DOUBLE DIAPERS
					  A Diaper Story
					 For Diaper Boys of Any Age
					 by Jeffy, [email protected]


INTRODUCTION:

	Once upon a time, there were born to proud parents, 
Dave and Kristine Ryons, a pair of beautiful twin baby boys 
named Chad and Brad. They brought them up as best they 
could, teaching them, playing with them, and making sure 
their bottoms were clean. They were the most perfect 
children any parent could ask for, blond-haired and blue 
eyed, with cute dimpled cheeks(both ends :). They were small 
for their age, but not unexpectedly so since both of their 
families were small.
	When the twins were 3 1/2 years old, and were about to 
begin potty training, the boys were in the car with their 
baby sitter, and were hit by a drunk driver. Their baby 
sitter was killed, and the boys spent several weeks in the 
hospital. While they were not handicapped physically by 
their injuries, their bladders would never be the same 
again, as the nerves to them had been damaged beyond repair. 
Dave and Kristine had to make the choice of whether their 
boys should just continue in their diapers, or whether they 
would give them a catheter, and since the cath could cause 
infections, as well as hinder them in other ways, the 
parents decided to keep their boys in their diapers. Over 
the next several years, they slowly noticed that other boys 
around them dropped their diapers one by one, until Chad and 
Brad were the only ones left that they knew in diapers. They 
felt bad about this, until they decided that it didn't 
matter, because they were big boys in other ways, as they 
were about to start first grade........

