GARY THE DIAPER BOY My name is Gary. I am an adopted child and I have an adopted sister named Robin who is three years younger than I am. I also have a brother named Doug who is the only child who was born within my family. This is my story about my childhood, which was spent entirely in diapers. Chapter One: When I was Four When I was about 4 I asked my mother why I was the only one still in diapers and my friends were out of diapers, because the kids I played with said I was still a baby for still wearing diapers. Whenever they came over to play, they made fun of me when I wet or pooped, so I used to run to Mom to ask her to take my diaper off so I could be like everybody else. She said that I would only wet myself, or worse, so she would just change me and I would go back outside to play. Whenever my mother tried to potty train me that sometimes she would just put me in plastic pants without diapers, but I would just go anyway and make a mess all over the house. While I was about 4 or 4 1/2 the doctor said that I would just "grow out of it," but it took me 19 years to fully get out of diapers, so I was in diapers up to that point before I "grew out of them." I used to play with the neighbor kids, mostly ages 3 to 6, and they would make fun of me a lot and, saying things like "Baby", "Diaper Boy", and all sorts of things along these lines that little kids who were not wearing diapers would say to a kid their age who was. The boys were sometimes cruel, but the girls treated me much differently and they wanted to play "house." They wanted me to play the baby since I was the only one in diapers. They wanted to change me and do everything else to me that is typical to the treatment a baby gets. The girls liked to play with me because I was still in diapers. Some of the other kids would say they wanted to be diapered, too, but Mom never put them in diapers, but I wish she would have, since if I would have had somebody else in diapers to play with, this would have been better. Whenever I wet or pooped my diapers the other kids would holler to my mother to tell her that I needed to be changed, and then they'd try to follow me and her to the changing table in my room. She would change me, whether or not they were standing at the door watching because they wanted to see my Mom diaper me. There was another kid who lived a little farther away who was five years old and still in diapers when I was around 4 to 4 1/2. He had a high fever when he was a baby and he developed brain damage and a loss of motor skills because of it. I knew him until I was nine years old, and at that point, he was still in diapers, too. I used to play with him on rare occasions and I had a good time with him because we could play in just our diapers and nothing else. My Mom said it didn't matter if we weren't in clothes because we both wore diapers and that we didn't think about our diapers when we were together. Chapter 2: When I Was Five When I was five years old I started school. I was scared because I was still in diapers and I was worried about being wet or stinky. What would I do? Mom left my diaper bag with the teacher, and when I was wet or messy she would change me in the bathroom. Sometimes I would be changed in the teacher's lounge, sometimes anywhere, even on field trips. Sometimes kids would come in and see me either being changed or in a wet diaper, or standing there waiting for my pants to be put on. The kids would all say, "Gary doesn't have to go to the bathroom, he wears his bathroom," so it made me feel bad to go into the bathroom, hearing the other kids talking about me and laughing at me. I don't remember this, but my Mom said that kids used to pull off my pants and I would just be in a diaper until I could either find my pants. Sometimes the teacher would make the kids give me pants back. The girls would say, "let me carry you and take care of your diapers when you are wet or stinky." I always wondered what it would be like just being able to know what it would be like to know when you had to use the bathroom, since everybody else did. I really felt left out when I couldn't go to the bathroom like the other kids. When I went into the bathroom, the kids would say, "What are you doing here, Diaper Boy?", or they'd call me "Baby Huey." They would pat me where my diapers were and say, "Boy, what a padded butt you have!". They would hold me down and pull off my shoes and pants and leave me there on the floor in just a diaper. "Oh, isn't that cute!" they'd say. "The baby is in a wet diaper! Well, we don't want him to have wet pants, so let's take them with us!" I'd have to go around in just a diaper until I either found my pants, or the teacher would make the boys who took them give them back. Girls always wanted to change me, especially when I was wet or poopy. I don't know why, but they did. Everybody in the school saw me in diapers. A whole group of girls got together when the boys held me down and then the girls would pick me up in just my diapers. They were really kidding around, saying "Let's put the baby to bed, but where's his bottle and passie? We need to get them, but we're at school." I was embarrassed that a group of girls could diaper a boy like me anytime they wanted to. One time I wasn't in the bathroom, but out on recess. They held me down and took my pants off right in front of the girls. While the boys held me down the girls checked my diapers for wetness and poop and wanted to change me. I'm sure glad they didn't have any diapers with them at the time to change me. I just went home and didn't even come back to class. I went home in just a diaper, shirt