Four Little Boys with Lots of Diapers
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	Hi, my name is Jamie Fisher. Now that I'm old enough 
to write a story about my childhood experiences with 
diapers, I'd like to share this one with you.

Many weekends ago....

	It was always so much easier for me to get out of bed 
on the weekends. I wasn't finding grade three all that 
pleasant so my Saturdays meant a lot. I would do my best to 
avoid any chores my parents could come up with, and I'd 
spend a considerable amount of time watching cartoons and 
eating Froot Loops, or some other kind of extremely sugary 
breakfast cereal. Hyperactivity was the name of the game 
here. My parents drank coffee, I ate sugary cereal. Little 
did I know that this particular weekend would have a strong 
influence on the rest of my life.
	I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My black 
and white 'Snoopy' alarm clock said that it was just after 
seven AM. My parents probably wouldn't be up for another 
hour or so. I could get an early start on my cartoons and 
cereal! I moved to get out of bed. Then I felt the familiar 
sensation of wet soggy sheets. My pajamas clung to my 
thighs with the heavy wetting they had received sometime 
during the night. The air felt cold as I pushed my sheets 
aside. My parents had decided a month ago that I should do 
my own cleanup if I wet during the night. And changing my 
sheets was so much of a chore that my room was starting to 
take on a very distinctive odor. My feet touched down on 
soft pile carpet and I slid my wet pajamas off. I walked 
over to my hamper and carefully stuffed my PJ's down to the 
bottom where they would hopefully not be discovered for a 
little while. I pulled on some brand new white underwear, 
then some jeans and my favorite blue sweatshirt. I looked 
at the dark spot on my blue sheets. A large dark blue 
circle that mocked my inability to control my bladder. I 
chose to ignore it. I straightened my sheets and comforter, 
hoping that it would be dry by bedtime. I opened my bedroom 
door and walked quietly down the hallway, past my parents' 
room and into the kitchen.
	While pouring milk into my Froot Loops I noticed that 
there was rain and thunder going on outside. Powerful gusts 
of wind sent large raindrops pelting against the windows. I 
stood over the heat register by the sliding glass doors, 
eating my cereal. Warm air blew up my pant legs as I 
watched the storm rage on outside. I was thinking of a time 
just a couple of years before, when I woke up in the 
morning with a diaper on. My bed was dry. All my wet and 
mess safely contained inside my cozy diapers. I remembered 
all the extra attention I would receive because of them. I 
was thinking it would be really nice if I could still wear 
diapers to bed, but I would never ask my parents to get me 
some. Too embarrassing!
	I was pondering these thoughts when my dad walked into 
the kitchen. Yawning and groaning, he set about the task of 
making morning coffee. I slurped the remnants of sugary 
milk in my bowl and dropped it into the kitchen sink. Dad 
came up behind me, put his arms around my stomach and 
chest. And squeezed me in a big bear hug till my giggling 
almost suffocated me.
	"How's my little tiger doing this morning, huh?" He 
said, squeezing hard and rubbing his sandpaper whiskers on 
my cheek.
	"Fine, Dad!" I said, breaking his grip and spinning 
around I jumped on his back, ready to wrestle.
	"Ohh no! Not this early...let go."
	"Aww... come on.." I pleaded as he carefully lowered 
me to the floor.
	"Not right now. But here, why don't you take this to 
your Mom?" He handed me a large mug of steaming coffee. I 
took it from him and walked carefully down the hall to my 
parents room.
	"Hi Jamie....Oh thank you!" She said as I walked in 
and set the cup down on her bedside table.
	"Come here for a sec. I want to talk to you about this 
weekend." She patted the bed, motioning for me to sit 
beside her. I bounced up on there king-size featherbed and 
snuggled close as she put her arm around me and stroked my 
hair. I loved the feeling of her long fingernails running 
through my hair, and encouraged her to continue whenever 
she stopped, like a puppy begging to be pet.
	"Now you do remember that your father and I are going 
for a little holiday this weekend, right?"
