underpants are."
	"You do?"
	"Yes come on," answered Jimmy as he lead on towards 
the garage.
	"Mom collects used clothing for the Church Mission 
Society. He stores them in sacks out here." Jimmy began to 
pull old boxes away from the wall so he could open them. 
Finally, the boys found a large plastic sack that was 
stuffed with clean, but used boys' and men's white briefs 
of all sizes."

A DIFFERENT KIND OF DIAPER -- Part 10

	The boys stripped out of their wet diapers, each 
taking one of the underpants to wipe themselves dry. Going 
through the sack of shorts, they sorted out several 
different sizes. Starting with the smallest to make a tight 
fit, they each began to pile one pair over the other, 
making ever other one size larger until they had on at 
least 10 pairs.
	Gary was beginning to see the purpose of so many 
briefs. He noticed the tightness around his waist felt very 
much like a diaper. He was sure it even felt better because 
of the elastic waist bands that locked against his young 
body.
	He also felt a strange sensation about wearing 
underpants that someone else had worn before he. The sizes 
the boys wore ranged from a size 10 boys to that of a 36 
man's. It gave him a funny feeling to know he was wearing 
10 other boys and men's underpants. He wondered who they 
were and what they were like.
	About that time Jimmy made a statement that covered it 
all, "I wonder how many of these shorts got pooped in."
	"Ya!" Gary agreed.
	The boys didn't even bother to put their T-shirts back 
on, but rather went outside the garage wearing only their 
multiple white underpants. What a sight they made! They 
looked like they had on a very thick well-fitted diaper 
that fitted far up their backsides. In front the last 
banded brief fitted just a finger thickness from their 
belly buttons. These, along with their socks and little 
shoes gave them the big baby look. Once outside both boys 
looked each other over from head to foot.
	Gary got that strange feeling again when he looked 
Jimmy over. The contrast between the white pants with the 
dark suntan of his legs below and his belly above gave Gary 
a tingle he loved so much. He thought his little friend was 
adorable.
	Jimmy realized Gary was staring at him.
	"What?" he asked as he ducked his head to see what was 
so fascinating. Gary remained almost speechless.
	"I am glad you are my friend, I like you a lot!" Gary 
wanted to tell him more but thought he ought not because it 
may sound too mushy. But Gary's facial expression was 
betraying his inter love he had for his friend.
	"I like you too, I am so glad you came to stay with 
us....." Jimmy wanted to say more, but he also felt a 
restraint in letting his friend know just how he really 
felt.
	While the two stood admiring each other, Nancy had 
been wondering what these boys were up to. She spotted them 
in the back yard. Thinking she must go and scold them just 
to keep them in line she headed their way. When she was 
within a few feet of them she suddenly stopped. Her mouth 
opened as if in shock. Her eyes opened wide, the glasses 
made them look bigger then they really were. She began to 
pick at her skirt pushing slightly inward, the toes of her 
feet seem to point toward each other.
	"I just. .....I just...." Nancy was not able to talk 
she made no sense as she tried to form the words. It took 
what seemed forever before she was able to tell the boys, 
"I just put Jamie down for his nap."
	When she got the words out of her mouth she blabbed, 
"I like you guys in those diaper pants." Maybe for the 
first time in her entire life she began to feel the rush of 
her female nature.
	The boys were shocked at her soft and gentle voice, 
this was just not like her, for once she sounded almost 
likable. Gary recognized what he thought was the meaning of 
her hand poking at herself. He asked, "Nancy has to go 
pee."
	Jimmy also picked up on this obvious conclusion, "Why 
don't you just pee, that is what you make us do."
	"I don't have to pee!" she shouted in her old 
sarcastic way, "I.... never mind, you babies wouldn't 
understand." She turned to walk towards the house but took 
one last look over her shoulder.
	The boys stood there in wonderment as a light warm 
wind swirled around their near naked bodies. It was Jimmy 
that first spoke, "She really had to go potty bad, didn't 
she?"
	"I don't think so..... I think it was something else." 
A fleeting thought was going though Gary's mind, maybe she 
was feeling something like he felt when he looked at Jimmy, 
that funny tingling that don't go away very easily.