and shoes. Chapter 3: When I Was Six When I was six years old I was still in diapers. I asked my Mom what was going on and why I was still wearing these things and when I was going to get out of them. Mom just said, "that is the way you are for now, and you might not get better, so you'd better just get used to it and go on and not worry about it." Mom told me that my muscles were not formed very well and I would just have to wear diapers until I got more muscular control. I tried, but I remember standing at the door in just a cloth diaper with plastic pants on and watching my friends play. I played a lot with them. I just ran out and wanted to play, but they were playing football and I could not run fast in a bulky diaper. Cloth diapers are more bulky and harder to get around in, so playing sports was almost impossible. My sister Robin was about 3 or 4 at the time. She was out of diapers when she was 2 1/2. She always asked me why I was still wearing diapers and I always told her that I was wet or messy or stinky in my diaper. Whenever she helped Mom change me it made her feel like she was Mom herself. One day my sister came up to me and said, "well, I see you don't care if everybody sees you in a diaper." I told her they already knew it, but I was still embarrassed a little. Mom's talks made me feel better, though. Around the house and at the store I was mostly just in a diaper, even when company came, whether my company or my parents' company were there with their kids. I was always asking to put my pants on, and my Mom would sometimes dress me, but most of the time she'd say, "but they've already seen you in your diapers and it shouldn't matter." Chapter 4: When I was Seven When I was 7 years old, the girls would ask me all the time if I needed my diaper to be changed since they wanted to change me. I was really embarrassed about this. This went on all the time in every class. It was hard to hide the fact of wearing diapers back then, there were no disposables, only cloth diapers and plastic pants. I couldn't get out of them, I was just stuck in diapers. If they were just wet I could get by, but when they were wet and poopy everybody could smell them. All the kids would say, "The baby needs his diapers changed!" The girls would say, "Can we change your diapers?" The teacher would come up to me and say, "let's go change your diaper," so we headed for the teachers' lounge. I would waddle up there with the poop squishing around every time I made a step and the smell would fill up the hall. Everybody knew I had a dirty diaper on. We would get to the teachers' lounge and if someone was in there they would see me in diapers. Then we would head back to the classroom and the kids would always make fun of me and say, "well, you smell better," or "the baby got his diaper changed," or "how's Baby Huey?" Mom knew about the ways the girls treated me. She just told me that girls like to play as mommies and they were supposed to take care of kids and told me not to worry about it. Girls still always wanted to see my diapers and play "house." Guess who was going to be the baby in diapers? Company would come to see Mom and Dad, and all they had were girls in their family, older and younger than I. I had to play with them, but I started to enjoy it after awhile and didn't know why. But now I knew why I started to like girls and didn't know it yet. Boys just made fun of me, but some of them didn't say anything. They always wanted me to play, and I tried to play with them, but it was still hard to play sports. Running was just too tough in thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, but I did my best. When we went swimming it was tough to be in a diaper then because I was too old to go in the baby pool. In the big pool, kids would do all kinds of things, such as pull my swimsuit off and leave me in just my diapers, stuff like that, so it was really hard to swim with them. I made the mistake of going to the restroom as the older kids were in there, too. They said, "well, why are you here, diaper boy? You don't belong here, you use diapers!" So they got me down and took my pants off and left with my pants. I was left lying there in my diaper, so I waited until the bell rang and left. The principal saw me and asked me where my pants were, so we went to the office and my Mom wasn't home, so he said, "you'd better go to class." He said he'd keep calling my Mom, but I told him that I wasn't going to go to class in just a diaper, but I had to go anyway. That was really bad that I had to sit through two classes in just diapers. Everybody saw me when we changed classes. From then on I kept a pair of pants in my locker, and it happened more than once, even more than a few times. My parents would go visit their friends and us kids would have to go with them. Doug was in diapers still, and I, of course, was in them, too. My parents would play cards and us kids would play with my friend who was there. He knew I wore diapers but he didn't care since he was a good friend. My brother would play with us because he was a boy. My sister would play with this girl who was older than I was, so we played. Later, my sister Robin came up to us and I was wet and stinky, so she ran downstairs and we could hear her from where we were. She told Mom I had messed my diaper, so the other Mom called her daughter down and asked her if she would change my diaper. My Mom said she didn't want to do that, but she said she would. Boy, I thought the world was going to end. I told them I would just wait on Mom, but she ran downstairs and then Mom called me down and I went back upstairs to