	I thought carefully for a moment then sheepishly came 
up with an appropriate response.
	"Oh, happy anniversary, Mom!" I tipped my head back to 
give her a peck on the cheek and she continued.
	"So you're going to stay over at Michael's, just like 
we talked about before. We'll be back to pick you up 
tomorrow evening O.K.?"
	Michael was a friend I had meet at swimming lessons. 
He was one year younger than me. Striking blue eyes and 
sandy blond hair that was cut to a rim just over his 
eyebrows. He also had two younger brothers. Matthew, age 
four, and Jonathan, age six. They often came to our swim 
meets along with there parents, Jeff and Tamara. Last 
Wednesday my parents had arranged for me to stay over at 
their house for the weekend. Both Michael and I thought 
this would be a lot of fun, but I was worried. I had always 
avoided sleepovers in the past, this would be my first one. 
What if I wet the bed while I was there? What would 
everybody think? These thoughts troubled me as I gave a 
rather despondent "yes" to my mother's question. She put 
her hand on my forehead and pulled back forcing me to look 
directly into her eyes.
	"You do want to go there, don't you?"
	"Yes, Yes, I do!" I said with extra enthusiasm so she 
wouldn't push for an explanation to my sultry response.
	"O.K. well you need to get your stuff together because 
we are leaving at ten." She looked at her bedside clock 
"That gives you a little over an hour and a half to get 
ready, alright?"
	"Yup," I said, rolling over till I fell off the far 
side of the bed.
	"Go on, get going!" She said. making shooing motions 
with her hands. "And tell your Dad to come in here."
	I left the room in search of my father, who I was sure 
would be in the living room reading the morning paper.
	"Dad, Mom wants you," I said, walking over to the 
television and flicking in search of cartoons. Saturday 
morning cartoons were a great way to ignore your troubles, 
and everything else it seems as I wound up delaying our 10 
o'clock departure for an extra half an hour. I just totally 
lost track of the time. I tried to blame my unpreparedness 
to the great quality of cartoons these days, but my parents 
wouldn't have it.
	The rain continued to pour down as we joined the 
highway traffic out of town. I was surprised just how far 
out of town Michael's place really was. I had never been 
there before. Instead of buildings and endless houses the 
landscape was now mainly trees and mountainsides. We turned 
off the highway, and after a maze of smaller roads we found 
ourselves winding up a single lane road for what seemed a 
very long time until finally Dad exclaimed. "3589...There 
it is!" We pulled into a long gravel driveway which wound 
its way through a small orchard.
	"Wow cool!" I said, pointing at the large house at the 
end of the drive.
	"Oh my, its beautiful!" Mom said as we drove closer. 
It was a very large double A-frame style home with log 
construction and a cedar shake roof. Very cute on a 
hillside in the country, even in this terrible weather."
	Dad pulled the car up to the front door and I kissed 
them both as I grabbed my pack and stepped out to the 
gravel drive. Michael was already at the front door. Tamara 
also came to the door, opened it wide, and stepped out on 
the porch. My Mom rolled down her window and said, "Sorry 
we can't come in but we're already way behind schedule."
	"Oh that's all right, go on, have a good time." Tamara 
said a she came down the front steps and put an arm around 
my shoulder. We waved and I exchanged blown kisses with my 
Mother as they turned around and drove back down the long 
gravel drive.
	"Well, you made it! C'mon, lets get out of the rain!" 
We ran up the front steps and stood on the porch.
	"Uh huh," I said, feeling a little uncomfortable in my 
strange new surroundings. She kneeled beside me and looked 
into my eyes, then gave a little nod and told Michael to 
take my pack and put it in his room. The front door opened 
to a beautiful dark wood interior. A strong gust of warm 
air smelling of freshly baked cookies enticed me forward. 