DOUBLE DIAPERS
Part 1: First Day of School

	Kristine woke up first, as she usually did because she 
had to leave for work earlier than Dave did, though he had 
to stay later than she did. She yawned and stretched, and 
went into the kitchen to make coffee. She looked at the 
clock, and knew that she had time to enjoy a cup and the 
paper before the twins were due to get up.
	After she finished, she crept to the door of the twins' 
bedroom, and peeked in. Inside the baby blue room she could 
see 2 beds, and next to each bed was a crib with a cute 
derriere poking up, covered by a light sleeper, and 
obviously thickly diapered. She chose to wake up Chad first, 
since he was the "older" of the two by a full twenty 
minutes. She lowered the rail on his crib and whacked him 
playfully on the bottom, at the same time feeling and 
smelling the load of poop and gels that covered the butt of 
his diaper. Chad sat up and rubbed his eyes.
	"Is it morning Mommy?"
	"Yep sweetheart, it is. Time to get up and get dressed 
for school!"
	She lifted him out of the crib and placed him on the 
changing table as Dave came out of the bathroom. Brad had 
woken up from the noise, and he was standing up in his crib. 
He started jumping up and down when he saw his dad, but the 
slippery feet of his sleeper betrayed him, and he went right 
down on his bum, squishing his loaded diaper into his butt.
	"Brad! It's a good thing you're about to get a bath 
young man, Your butt is stinky enough in the mornings 
without you doing more damage!" Dave began tickling him as 
he said this.
	"HAHAH Dad Stop! HAA I.. CAN'T.. TAKE... TICKLING... 
!!!!! HAHAH"
	Well you should have thought of that beforehand Brad! I 
GOTCHA!"
	All of this tickling caused Brad to pee his diaper, and 
since it was already full from the night before, created a 
wet spot on his soft cotton sleeper.
	"Agggh, guess you couldn't take it could you!" needled 
Dave.
	"Daddy, I love you," Brad hugged and kissed him as he 
said this.
	"I love you too, squirt," as Dave picked him up and 
patted the now VERY full padded rear.
	"Let's get the boys a bath shall we, hon?"
	Kristine agreed, and they took the boys to the oversize 
tub. After setting them both on the wide bathroom counter, 
Their sleepers were stripped off and thrown in the hamper. 
Now with their full diapers exposed, the two parents 
stripped off the diapers and put them into the diaper genie. 
They turned on the hot water, and when it got warm enough, 
they sprayed off the boys' bottoms in a special area, that 
was custom made for this purpose, and then lifted them into 
the now bubble filled tub. Carefully each boy was washed, 
and special attention was paid to the areas where a rash 
seemed to be forming on Chad. After they were finished, they 
boys were lifted onto big fluffy towels where they were 
patted dry. Of course they were very wiggly in the process, 
and Chad let go with a stream that would have caught 
Kristine in the face if she wasn't prepared for that sort of 
thing. She quickly whipped the towel in front of him and 
after he had finished, she put the towel in the wash, and 
Chad back in the tub. While all of this was going on, Brad 
had his ankles lifted into the air and a Pampers 5 diaper 
placed under him. After he was powdered and lotioned, the 
diaper was brought up between his legs and securely taped in 
place. He jumped off of the counter and dashed into the 
living room in just his diaper, Dave gave chase, and soon 
was starting breakfast.
	Chad and Kristing joined them, once Chad was clad in 
similar attire. It was a warm day, and they boys liked being 
in their diapers. Each boy was presented with a bottle of 
milk, and a plate of bacon and eggs, which they wolfed down. 
Dave came out of their room with the diaper bag that the 
school had told them to pack, containing a change of clothes 
for each boy, and a full pack of diapers for each, which if 
the boys' normal patterns were followed, would last for 
around a month of school days. They told the boys to get 
ready to be dressed, and they admired the identical diapered 
butts of their boys as they scurried to their room. There, 
they put almost matching shirts and pants on them, but far 
enough apart so that the children maintained their 
individuality. Finally, everyone was ready to go, and they 
made sure everything was together, and that the boys had 
lunch money, along with strict instructions NOT to spend it 
on snacks. They locked the door, and opened the door to the 
mini-van, where 2 identical car seats were nestled. Dave and 
Kristine knew that they were being overprotective, but after 
the accident in which the car seats were the only thing that 
saved their children from serious injury, they thought that 
as long as the boys fit them, they would be in them. Chad 
and Brad were buckled in, and the whole family was off to 
the Rat Race and school respectively.
	When they arrived at school, Dave went in and 
registered the boys, and took them in to see the nurse, Ms 
Ames.
	"Say hello to Nurse Ames boys, Mrs. Ames, these are my 
boys Chad and Brad."
	"What adorable children, Mr. Ryons, I'm sure that we'll 
see each other often, boys."
	"Hello!" They said in unison.
	"Packed in the bag is all of their things, I don't 
think you'll have many problems, Mrs. Ames"
	"Oh no, I doubt I will. Well boys, here's how 
everything works: You come in here at morning recess, lunch 
time, and afternoon recess at least to be checked. Don't 
tell me that you didn't come because you were dry, I've 
heard that one a million times from children who have leaked 
all over their nice clothes. And please tell me if you feel 
a rash coming on, you know what it feels like by now, that 
way I can do a preemptive treatment. Anyway, you boys better 
run along to class. Goodbye, and see you at recess!"
	"I like Nurse Ames," said Chad as they left the nurse's 
office.
	"So do I" confirmed Brad.
	"Well, that's good, but I have to get to work. Can you 
boys manage by yourselves? I know you're big boys."
	"We'll be fine, Daddy! See you later!" they both yelled 
to him as he ran out the door.
	"Well, we'd better meet our teacher!" they said in 
unison, and laughed

Part 2: Meet the Teacher

	Chad and Brad went into the classroom that they were 
assigned to, and saw some of their friends already there. 
They smiled and immediately went over and started chatting 
with them. The rest of the kids were just as rowdy as the 
twins jumped up and down with excitement.
	Their teacher walked in, carrying a pile of books and 
papers.
	"Sit down, class, and come to order. I am your teacher, 
Mrs. Mitchell, and we will be learning a lot together this 
year. You will be learning to read, and write, and do math. 
We'll also do a lot of fun things, go on field trips, and do 
all sorts of fun things! Now first we're going to start on 
the Alphabet. Does anyone know what the alphabet is?"
	Chad raised his hand "I DO!"
	"All right....Chad, What is it?" Mrs. Mitchell asked, 
checking her seating chart.
	"It's the letters that let us read."
	"Good job, We're going to start today with the letter 
`A.'"