get changed by that girl. My friend went along and he watched me get changed. I took off my shoes and pants and the girl said, "What a smell!", so she laid me down and pulled off my plastic pants and said, "you sure are a wet and messy little boy!" She unpinned the diaper and started to clean me up right in front of my friend. She powdered me up really well and it did feel good when she did it. They got the diapers out and they looked bigger than what I was used to. They pulled them up and pinned them on and put my plastic pants back on and helped me up. Boy. were they ever thick between my legs! My pants would not even fit over them, so I wore just a diaper and the girls said they were finished. If I wanted to wear my diapers less thickly so I could wear my pants, then I was go see Mom, but that was out and my Mom would not do anything for me, so I was left in just the thick diapers that Robin and Sarah put on me. I played in just a diaper until the other girl's Mom said it was time for me to have a snack and she asked us what we would all like. We all went downstairs and her mother told us to sit down. After we snacked we played for another hour and then everybody was off to bed. My Mom put Doug in bed and then we played. Nobody even noticed that my diapers were thicker than usual. Robin, that girl, came up and wanted to check my diaper, but I didn't let her. The girls had fun playing like they were checking my diaper a lot. An hour went by and it was time for bed until they were through playing cards. I got a clean diaper, not as thick as the one I had on, but a nighttime diaper and plastic pants. I was in bed with my friend in just the diaper. My friend wasn't in diapers, however. It made me feel gross, being the only one in diapers. We went to the beach this year, and on the way I pooped and I was really wet, too. I leaked poop, so we stopped to take care of me. The rest of my pants were on top of the car, so Mom cleaned me up and put another cloth diaper and plastic pants on me and closed the back door. My sister and brother were watching the whole time- - how embarrassing! I asked my Mom, "What about my pants?" She said, "they're wet and messy," so I told her to get me some new ones. My Dad said they were on top of the car in the suitcase, and that it would be too much trouble until we got to the motel for the night. "But I'm in just a diaper," I complained. "I need my pants," and it was only morning. When we stopped for gas everybody got out of the car but me. Mom said, "Come on, I need to check your diaper and change you in the bathroom." "But people will see me!" "Well, get out of the car!" she said, so I did. People were looking at me in my diapers, which were wet, I guess, I can't remember that part. On the way in, this girl about my age said, "Mommy, why is that boy in diapers?" Man, what a day! Then it was time for lunch, and in these days there weren't many fast food places, so we stopped at a restaurant to eat. I was still in diapers and I had to go wearing just a diaper. Nobody but Mom or Dad, I guess, thought anything about it, but I sure did. When we walked in I felt like everybody was looking at me and laughing at me. Then we finally got seated and the waitress asked Dad if we were ready. Robin and my sister said, "we need another baby seat since this baby is in diapers!" I was really embarrassed, and very wet. I knew the waitress had to have seen it when she looked at me in diapers. We finally got to the hotel and everybody wanted to go swimming but I, because knew what it was like to swim in just a diaper at the pool. Mom changed me and we all went into the pool, and there weren't too many people there, but even one was too many. We got ready for bed. Mom took off the wet diaper from the pool. I took a shower and then Mom put my diapers back on me. My brother and I had to sleep with my sister. She got up sometime during the night and woke me up and she checked my diaper. I didn't like that, of course. One thing I liked about it was that she stuck her hand in a big pile of poop, I liked that part, anyway. I went back to sleep. After I woke up I got a bath and changed into a new diaper before everybody else, so I watched TV while they got ready. Then we went to Florida, but that was a long experience. Chapter Five: When I Was Eight It was July 20th, my birthday, and I was eight years old. We had a big party. I asked my Mom if I could take my diapers off just for the party. She told me that I still had to wear them because I still couldn't use the potty yet. The kids started coming over, boys and girls. Dad started the grill for the hot dogs and the hamburgers and we kids started playing and this girl came up to me with her sisters and her brother, and her mom left them there. Her brother Bruce and her two sisters stayed to watch. I don't remember their names, except that the oldest was 18. Her sisters were ages 2 and 7 and her brother Bruce was 10. Later on my friend came, his name was Jeff and I was glad to see him. We got together and started to play. Jeff was also in diapers just like I was. We were the only ones there in diapers except for the two-year-old. Dad then said, "Time to eat!", and so we did, with ice cream and cake afterwards. Jeff then pooped in his diaper and his mother came over and said, "let's change your diaper." She asked me if I needed my diaper changed, too, and as it this was right in front of everyone, I was really embarrassed. Jeff and I then went to get our diapers changed together. He sure stunk up my bedroom. I had wondered if I smelled like that when I pooped in my diaper, I hoped that I didn't. We