Hardwood floors stretched to the far side of the house 
where I could see a large picture window and a blazing wood 
fireplace. Michael zipped down one of the many hallways to 
the left and after taking my coat Tamara ushered me off to 
the right into a large kitchen. She pat one of the barstool 
chairs that surrounded the granite-topped island in the 
middle of the room.
	"Come here and sit your little butt down on this 
chair, we are just going to eat some lunch."
	I eagerly obliged as my stomach was starting to growl 
and scrambled up on the stool. Tamara was in her late 
twenties, long blond hair and motherly hips. She moved with 
a graceful efficiency, putting out four place settings and 
pouring milk into each glass. Michael raced into the room 
closely followed by Mathew and Jonathan. They all wore 
loose fitting sweat pants and tops except Matthew who was 
wearing just a thick disposable diaper and a T-shirt.
	"Hi Jamie! You gotta see this new game I'm playing, 
its so cool, you can select all kinds of different weapons. 
Two people can play at the same time, I just got it 
yesterday."
	I thought I could hear the crinkling of plastic as he 
moved but dismissed the sound as coming from Mathew who was 
still scrambling to get up on his stool.
	"Awesome!" I said, caught up in his enthusiasm. "What 
kind of weapons?"
	Our conversation continued along these lines through 
our lunch of tomato soup, grilled cheese, and a cookie. 
When finished we all thanked Michael's Mom and I jumped 
down off my stool to follow the three boys out of the 
kitchen and to the gaming room. I walked directly behind 
Mathew. For some reason I really liked to look at his 
diaper. It gave him a very distinctive waddle and made a 
fascinating crinkly noise with every movement. On the way 
upstairs I suddenly had the urge to touch Matthew's diaper. 
Pretending that I wanted him to move faster I put my hand 
on his diapered butt and pushed him along. The slick 
plastic felt so good, I reached down closer to his crotch 
and noticed that he was wet. I pulled my hand away as we 
entered the room. Michael already had the Big screen T.V. 
fired up.
	"Come on, sit down. Here's your joystick."
	I crossed the room and jumped into an open space on 
the sofa. We were totally absorbed in the game within 
minutes. Jonathan and I would trade up once in a while so 
he wouldn't feel left out. Mathew soon realized he wasn't 
going to be able to play with us and went of in search of 
other entertainment, pouting as he walked out of the room.
	"Damn it!" Michael exclaimed as he got up and reset 
the machine. I definitely heard something when he moved 
this time. And when he crouched down to hit the reset 
button I saw thick white plastic diapers sticking out of 
the top of his sweatpants. Michael stood up quickly and 
pulled his shirt down over his rather puffy butt. He gave 
me a sideways glance to check if I had noticed. I looked 
away quickly, not sure what to think. In a way I felt 
relieved because I wouldn't have to worry about the 
impression my bedwetting would make. Michael and I were 
about the same size, maybe I could get a diaper, too. These 
thoughts raced through my head as Michael sat back down 
beside me, his diaper extra loud in my ears.
	"I'll be back in a sec," I said, passing my joystick 
to Jonathan. I was embarrassed and excited at the same 
time, my best friend wore diapers, this was going to take a 
moment to get a handle on. I walked down the thick carpeted 
hallway looking for a bathroom. There it was. I opened the 
door and flicked the light switch on the wall. My eyes 
popped open with what I saw. I closed the door behind me 
and took it all in. It was a large room with a built-in 
change table that took up most of the right wall. On it 
were all sorts of baby ointments, powders, bottles and 
diapers. There was even a sink at one end. The left side of 
the room contained a large Jacuzzi bathtub and a toilet. To 
my immediate left was three large shelves filled with all 
kinds of diapers in many sizes, even adult sizes. Pampers, 
Pull-Ups, Goodnights, and other diapers I hadn't heard of 
before. I couldn't believe how excited I was about this 
diaper discovery. I was shaking with anticipation as I 
pulled a larger disposable free of its packaging. Its crisp 
folds crackled as I opened it wide. The plastic felt creamy 
smooth on my cheek and a wonderful scent filled the air. 
This looked like it might fit...