	Mrs. Mitchell spent the entire morning, taking them 
through the first 8 or so letters of the alphabet. 
Meanwhile, Brad and Chad's diapers began to get 
uncomfortably full. Finally the teacher called for recess 
time, and the twins made their way down the long hall to the 
nurse's office. As they passed the other first grade 
classroom, they saw another blond head, that looked familiar 
somehow going back into the classroom. They stopped for a 
second, because a familiar smell seemed to trail that other 
boy, but then decided that they'd better get changed before 
the waterworks opened.
	The nurse picked up Brad first, and sat him on the 
table. She started to undo his shoes when a farting noise 
came from Brad's Buttock region. The nurse pulled off his 
shoes, and waited for him to finish.
	"Good thing we waited a minute isn't it, Br..." her 
words were cut off by a similar explosion from Chad's 
direction.
	"You know, I can't even tell you two apart from your 
bathroom habits, can I, Chad?" as she undid the tapes of 
Brad's diaper.
	"I'm Brad" he said sheepishly
	"Sorry! You two must get that all the time, right 
Brad?"
	"Yeah."
	Pretty soon, their stinky butts were wiped clean, and 
they were creamed, oiled, and powdered. As Nurse Ames helped 
Chad down from the table, she gave them both a pat on the 
butt, and told them to enjoy the last half of recess.
	The boys came home from school that day, full of 
energy. Brad had gotten two stickers for his answers, and 
Chad had gotten one sticker for winning at musical chairs. 
Both boys were wearing sodden diapers as they ran home, even 
though they had been changed only a few hours before at 
afternoon recess. They scampered into the house, and into 
their Mom's arms. She was tired, and had just gotten home 
from work. She picked up Brad, and held him close.
	"See my stickers, Mommy?"
	"Yes I do Brad! You can tell me all about how you got 
them in a minute, but right now I think I smell some boys 
that need changing!"
	Brad and Chad ran to their rooms, and stripped off 
their school clothes, and were left in just their diapers. 
Seeing that both boys were tired from the day's exertions, 
she decided that they should take a nap. Brad was placed on 
the table, and his drooping diaper was changed. Quickly she 
changed Chad as well, and since the summer was lingering, 
she had them both sleep in just their diapers. Both boys 
went to sleep almost immediately, and Kristin smiled at 
their peaceful faces. Since she was a speaker on the 
architecture circuit, this made it so she had to spend 
almost every weekend away from home. She didn't want to 
leave the boys, with this being a long weekend, but she had 
to.
	At 6:00, Dave arrived home, and asked his wife where 
the boys were, as he had a surprise for them. Dave decided 
to wake them, so he crept into the room, holding a paper 
bag. He quickly blew the bag up, and popped it, making a 
loud BANG! noise.
	OF course this blew the twins sky high, both of their 
diapers getting a yellow front in the process :)
	"Daddy?" moaned Chad.
	"Yes guys, it's me! Get up, I have a surprise for you!"
	Curious, the twins unlatched their crib rails and 
climbed out, squishing their loaded diapers into their 
bottoms in the process. They toddled out into the living 
room, and their Dad pointed to a stack of boxes.
	"I bought a computer, and a home theater today boys! I 
was given a $5000 gift certificate by the electronics 
retailer whose new headquarters I designed, and they liked 
it so much they decided to send this as a special thank you! 
I hope you like it!"
	"Oh yeah, Daddy!" The both yelled in unison.
	"Now, I'm going to set all of this up this weekend, and 
that reminds me, your Mom needs a ride to the convention 
with her car in the shop, so you'll be getting a 
babysitter."
	"Okay, Daddy, does she know about our diapers?"
	"Well, she has to, Chad, otherwise you'll just leak. I 
brought home some more packages of those overnight diapers 
for home wear, so that you won't have to be changed as 
often, okay?"
	"Okay, Daddy," they said.
	Evening arrived, and the diaper boys knew that they 
were going to have fun that night. After their diapers were 
changed into the overnight model, Chad and Brad went rooting 