got new diapers on and walked back to the party where I opened my presents. One of the kids gave me a truck and a pacifier in the same present. Some of the kids said, "put it in your mouth!" I got really mad and hit him, so my Mom made me say to him that I was sorry, but I wasn't. The girls were all there together at the party as were the boys, but the boys were off playing ball, and Jeff and I couldn't play ball in diapers, so we watched. I was messy and soaked and my diapers were leaking, but the parents were busy and I didn't say anything. I went inside and the two-year-old was being changed on the living room floor and she said, "have an accident?" And I said "yes." I walked past her and she said, "you are messy, too. I smell it. You're in a diaper, aren't you?" I didn't say anything. I just went to my Mom and she followed me. My Mom said, "I'll be right with you." "Can I change him?" the girl asked my mom and she said, "Would you?" "Sure," she said back. We then went upstairs/ I couldn't believe my mom said "yes" to the girl when she asked to change me. She got me up on my bed and took my shoes and pants off, and then she said, "what a mess you did in your diapers!" She pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper and started to wash off my rear end, how embarrassing! She sprinkled powder on me and then rubbed it in. She then put a clean diaper between my legs and pinned it up tightly around my waist and pulled the plastic pants up and then she started to walk out. I said, "wait, I have to get my pants!" I put my pants on myself and then my shoes and went back to the party, but it had broken up by then and I was glad. I went back to school and I was still in diapers. The kids still called me names. I did, however, meet this girl who was new to the school and she was friendly and did not care that I was in diapers, so she and I were friends. She asked me why I wore diapers. I told her that my system(?) was not right. She wanted to know what it was like having to wear diapers all the time. I told her that it was awful because of getting diaper rash and smelling all the time, plus a lot of other things I couldn't do. After school I walked out with her, but her mom was there, so I told her I would see her tomorrow. I thought about her all day long and up to the time I went to sleep that night. The next day came and Mom came in and changed me and got me dressed for school. I then ate breakfast and went to school, actually looking forward to school that day, but when I was just about there I filled my diaper with poop and it was really full. I saw the girl I met yesterday and I tried to not see her, but it was too late. She came over and said "hi." We started to talk, but I hoped that she wouldn't notice that my diaper was full of poop. She said, "let's go sit on the grass." I didn't want to sit down on the grass, but I did and I felt my poopy diaper squish all up and down and around me, how gross! She said, "You must have pooped in your diaper, I smell it." I said, "yes, I did?" "Who is going to change you?" she asked. "The teacher," I answered. When school started she said, "I wonder why we aren't both in the same class." All I could think about was my dirty diaper. I was began burning and itching badly. The ten-minute bell rang and we went inside. She said, "I'll see you later." I went to class and I had to sit while the teacher took role. I was badly in need of a diaper change. The teacher then came up to me and said, "come on, I know what you want." The other kids said, "it sure stinks in here, Diaper Boy" The teacher said, "Okay, none of that! He can't help it if he has to wear diapers!" She took me to the teacher's lounge and changed me. While she was changing me, she said, "don't mind those kids, they don't mean anything about it. If they just want to be mean, diapers aren't the end of the world." I sure thought they were. She pulled up and pinned my diaper on and plastic pants and got me ready to go back to class. At recess I looked for my girlfriend. She didn't know that I thought of her as my girlfriend, but I did. I then found her, so we drank a Coke and talked. She asked me if I wanted to come over to her house tomorrow and I said "sure," not thinking about my diapers and needing to be changed soon after school. When school was over I told her I'd see her tomorrow. I then went home and told Mom about going to her house tomorrow and Mom said, "Good! We'll have to send some diapers with you so you can get changed." Robin had a friend over that day and I was watching TV, so they came in. Robin's friend wanted to see my diapers and I said "no." Then they started to poke me in my diapers. I stood up and pushed them and went to my room. I started to think about tomorrow and seeing the girl. What was I going to do about my diapers and getting changed? I decided that I wouldn't drink so much tomorrow, problem solved. After school we got in the car with her mom and went to her house and watched some TV. Her mom then came in and asked me, "Was that a diaper poking out through your back where your shirt is supposed to be?" I said, "yes, that is a diaper, I'm still in diapers all the time." She didn't say anything else then. I could tell that I was wet, but I didn't know (?) (?). I wasn't going to ask to be changed and decided I would tough it out. We ate a snack, but I didn't want to drink that Coke, but I did. We then sat and watched some more TV before I went home. They went smoothly and I said "no problem," and we became good friends. At age 8 that girl and I were really good friends. I found out that she was twelve, which was why we