	"What else could it be, Gary?" The boy knew that he 
grabbed himself like that, to hold the pee from squirting 
out sometimes.
	"Come and I will tell you," Gary took Jimmy by the 
hand as they ran out into the field next to just out of 
sight of the house.
	Reaching a dry ditch, the boys hid themselves from any 
prying eyes. Jimmy could stand upon his tiptoes just to see 
ground level. Looking back towards the house, he announced, 
"She went into the house, nobody is around."
	"Now tell me.... what's happening?" Jimmy seemed 
impatient to find out what was so secretive that Gary had 
to bring him out here.
	Gary leaned himself closer to his little friend, 
actually touching much of their bare stomachs together. 
Placing his arms on each side of Jimmy's head leaning 
against the wall of the ditch for support, Gary began 
talking.
	"Remember what we were doing this morning when daddy 
scared us by opening the door real fast?"
	Jimmy giggled, "Ya, he almost caught us." Jimmy had an 
afterthought, "You don't think he knew what was happening, 
do you?"
	"I'm not sure, I think he did, but he understands 
boys. He did not say anything about it, did he?"
	Jimmy giggled again. "Jamie and I do that some times," 
adding, "he likes it." "What has that to do with Nancy?"
	"Remember how we felt, remember the tingling down 
there?" Gary patted Jimmy on the front of his diaper pants.
	"Ya... OK... it tickled."
	"That's the point, once it tickled really good we had 
to touch ourselves."
	"Ya!" Jimmy was trying to understand Gary's point.
	"I think when Nancy saw us in these diaper pants she 
felt something like that, too."
	Jimmy's eyes widened. "Oh, Ya maybe" He thought a bit 
then added, "But girls don't have a thing like boys do, how 
could she feel that?"
	"I don't know for sure, but I think they feel 
something sometimes." Girls were a mystery to Gary and he 
was just now trying to figure it all out.
	"Why does she have to be so bossy all the time?" Jimmy 
questioned.
	"I don't know... I don't like it either." Gary went 
into deep thought.
	For a few minutes the boys rubbed up against each 
other, letting their bare bellies rub up against each 
other. Both boys could feel the extra tightness inside 
their diaper pants. Gary wasn't sure if Jimmy was feeling 
the same thing, but when Jimmy whispered, "Why does this 
feel so good?" as he wiggled his stomach closer to his 
friend. Gary then knew, lowering his head to match his 
friends, both boys kissed lightly over the lips.
	"I saw Nancy playing with Jamie one time!" Jimmy 
reported just as Gary pulled back, licking his over his 
lips.
	"What were they doing?" He asked.
	"I'm not sure, but it looked a lot like what we are 
doing. Jamie had his diaper off that I know. But I could 
not see too well. I think she was doing something with 
him." "Really!" Gary questioned the boy more about this 
strange activity.
	"I got an idea. How would you like some fun?" Gary 
asked the boy.
	"Sure, what?" Jimmy and Gary were now side by side, 
leaning with their backs against the wall of the ditch.
	"Suppose we poop our diaper pants and got them really 
soaked, I mean we really mess them up." Gary was 
interrupted by Jimmy.
	"Ya, then she would have to change us, but wouldn't 
she be mad at us?"
	"No, I don't think so, I think she wants to change 
us."
	"Uh, really?" Jimmy was not too sure about all this 
yet.
	"Sure, she likes to change Jamie, she even checks on 
him when he is not dirty or even wet. She must have gotten 
a feeling when she saw us in only a diaper, did you see how 
she went back to the house.... probably to check Jamie out 
again. I really think she wants to do it." Gary explained.
	"Are you willing to try it?" Gary added.
	"Let's do it," Jimmy already was beginning to bear 
down, letting a fart rip into the afternoon air.
	The boys ran back toward the house, getting a big 
glass of orange juice. They noticed Nancy had her eye on 
them.
	It was sooner then expected when Jimmy began to fill 
what little space was left in his diaper. Both boys showed 
a slow dribble run forming just below their diapers. 
