Diapered Days - the Story of Mikey

This is a multi-part collection of stories written by myself, 
revolving around the diapered days of Mikey, a fictional character 
based on my life. This story written by Baby Bliss (pseudonym)

Part One -- "Nappy Birthday"

	The idea of diapers had drifted in an out of Mikey's mind 
ever since he saw an advertisement on TV. He had been wondering 
what they would feel like while shopping with his mother one day 
when they walked into the chemist. And there they were - diapers 
of all makes on the counter at the front of the shop. Mikey shot a 
glance at the diapers, but didn't want his mom to know about his 
secret desire. With the diapers still on his mind, he followed her 
into the shop...
	Two weeks later, Mikey was talking with his 16 year old 
sister. She was asking him about what he wanted for his 11th 
birthday. Mikey's eyes made contact with hers, and for just a 
moment, Sharon knew. The thought left her mind and she asked 
again. "What is it that I can get you for your birthday?" Mikey 
indicated for her to be quiet and beckoned with his finger for her 
to approach him. He quietly shut his bedroom door.
	The big day came. 14 October, 2001. Sharon quietly knocked on 
her brother's door at 05:30. She opened it just a crack and 
entered the dark room, pausing to allow her eyes time to adjust 
from the glare of the kitchen down the passage. "Mikey? Mikey? 
Happy birthday."
	Mikey rolled over, jumped out of bed and switched his light 
on all in one movement. "Sharon." He paused before looking at his 
sister. Sharon shut the door.
	Mikey carefully removed the teddy bear birthday paper that 
was around his present. He glared at the orange packing around the 
diapers. A thin smile spread across his face. His sister was 
delighted that she had been able to contribute in a small way to 
his happiness. "Do you want me to help you?"
	Mikey lay down on the bed as his sister fastened the last of 
the straps. No more toilets! Not for a while, anyway. Mikey pulled 
on his school uniform over his diaper. It felt so good. Then he 
realized that his parents didn't know. "What about mom and dad?" 
Sharon was calm. "Don't worry. They know. And they're cool with 
it." Mikey let out a yelp of delight before realizing that he was 
bursting. In traditional baby style, he watched as the front of 
his diaper changed to a pale yellow. He squirmed with glee, 
feeling the wet diaper as the urine trickled down his leg and 
accumulated underneath him. When he was finished, he lay down on 
his back and lifted his legs up. "Sharon. Please change me."
	That day at school, Sharon replaced a soggy diaper twice 
(during recess). "I love you, Mikey. This is our secret. And I'll 
do it for you as long as you want me to." Mikey had a vision of 
calendars up to the year 2050...

Part Two -- "Never Alone"

	Mikey woke up. Something felt kind of funny. Something damp. 
Something warm. He rolled over. A crinkling sound as something 
plastic moved. A thought wandered into his mind, but was dismissed 
within a few seconds. Then it came again: Sharon. I need Sharon's 
help with something. But Mikey did not know what he needed 
Sharon's help with.
	He switched his bedside light on. His eyes struggled to get 
accustomed to the light. He sat up in bed blinking in the glare. 
There was that crinkling sound again. It came from somewhere 
beneath the covers, he was sure. Carefully, he pulled back the 
sheets. A thin smile spread across his face.
	He was wet. Wet as a chappy with a pee in his nappy. Wet as a 
sniper with a hose in his diaper. Wet as a seal with a diapered 
ordeal. Sharon, please come soon. I need you to bath and change 
me, he thought. Mikey lay wet for about half an hour, but he 
didn't mind. It still felt cool. But then he felt that he needed 
to go. A knock on the door. Not loud. Just a tap.
	Sharon smiled as she said good morning to her brother. "How 
was your birthday yesterday? Did you enjoy it?" Mikey smiled and 
nodded his head. Sharon pulled back the duvet. "Good boy," she 
said. "Very disciplined." Mikey did not know the full meaning of 
that word. Disciplined. But he thought that he liked it.
	No sooner was he diapered than he wet himself again. Sharon 
was shocked. "Why didn't you tell me not to bath you until... ? 
Oh, yes. Babies can't talk yet." Mikey made a sweeping motion with 
his hand, indicating for her not to change him.
	He went to school like that, and came back doubly wet. You 
see, about an hour before the school bell rang, he wet himself 
again, without the knowledge of anyone else. Mikey showed his 
sister a birthday invitation that he had been given that day. 
Samuel was having a fancy dress. And it was perfect. "I can go as 
a baby. Everyone will think it's cute." In fact, he wanted to do 
the same for his birthday party in two weeks time. Saturday came. 
Mikey showed up at Samuel's house wearing just a diaper. Everyone 
stared in disbelief. "That's a brave, fancy dress costume." 
Sometime during the afternoon, Samuel was alone with Mikey. 
"Mikey, tell me something. Are you just pretending or are you like 
me?" And Mikey was overjoyed. His best friend liked diapers, too. 
"How many more of us are there, Sam?"
	Sam lead the way. Leaving the rest of his friends behind for 
a moment, he and Mikey went upstairs to the bedroom. Samuel opened 
the cupboard. "What kind of diapers do you use, Mikey? Can I trade 
with you and try them? My sister says these are the best." "Your 
sister changes you, too?" "Wouldn't have it any other way. It's 
nice to feel that there's someone there for you. Shh... the rest 
of my friends don't know."
	The two of them rejoined the party and a gorilla ran up to 
Mikey. "Come play, hopscotch." Without waiting for an answer, the 
furry hand grabbed Mikey's and pulled him along...
	Lucy was pretty, he thought. Was it that she didn't mind him 
wearing diapers, or perhaps that she just didn't care if he did. 
His mind wandered. If I still know you when I am older, if you're 
my girlfriend, will you? But he discontinued that thought.
	That night, Mikey went to bed knowing that if his best friend 
knew, then half the struggle was won. He still didn't feel 
comfortable sharing it with the whole world.