around, and found their identical sleepers. Chad has a mole 
on his cheek, so they both put identical band-aids over that 
spot.
	Their parents called goodbye, and the babysitter came 
upstairs.
	"Hello boys! I'm Sue, and I hope we're all going to 
have fun tonight! What happened to you faces?"
	"Oh...uh, the cat scratched us" Chad replied, thinking 
quickly
	"In the same place on BOTH of you?"
	"Well...I guess we're twins in more ways than one," 
they smiled at each other.
	"First of all, you Mom told me that you guys haven't 
been changed in a couple hours, are your diapers okay?"
	"We're fine," they said in unison.
	"Okay, if you get stinky or soaked, come see me 
immediately, okay? One more thing, which one of you is 
which?"
	They introduced themselves, and then went to play in 
the TV room, while Sue watched various shows and did her 
homework. She left the room, and the twins set their plan 
into action. Brad sat on the couch, while Chad sneaked up 
behind Sue, who was preparing a snack. He smacked her on the 
bottom yelling "TAG! You're IT!" and then ran like crazy! 
Sue put down the knife she was holding and gave chase, but 
it was already too late. Chad had made it to the couch, and 
was sitting next to Brad, both of them looking quite 
innocent.
	"All right, boys, which one of you was it! Was it you, 
Brad?"
	"I'm Chad," answered Brad.
	"Was it you, Chad?"
	"I'm Brad," answered Chad.
	"Okay, that's it! The one thing I DO know is that their 
perpetrator left a stinky trail behind him, and so bend 
over, both of you!"
	It did not take Sue long to sniff out Chad, and he 
summarily had his sleeper removed, and was soon on his 
changing table, as Sue didn't want to make her job more 
unpleasant. With his diaper about to be taped up, Brad 
loaded his as well, and so Sue had to leave Chad strapped to 
the changing table while she took care of Brad. Finally when 
she was done, she released Chad and threw him across her 
knee. Five swift swats on his diapered butt, and he was 
allowed to be dressed again. She then unstrapped Brad and 
gave him the same for his equal guilt.
	"I'm sorry I had to do that Boys, but you shouldn't do 
that to people!"
	"We're sorry," they said, not meaning it.
	"Okay then," and Sue gave them their snack, and they 
went back to watching the movie. After it was over, she 
helped the boys into their cribs, and tucked them in after 
checking their diapers.
	Having been up most of the night before working on her 
paper, Sue fell asleep on the couch, and that's when the 
diaper boys' Plan B went into effect. Knowing that they 
would not likely poop again till morning, they sneaked out 
of their cribs, and got their Halloween makeup, and 
proceeded to carefully paint a clown face on the sleeping 
teenager! When Sue woke up, she took the dishes out to the 
kitchen, and noticed her new mug. Immediately she yelled, 
and raced up to their room, where two little "angels" lay 
asleep. She was about to rouse them and raise hell, when the 
phone rang. She picked it up.
	"Hello?"
	"Hi, Sue, this is Dave Ryons. My car broke down, so I'm 
going to have to stay at the hotel with Kristine until the 
convention is over on Sunday. Can you take care of the boys 
for the weekend?"
	"Sure, but tell me one thing. How do you tell them 
apart? They played several tricks on me tonight, and I want 
to know for sure who's doing it."
	"They did, did they? Well, I'll deal with them when I 
get back. Tell them I said they'd better behave, or it's 
just going to get worse. It's easy to tell them apart. Chad 
has a small mole on his cheek."
	"AHA! That explains the Band-Aids they're wearing!"
	"Tricky aren't they? Well, you can tell them apart now, 
I have to go check us in."
	"OK, see you on Sunday."
	Sue hung up the phone. She then roused the boys, who 
pretended to be all innocent.
	"Yes Sue?" they said in unison, blinking innocently.
	"Okay, Take off those Band-Aids right NOW!"
	Sheepishly, they did so.
	"OK CHAD, now that I know which is which, and BRAD. I'm 
not going to do anything to you tonight, but tomorrow 
morning you'll be punished for this!"
	She walked out of the room, and shut the door, leaving 
two wet boys, wondering what was going to happen to 
them..........