weren't in the same room together, but we were still friends. We were at my house and I had to get changed. When I got back my friend said she'd like to try on a pair of diapers. I thought "Why would she like to try on a pair of diapers? Why would she want to wear these things?" I wanted out of diapers and she wanted in. I told that we would do it when she wanted to. She said she wanted to do it now but she was afraid her mom would catch us, but I said that she wouldn't catch us. We went up to my room and I got out my diapers so that and left the room so she could get in them. She called me and I went in and she had then up between her legs but couldn't pin one side of them, so I did. Boy, she looked odd in diapers. I helped her get the plastic pants on and she stood up and could walk in them. She said that she liked them. I couldn't imagine someone liking diapers at that age or mine, either. She sat on the bed and I sat next to her, but I had my pants on. Then Mom called and I answered her. She said "come here," so I did. I told her that the girl was in the bathroom. Mom said she was going to the store and wanted us to go, but I said I really didn't want to go and that we would watch TV until she got back, so she said this was okay. Mom left and I went back upstairs and told the girl that my Mom was gone. She said, "okay now, let's take your pants off." I said "Why?" "Well, you see me in a diaper, now, it doesn't matter if I see you." With that I took off my pants. We were both in diapers. It did feel better knowing that it didn't matter that I was in diapers. We went downstairs in just our diapers and we turned on the TV and drank Cokes and ate snacks. Two hours went by. I saw Robin coming up the walk. The girl ran upstairs and I just stayed there. Robin asked me where my pants were. I told her that I was more comfortable without pants, which I was. We then started watching TV and that girl came downstairs. I knew Robin thought it would be funny that I was in just a diaper then. Then Mom walked in, oh boy. Mom said, "What are you doing without your pants?" I told her the same thing and wondered if that meant that I had to go around in just a diaper from now. The next day I saw my friend and she said that she wanted me to get her some of my diapers so she could wear them. I told her that I would get them, but she wanted to go to my house right then and see if she could put on some diapers. I thought about why she would want to keep wearing diapers. We went to my house and Mom was there. As soon as I walked in she said, "you're back. Do you need your diaper changed?" I said "no", feeling kind of embarrassed, but the girl was there when I was just in diapers and Mom saw it, so that was that. We went to my room, and this time she got the diapers out and got undressed right away. I was just standing there, I couldn't believe it as I watched, it was neat. I helped her pin them on, which I thought was weird. I thought it was kind of funny to see someone in diapers that did not have to be in them. I just had to take my pants off and be in just diapers, too. She then peed and told me that she did. I couldn't see how she did that, but she said that I was lucky to be able to wear diapers all the time. Well, then it happened, I asked her why she wanted to wear diapers and she said they felt good. "Oh," I said, so we stayed in the room until Mom wondered where we were. She opened the door and there we were in just diapers. We were caught. Well, she was "caught", but I was supposed to be in diapers anyway. That girl sprang to her feet and was just in a diaper. Mom wanted to know what was going on, so I told her that I asked her to put on a diaper and she did so I wouldn't feel so bad. Mom made her leave and to take off the diaper, it was wet. Mom said that she'd call the girl's mom and tell her that she wore a diaper and wet it. She went home when her mom came and she was told not to put diapers on again. We moved later that year and I never saw her again. Dad was transferred to Minnesota, so here we went, moving again. Robin, Doogie and I didn't want to move, but we did it anyway. We moved on the way to our new home, and yes, I will still in diapers. We got to our new home, where Dad got transferred to Minnesota. It was summertime then, and the neighbors came to greet us and there were lots of kids. It was a big neighborhood. The school was about a mile or so down the road. The parents brought lots of food and the kids were with them. Neil Reinhart, Mike Reinhart, Rusty Hellenum and lots more. They didn't notice my diapers yet. I was standing there as we were being introduced, and then it happened. I pooped and my Mom said, "we'll be right back." The kids asjed their mom, "is he wearing diapers? Look, see?" As I was going upstairs Mom laid me down on the bed and started taking off my shoes and pulled down my pants and then pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. I was soaked and really messy. She cleaned me up and started to put a clean diaper on me. I asked her if I could please go down not wearing a diaper. I pleaded with her, but she diapered me anyway. I walked back down and I was stared at by all the kids. They now knew I was in diapers. Well, they thought I was in diapers, anyway. They came up and asked me if I was wearing diapers before. I told them that I wasn't, but my pants were bulging out a lot. After I had a new diaper on it was hard to walk at first until they got broken in. Neil slapped my butt and then he said, "yes, he's wearing diapers." So I told them that I was in diapers. Then the questions started. "Why are you wearing