Part Three - "My Favourite Game"

	Mikey was very excited, so excited that he couldn't help that 
little bit of pee escaping his body. But that didn't matter. He 
was going to a sleep over with four other diapered friends - and 
they were going to play their favourite game, a game that Mikey 
had thought of one day while they were having a diaper meeting in 
Bobby's treehouse.
	They used the treehouse for socials and sleepovers as well - 
it was a HUGE treehouse that had been possible thanks to the 
MASSIVE proportions of the oak tree in Bobby's back garden. What 
made the idea of the sleep over even more exciting was the fact 
that the club was getting a new member. Bobby's little brother 
Warren was to join them for the first time. Mikey loved the 
initiations into the club, because they always ended with 
laughing. As the evening approached, the boys got ready to have 
their meeting. They also undertook to prepare for their social.
	Bobby wheeled the wheelbarrow carrying the large 20kg water 
container towards the tree and carefully slid it on to the lift. 
Then he climbed up the ladder to the treehouse to help Mikey raise 
the lift. Mikey turned to Bobby when this was done.
	"Have you got the ice?"
	"No, but it looks like he has," he said, pointing
towards Warren, who was running towards the treehouse.
	"You forgot this!" he shouted, obviously very excited
about his first meeting in the club. Mikey turned to Bobby.
	"Does he have any idea what he's in for?" he smiled.
	The reply came. "None." And they both laughed.
	It was a custom for everyone to partake in the club's 
initiation ceremony, so as to make the newcomer feel welcome.
	"Have you got your diaper on, Warren?" asked big brother. A 
nod. "Good!"
	Half an hour later, all the club members arrived, each in 
their diapers. Bobby was chairman of the club and it was his job 
to officially welcome his brother. It took about twenty minutes 
for all club business to be discussed.
	"And now..." A drum roll was imitated as everyone banged the 
wooden floor again and again. "The party! But first," Bobby turned 
to Warren. "Warren, you have to be initiated. As is our custom, we 
will all take part so you do not feel uncomfortable. We play 
paper, rock, scissors. The loser of each round drinks a glass of 
ice water. Warren shrugged. Didn't seem too bad. But the wind was 
blowing a gale into the treehouse.
	Bobby saw to it that Warren hadn't wet his diaper all
that afternoon, so he was just about ready to go. Warren looked 
about suspiciously as he lost the fifth game in a row. Was this 
rigged? As he downed his fifth glass of ice water, he let go. He 
couldn't hold it in anymore. He finished the glass and looked 
down. Warmth had caused that. Warmth and a slightly wet butt. The 
front of his diaper had turned a gleaming yellow and everyone in 
the treehouse smiled.
	"Welcome, Warren. You are now a full member, entitled to all 
privileges." Bobby gave his brother such a big hug that Warren 
thought he was a teddy bear.

Part Four

	Mikey's mom knocked on his bedroom door. Mikey was standing 
by the window looking out at the rain. He was bursting, but he 
didn't notice it anymore. When he heard the knock on the door, he 
turned around. There was a warm smile on his mother's face. "What 
are you thinking about, dear?" she asked, gesturing for him to 
come across to the other side of the room and take the mug of hot 
chocolate from her. Mikey stepped over towards her, took the mug 
and then looked back out the window at the rain.
	"Mikey?" said his mom. "You haven't answered my question." 
Mikey turned around to face his mother and his mom smiled. "Good 
boy," she said, noticing the slight yellowing in the front of his 
diaper. Mikey looked confused though, until he asked what he had 
done right. "You're using your diapers properly. I'm proud of 
you."
	Mikey was stunned. He had become so accustomed to wearing 
diapers that he sometimes did not even feel the need to go to the 
toilet, let alone feel the warm pee running down his left leg and 
accumulating in the stimulating region under his crotch. Soon he 
smiled though, letting a steady stream of urine escape his body 
and fill his diaper. He had no problem doing this in front of 
family; in fact, if he was going to get praised for it, he would 
do it more and more.
	Just then, Sharon's voice was heard down the passage. "Mom! I 
need a clean pair of socks for my..." She cut her sentence short 
when she stepped into Mikey's room and saw the by-now-very-yellow 
diaper. She smiled at her brother. "Do you want me to change you?"
	"Not right now, Sharon. Maybe a little later. I want to 
explore myself. Thanks for offering, though."
	Sharon and her mom left the room to go and look for socks, 
but when they returned to talk to Mikey, he was lying on his bed, 
sleeping. "Little baby needs to sleep," said Sharon as she pulled 
a blanket over her brother. She took a look at his diapered butt. 
"My! We are wet, aren't we?" But Mikey did not wake up until 
supper time.
	When he was woken by Sharon, he realised his wetness and 
asked for her to change him before supper; so Sharon pulled a 
diaper out of his drawer and started to unpin the wet one. Very 
soon, Mikey was feeling secure again.
	He climbed up onto his baby chair in the kitchen and again 
received praise. Hey! If this was the reward he was going to get, 
he wanted to be a diaper kid forever and ever!