Part 3: A Sitting Weekend

	Chad and Brad woke up, predictably in stinky diapers. 
They stood up in their cribs, and waited for Sue to come in. 
When she finally did, she lifted them out of their cribs, 
and sat them down at the kitchen table. She then sat down 
with her coffee, and faced the boys.
	"Last night you two were really, really mean to me, and 
so, you have to be punished. I'm sorry, but I can't have you 
doing this to me, or any other sitter you might have. So, 
you will weed the back garden. I don't want any buts, 
either. And you will not be changed until you finish either. 
And since there's a possibility you might leak, take off 
those sleepers boys!"
	The boys reluctantly stripped down to their diapers, 
and Sue could see the beige tinge of the fronts, and a 
slight brown stain in the back. She wondered if she was 
going too far, but decided that this was for the best. The 
twins didn't mind being in just their diapers, in fact they 
frequently played in the back yard in them. But they both 
felt icky from the full diaper, and wanted to get it over 
with. Luckily the garden had been weeded a few weeks back, 
so they started for the back yard. Since it was shaded, 
there was no worry of sunburn.
	For the next hour, Brad and Chad worked hard, and they 
learned their lesson. They knew that Sue was OK, but that 
she shouldn't be messed with like that. When they were 
almost finished, Chad pooped his diaper, and that was all 
the full garment could take. Poop leaked out of the legband 
of his diaper, and ran down his leg. Brad noticed it, and 
commented that they'd better finish up quickly.
	Finally, they were done, and Sue took them into the 
large bathroom, where their diapers were stripped off, and 
they were sprayed off before Sue put them into the big 
bubble bath. They splashed and played while Sue washed them 
from head to toe.
	Finally, the boys were lifted onto their big fluffy 
towels. The twins hoped that they wouldn't have to pee, 
because Sue had been mad at them enough lately. Brad started 
to pee, but he reached down and grabbed himself before he 
got going. Sue lifted him up from the towel, and held him 
over the toilet to pee. Brad let go, but since he'd never 
done this before, he only managed to spray the bowl all 
over.
	"I guess that's just not for me," he said holding his 
head down.
	"That's all right Brad, it WAS your first time!" Sue 
grinned as she wiped down the bowl.
	She raised Brad onto his changing table, and wrapped a 
fresh, thick diaper around him. After lotioning, powdering, 
and oiling, he was taped up, and dressed in a shirt and 
overalls. Soon, Chad was in identical attire, and they were 
set free to play.
	Sue decided that a trip to the mall was in order, as it 
gave her something to do with the boys. She carefully packed 
a diaper bag with 4 diapers, 2 bottles, and a change of 
clothes each for the boys. She put powder, lotion, and oil 
into the bag, and then called them downstairs. She took them 
by the hand, and buckled them into their car seats, and gave 
them a bottle to suck on during the ride. After 40 minutes 
or so of driving, they arrived at the mall, and after the 
boys were lifted out, they all walked into the mall. They 
went around, and around the mall, looking at toy stores, 
riding on the rides. They went to the food court, and Sue 
bought them lunch at Burger King.
	As they were waiting in line to get movie tickets, the 
noontime meal had worked on the boys' digestive systems, and 
they both pooped their already wet diapers. Soon a stink 
began to rise from their bottoms, and parents and children 
alike started moving away, and sniffing the air. A boy 
pointed to them and said: "Mommy, those boys are wearing 
diapers!" "Billy," his mother replied, "It's not nice to 
point, and I'm sure they wear them for a good reason." 
Billy's Mom led him into the theater with Billy making quick 
looks back to stare at the diaper boys.
	After they had their tickets, both Chad and Brad were, 
as usual, in need of a change. So they went trooping off to 
find a bathroom. The twins were very conscious of the stink 
trail they were leaving behind, and looked around nervously. 
Finally, a bathroom was found, and the boys trooped in.
	Sue carefully strapped Brad to the changing deck, and 
then undid his stinky diaper. The smell hit her in the face, 
but she took it in stride as she carefully wiped of his bum. 
This done, she spread Desitin and powder all around his 
diaper area, creating a nice thick white layer of protection 
to go _inside_ his nice thick white layer of protection.
	After Chad was changed, they all went into the movie, 
and enjoyed it thoroughly. Afterwards, the twins were 
strapped into their car seats for the drive home. When Sue 
finally shut off the motor, she found two boys with bottles 
hanging out of their mouths fast asleep. Quietly she lifted 
them out, and ever so gently she changed them into their 
thick overnight diapers, and zipped them into their 
sleepers. Then she carefully lowered them into their cribs, 
and tucked a bottle under the blanket next to them. The 
rails were raised, and she tip toed out, and closed the 
door.

TO BE CONTINUED