diapers?" "My muscles are weak and I don't know when I have to go the bathroom," I answered. Then they wanted to see my diapers. I told them that I couldn't show them or I would get in trouble if I took my pants off. So I lied, but I was really embarrassed badly. The parents then started to leave with their kids and I was relieved when they left, all except that people that lived next door and their daughter, who was still there. Robin was upstairs with her. Her name was Laura. I went to my room and listened to my transistor radio while the movers were bringing the stuff in. The only thing in my room was my bed and some boxes and my diaper bag from the car. I got more comfortable and took my pants off and sat on the bed and then lied on it with the headphones. Then I went to sleep. Robin and Laura were in my room and Robin was shaking me to wake up. Mom said it was time for lunch. I got up and realized that I was in just a diaper, so I ran as fast as I could into the bathroom. I heard Laura ask, "Why is he still in diapers?" I called out to Robin to give me my pants. I didn't know at the time that Laura was my age, well, a year older and was later going to be my first girlfriend there. I went down and ate lunch. Laura just smiled at me the whole time we ate, so it seemed. Later, the movers left and we turned on the TV when they finally got it in the house. It was then time to get my night diaper on. It was always bigger than the daytime diapers and my clothes wouldn't go over these diapers at all. I waddled down and watched more TV and then went to bed. The next morning I was outside and there was Laura. She waved and came over and started talking about school and stuff. Then she asked me the big question, "do you like to wear diapers?" "No, I don't like them," I said. She said I looked really cute in diapers and that she didn't mind the diapers at all, so I got a friend now. She asked me to go to her house, so I went over with her. Her mom was in the kitchen. She asked us if we wanted cake and milk, so we got some. After we went to her room and then watched TV, my diaper was really wet and said that I needed to go and see her later, so I left. That weekend my parents were invited to a picnic for the neighborhood down at the park next to White Bear Lake. Almost everybody from the entire neighborhood was there. They were playing baseball and I was asked to play, and so I did. I could hit the ball really far, but I couldn't run very well in diapers, but I did my best. It was then time for lunch, so we ate. Mom asked me if I needed to be changed. I did need to be changed, but I didn't know where to be changed, so we went to the car and I got changed. As soon as I got out of the car Laura was close by and I think she saw me get changed, but I'm not sure. We sat down by the tree and talked. She asked me if I wanted to go swimming with her and some of her friends. ALl of the kids were swimming except the little kids. I told her that I couldn't go swimming there. "Why, because you have to wear diapers instead of a swimsuit?" she asked. I said, "yes." She said, "Well, don't worry about that, nobody cares anbout that." I did. Mom said my swimsuit was in the car, so I got it and went into the men's changing room and took the diaper off and put the swimsuit on. The swimsuit was way too big because I was also supposed to be in a diaper. I tied it tight and went without a diaper on. Laura said, "I thought you were supposed to be in a diaper." I said I took them off so I could be free for once. We went to the lake and I was happy being in something besides a diaper and plastic pants. It was cool until I was sitting there and I wet and she noticed. She said "let's go back in the water." On the way she she told me that she saw me wetting my swimsuit and wondered if I knew I had to go. I told her that I didn't know when I had to go. We went back up and sat with the others. I felt like I was one of them, without diapers. It was a great feeling until I pooped right there. It went all over the place and when I stood up, the poop ran out and down my leg. I ran for the lake to rinse it off. My sister ran up and told Mom that I pooped in my swimsuit and was not wearing a diaper. Mom then called for me to come up there, so I did. "Where is your diaper?" Mom asked me. "I left it in the men's changing room," I said. "Go get it," she told me, so I did. We went to the car where she put me back in diapers. Well, it was fun while it lasted, but I ended up back in diapers again. She pulled up my plastic pants and put a new bathing suit on. My diapers showed over the bathing suit, so everyone could see part of my diapers. If I wanted to do what Laura wanted to do and go swimming, that I would have to go like this. I walked back down to the lake and the boys said, "there he is, wearing diapers under his swimsuit!" We went in the water and splashed around and had a water fight. It was then getting time to leave, so we went home. Chapter Six: When I Was Nine My sister Robin liked seeing me in diapers and she enjoyed changing me with Mom there. Now she wanted to change me by herself. She changed my brother's diapers a lot, but Mom said I was bigger and it was harder to change me and get the pins in. Robin had her friends over this day. One of them was about 7 or 8 years old and was in diapers, but I didn't know this at first. They were going to have a sleepover party. Neil, myself and one other guy were downstairs in the basement playing with my train set. The girls walked in and Neil said to Cathy, "how are your diapers, are they wet and messy, little baby?" I looked at Neil and he