Diaper Me! By Coodie e-mail [email protected] http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Park/7198 ==IMPORTANT====IMPORTANT====IMPORTANT====IMPORTANT== Disclaimer: This article is a work of fiction. No characters in this story are related to any persons living or dead. This story contains infantilism and regression. Although minors are used, this story does not contain child pornography. This story may be distributed freely, but may not be sold or published unless the author has given written consent. ==IMPORTANT====IMPORTANT====IMPORTANT====IMPORTANT== Again the thunder roared. However it was not the thunder that woke up 14 year old John Marshall. It was the wet bed. His third that week. Oblivious to the storm raging outside, John removed the wet sheets and protective plastic covering from his bed. He took off his sodden pajamas and fetched a dry blanket. He quickly fell asleep again. In the morning John awoke to the sun shining on his face through his open curtains. He stepped over the pile of wet linen on the floor and turned on the shower in his en- suite bathroom. He had a quick five minute shower and washed away all traces of the previous nights accident. He left the shower feeling refreshed and ready for school. He got dressed, had a quick breakfast, and by 8:00 he was on the school bus. School for John was uneventful. He was an all right student. He managed to get a few A's, but he never really applied himself. At least that's what his teachers wrote on his report card. When John arrived home, his mother was waiting for him in the lounge. This was unusual as she usually worked during the day. "John I need to talk to you" "About what ?" "Just wait for me up in your room, and I'll be up in a sec.." John was a bit worried now, but he went up to his room without further argument. When John entered the room, the first thing he noticed was a package on his bed. It was blue and plastic. On closer inspection, it was....a package of diapers...youth sized diapers to be precise. John new why they were there, to control his bedwetting, but there was no way he was going to wear one of those he thought to himself. He was not a baby. Johns mother entered the room. "John, do you know why those are there ?" "Uh huh, but I'm not gonna wear them !" "Why not ? Do you like waking up in a wet bed every morning ?" "No but I'd prefer it to wearing diapers. I'm not a little baby. I'm sure I'll stop wetting !" "Well its up to you. I'll leave them here just in case you change your mind, but one more wet bed, and there's no more arguments, its straight back into diapers. I don't care how old you are." With that John's mother left the room leaving the package of diapers and her worried son behind her. That night John limited his fluid intake, and he went to the bathroom about a dozen times before he went to bed. For the first time in a week, he woke up in a dry bed. He did not wet the bed again that week and continued to stay dry. The diapers remained unused on shelf as a constant reminder. The rest of the school term passed on uneventfully. John managed to obtain a reasonable pass at the end of the term and he looked forward to the Christmas holidays. A few days before school broke up, Johns mother received a phone call. It was from her sister who lived in England. She had moved there when she had got married. Her son, Dale, Johns cousin, was visiting the states and she wanted to know if it was all right for him to stay with them for a while. "Of course, that'll be great," said Mrs. Marshall. Dale arrived 10 days later. John and his family met Dale at the airport. Although Dale was only 12, John quickly took a liking to his cousin. A spare bed was set up in Johns room and Dale quickly became part of the family. As the rain continued unabated, John and Dale were stuck in doors for the majority if the time. The two boys were playing monopoly in their room, when for the first time Dale noticed the unopened packet of diapers on the shelf. "What are those for ?" he inquired. "Uhh...nothing.." replied John, uninterested. Dale stood up and fetched the package from the shelf. "Cool" John grunted a reply and continued to study the game. Dale returned to his seat with the package on his lap and studied the instructions. "Your turn," said John. "Can I try one on ?" "WHAT !" shouted John "Pleeeease," begged Dale, tilting his head and staring at John with wide eyes. John considered the strange request. It could be quite fun he thought. Maybe he would take a picture. He could always use that to blackmail Dale later. "OK - I suppose if you really want to." Dale let out a whoop of joy and dived onto the bed and lay on his back. "Now what ?" inquired John. "You gotta put it on me - like a real baby." John shrugged and picked up the bag of diapers. He ripped the plastic open. The smell of plastic and baby powder wafted through the room. John opened the diaper up and laid it on the bed next to Dale. He didn't know what to do next. He decided to remove Dales shoes first. That was easy enough. When they were off, he moved up to his shirt. He pulled the shirt up under his arms. Next came the pants. This was a bit more difficult. He fumbled with the buttons on Dale's jeans, but finally got them open. John managed to pull the jeans off. That was when John got a real shock. Dale wasn't wearing any underwear. He just grinned sheepishly and looked to the side. Dale lifted his legs in the air and grabbed his toes, raising his but in the air. John knew what to do next. He grabbed the diaper and slid it under Dales raised butt. Dale let go of his toes and his legs came down. John almost choked. Although Dale's dick was quite small and devoid of any hair, it was standing fully erect. John started to feel his own dick pushing against his pants. He was starting to get aroused staring at his naked cousin. He took hold of the diaper and pulled it up between Dales legs. His brushed against Dale's leg, sending shivers through his body. He quickly taped up the diaper. He gave Dale a pet on his thigh to tell him that he was finished and Dale stood up. He walked over to the mirror and admired his reflection. John had to admit, he looked quite cute standing there in just his diaper and T-shirt. It was supper time and Johns mother called the boys down to eat. Dale wanted to keep the diaper on, but didn't want to go downstairs where everyone could see him. John agreed to go down and fetch their dinner so that they could eat in the bedroom. Dale and John ate on the bed. After Dale had drunk his third glass of Coke he lent back and open his legs. The front of his diaper started turning yellow. John couldn't believe it. He was peeing in the diaper. Then in his most babyish voice, Dale asked to be changed, and promptly stuck his thumb in his mouth, which he started to suck. This time John was much more keen. Although his was only 14, Dale was much lighter than him and he managed to pick him up and carry him to the other bed. He laid him down on his back and went to get some supplies. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel which he wet with some warm water. He also grabbed some baby powder, which his sister used to powder her swimming cap. When he returned to his room, Dale was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. John got straight to work. He unbuttoned Dale's shirt and removed it. He did the same to his shoes, socks and pants. There were no underpants this time, just a very sodden diaper. John could already see a small bulge in Dale's diaper. He put his hand on the crotch of Dale's diaper and pushed down gently. He could feel Dale's young erection beneath the layers of plastic. Dale moaned gently with pleasure. John found himself getting an erection. He undid the tapes of the diaper, 6 in all, and pealed back the sodden garment. He lifted Dale's legs and pulled the diaper out from underneath him, and rolled it up. He took the warm damp cloth and proceeded to wipe Dale's diaper area, removing all traces of urine. When he was finished he grabbed the powder. He was just about to apply the powder, when he put the bottle back on the bed. Instead he placed his finger on Dale's balls and slowly moved them up to the tip of his dick. He sat on the bed next to the younger boy and then lifted him onto his lap. "And now ?" asked Dale. "Wait and see," replied John Dale giggled and leaned back into John. John could feel his erection growing and pushing against Dale's back. "Stop poking me in the back !" Dale said halfheartedly. John took hold of Dales erect dick with his two fingers and slowly started to stroke it, back and forth. Dale's naked body pushed back against John in response. He placed his hand on Johns leg and his grip increase with every stroke. As he climaxed his whole body tensed and he let out a slight moan. "Were going to have to do that again," said Dale very casually.