Jimmy's face was reddening as he forced more liquid, bring 
on a soft sound of a long fart.
	Nancy gave her first sign of approval, "You babies 
look like you are about to poop."
	Jimmy was sitting on his haunches, leaning slightly 
forward with his arms wrapped around his knees. His legs 
were slightly spread apart. Both Gary and Nancy watched as 
Jimmy's face showed more signs of straining. Grunting for 
all his might, more wetness seeped around his crouch now 
mixed with a light brown color.
	The sight of watching Jimmy poop in his pants gave 
Gary encouragement in starting his own bowels to move. 
Dropping to the floor in the same matter as Jimmy, Gary let 
off with a short fart then a sigh of relief. This pooping 
was brand new to Gary, and he was not too sure he'd like 
doing it. But in a moment the warm, new, fill and the 
relief given brought back primitive responses. Gary could 
feel the strain on the multiple underpants as they tried to 
expand with the load of poop.
	Nancy was watching with enthusiasm ,having made each 
boy lie on Jamie's changing pad. There, she commenced to 
pull one layer at a time off each boy until she got to last 
pair.
	"Messy, dirty boys," she commented.
	Gary was anticipating having this girl pull off his 
diaper pants. He had mixed feelings about it all. One part 
of him wanted her to see him naked. The other part of him 
seemed too embarrassed to let her undress him. With his 
eyes slightly closed he knew she was about expose him to 
the world.
	He sensed anticipation just as his last dirty 
underpants slipped down and off the end of his feet. 
Everything seem to go into slow motion as the over anxious 
baby-sitter reached into the bucket of warm water sitting 
nearby. The moment she placed the warm rag over his 
genitals, Gary knew he had lost control and had allowed 
nature to do it's job.
	"Oh no! she's going to know!" Gary thought out loud.
	"Know what, little baby?" Nancy pulled the wash rag 
away to rinse the new poop out. "I all ready know..... And 
I made you do it. All little boys do it when I wash them."
	Gary didn't know just what to think about this new 
experience. Only his mommy and daddy ever washed him like 
that. He knew there was no other choice but to lie still 
and let her finish cleaning him up.
	When Nancy wiped the last mess clinging around his 
frontal parts she had him turn over on his belly. She 
rinsed the rag once more squeezing out what she could she 
returned to wipe his butt.
	Gary started to get up on his knees but was forced 
down as Nancy ran the rag up and down the crack. He relaxed 
by laying his head on his arm, slightly turning to see what 
she was going to do.
	"Stay put, I am not done yet!" Nancy commanded in her 
usual way. Just then she wrapped the wet wash rag around 
her forefinger and commenced to ream around his pooper 
hole. Gary was not sure he liked it and was about to tell 
her so, when suddenly she pushed it in to wipe the last 
brown lump.
	"OH! Stop, that hurt," Gary came clear up off the 
floor in one jump.
	"Owie!" he yelled as he grab at his butt trying to 
soothe himself from pain induced by the wash rag.
	Gary was more then a little indigent from the laughter 
of his friend and baby sitter. He sat down in the soft 
chair, watching Jimmy get his turn.
	Once Nancy had completed her changing of the boys, she 
began cleaning up the mess, taking the dirty diapers into a 
pail of clean water to be washed later. The two naked boys 
sat next to each other in the same chair with wonderment of 
what was coming next. Did their little *joke* played on 
Nancy backfire? Maybe it had, maybe it didn't.
	"What are we going to put on now," Jimmy asked with a 
bewildered look on his face.
	"I'll tell you what you're going to do and you will do 
it when I tell you can do it," Nancy was making the two 
boys squirm just a while longer.
	"Our Daddies will be here very soon," Jimmy warned.
	Jamie just woke up from his short nap and was fussing 
to get the sitter's attention. Nancy laid the older boy out 
on the mat for his next changing.
	"Yes, your daddy will be here anytime now. So why 
don't you go out to the garage and see if you can find some 
more boy's underpants?"
	Both boy's seemed relieved they were able to leave the 
room. Once outside the naked boys hopped and skipped all 
the way to the garage.