remembered that I was also in diapers. He said, "I didn't mean you, Gary. Just funnin' with the girls." Okay, but I wanted to talk to her, but that was a no-no because of the Code of Boys, "no girls allowed" at that age, so I didn't. But then I thought they were going to spend the night, so I would talk to her later. Meanwhile, I didn't realize how wet I was and I looked through my pants and I went to find Mom, so she changed me. She was upstairs in my room changing that girl, so I called for Mom. She said "up here in your room!" I walked in to find her lynig down getting changed. I really liked seeing her get diapered. Mom got through with her and said, "you wear diapers, too." I asked her if she knew anybody else who wore diapers and she said that she knew a boy in school, but he lived in the next neighborhood and didn't see him much. I thought this was a better place, two kids who wore diapers, so I wasn't by myself now and kids weren't going to make as much fun of me, I thought. She said that I was wet and I leaked in my pants. "Yes, I did," I said. She then went back to the girls then. I got my diaper changed. "Mom, there are two kids who have the same problem who wear diapers." Mom said "yes, now you can have someone to support you." I wanted to go and talk to her right then, but I had company, too. When I got back downstairs, Neil said that he was sorry about what he said to me. We went outside and played Army. He seemed to like diapers, I thought to myselfr, but I didn't ask him. He had a two-year-old sister and a younger brother, too. That night we were eating and I really pooped in my diaper and I got really embarrassed because there were so many girls there. I got up and felt that I really had a load back there. I knew I was walking funny, but my diaper was messy and I knew it. I went upstairs and waited until Mom got there. I was just standing there, so I took my pants off and waited for Mom. The door opened and the other girl was with her and I was in just a diaper with no place to go but there in my room. Mom said "lie down," so I sat on the bed and squished the poop all over me and the stink came out of my plastic pants. It was all over them and me. Mom said, "in the bathroom, and I will take the rest of the diaper off in there." So out the door I went, the girls were in the hall and I was in a very noticeable poopy diaper. I was stunned. Now everybody saw me in my diapers. How did they react to that I didn't know yet, but was going to find out. When I got out of the shower I dried off and peeked out the door. The coast was clear, so I opened the door and went to my room, and while I was standing there I peed on the towel and the floor. I called Mom, but Robin told me that Mom had left to go to the neighbor's house to get some sugar. Then Robin and Sarah walked in. I grabbed the towel and told them to get out. Robin said that Mom said it was okay if Sarah, who was eleven years old, could see me if she didn't mind. I then peed again. They told me to lie down, but I wouldn't, so Robin said she was going to tell Mom tgat I peed on the floor, so I lied down. They were both looking at me, I felt like I was about two inches high. Sarah then wiped me, and it felt good, so I started to like this a little bit, but not much. Then she put the diapers underneath me and powdered me and spread it out with her hand. I have to admit I did enjoy it a lot. She then pulled the diapers between my legs and I thought they were mighty big, but I didn't say anything. She pinned the diapers on and pulled up my plastic pants, I stood up, the diapers were not just big, they were huge on me! My legs were bowed out, and it seemed the waterproof pants hardly fit over my diapers. I started to say something, but Mom called and said. "time to eat!" The girls left at that time. I grabbed my pants and tried to put them on, but they wouldn't go over my diapers. I called Mom, and she said "Come and eat!" I told her "Come here for a second!" She asked, "What do you want? I'm finishing cooking up the food!" I said, "My diapers are too big! I can't get my pants on! I'm going to take them off and then come down to eat!" I heard Robin say, "he peed on the floor up in his room! Mom said, "don't take your diapers off and come and eat right now!" What was I going to do? I remember going down the stairs, and it was like wearing my nightttime diapers, but bigger. It was really hard to walk and I knew I looked funny, but I went to the table in a T-shirt and diapers. We started eating and the girls were looking at me and my diapers, as much as they could see, anyway. Sarah said, "Mrs. Coffey, I don't mind changing Gary at all. Anytime I'm around, I will if you want me to!" I couldn't believe what Mom said. "That would be really nice of you, thank you, I will let you if you want to." We finished eating, and the girls just kept on sitting there, so I asked Mom if she would change this diaper. She said, "Why? Is it wet or stinky?" I said that I didn't think I was wet. My Mom said to let her know when I was wet and she would change me. I wanted a smaller diaper, but I didn't get one. I got up, and as soon as I got past the girls, they got up and followed me. I went to the TV room and sat on the couch. I tried to cover my diaper with one of the little pillows, but it didn't cover much of the diaper. Then it happened again. Halfway through "Bugs Bunny" I messed my diaper and it stank a lot, but the girls didn't say anything, so I just sat there and didn't do anything. My Mom brought in some lemonade that she made with the sugar she got next door. She put it on the table, and the girls each got a glass, but if I wanted a glass I had to get up anf go five feet away and get one. Boy, I was wanting a glass of that lemonade, so I finally got up, and the diaper was still there, and I walked over and got a glass and drank it right there, so I put the glass back on the table and sat back down on the couch. Then Mom came in and asked who wanted to go to the store. I did, but I didn't want to go in just a diaper, but that was how I would have to go if I were to go with Mom. I hated when I had to go somewhere in just diapers. Nobody thought how bad that was except me. The girls said they wanted to watch TV. They always went to the store with Mom, but they stayed home that day. Mom left and Robin went to the window, and then came back and said to me, "Did you poop in your diaper?" I said, "no, I don't think so." They got up, all five of them. Sarah said, "let me check your diapers!" I said that I wasn't wet or stinky, but the girls started to change me, and we started to roll on the couch and floor. The smell was coming out of my diaper and I knew it was. The girls held me there, and Sarah peeked in my diaper in the back and said, "I don't see anything, but it smells bad back there." Robin said, "he's wet, also. We need to change his diapers." I said, "Wait a moment, Mom will be back soon. She will let me get into the shower and it will be okay." Robin said, "okay, but if she's not back in an hour, we will change you. Is that a deal?" "Okay, deal," I said. "Besides, Mom already said that Sarah could change your diapers." I can't remember her name, but another girl asked me what my diapers felt like and if I liked them. I said, "not good at all." All that rolling around got me really messy in that diaper. I could feel it up my back and all in the front, It started to itch and sting a little. I got up and walked into the kitchen and I was followed by girls who liked to watch me walk in diapers. I got a glass of lemonade and went back to the couch and started watching TV again. I asked Mom why she let me be changed by girls, and she said she didn't think it was no big deal, it was just help when she needed it. Mom also told me that she never thought about taking me out or changing me in places in just my diapers. I told her that I always asked her to take them off and let me play in just blue jeans. She said that I made too big of a deal about being in diapers. It wasn't that big of a deal to her and that my diapers were just clothes to her, but to me, they were DIAPERS! We sat there and watched The Roadrunner and "Leave it to Beaver", and the whole time I was getting more and more uncomfortable, but I didn't say anything. Then robin said, "Okay, time is up, lets get you changed." I said, "wait until 'Beaver' is over then you can change me, but I have a messy diaper." They all smiled, but I didn't think it was funny, but I was kind of wanting them to, but at the same time, I wasn't wanting them to. "Beaver" was almost over, then mom walked in. "Saved," I thought to myself. Mom had a bag in both hands and said, "okay, everybody go get some bags." I am just in a diaper, so the girls and I got up and they went out the door, but I went back to where mom was and said, "I really need my diaper changed, mom." She said, "okay, lets go upstairs," and so we went. I lied on the bed and she took off my plastic pants, and the poop was even on the plastic pants and the poop was well up my backside and I knew the girls had to see that, too. I was walking around the girls in this messy diaper and they knew it the whole time! Then mom said "up and into the bathroom, I'll take off the rest of your diaper in there." So I cleaned up in the shower and mom put a clean diaper on me and I got back in my oversized jeans and went back downstairs. I went straight to the kitchen and got a glass of lemonade and went to the TV room and watched it. Then Neil and Rusty and the doorbell and we went outside to play. I saw Laura at the window of her house and we waved at her. We went to Rusty's house for awhile. He had a little brother of about two years old or so. She was always in the way. We went to his room and looked at comic books for awhile, and I started leaking on the left side of my crotch. I said, "I need to go home and get some supper." It was a lie, though. So I went across the street and was almost at the door, and there was Laura. She, my friend Rusty, and Neil came to the door shortly after I went to the TV room, so we went over to their house and went to the back yard and played until supper. After supper I watched TV and then it was time for bed. Mom changed by diapers, and in bed I went. I was thinking about the girls changing me. Why do they like to do this? Boy, these diapers sure do get a lot of girls' attention, younger and older girls. I have to admit I kind of enjoyed them changing me, even if it was embarrassing. I then went to sleep. I woke up the next morning and Mom came in. I took a shower because I was wet and messy. I then got a fresh diaper on and went downstairs for breakfast. School was to start the next day, so we went shopping for school stuff, so Laura came over right after breakfast and I went outside to talk to her. She said that she heard that these girls changed my diapers yesterday, and I said, "yes, they did." She said that she wanted to do that when we were together, and I told her she could. Laura and I then said goodbye to the girls and went to find Mom. Laura said that I shouldn't care about my diapers so much, it was really neat that I was in diapers. She said that I ought to go everywhere in just a diaper and then nobody would think that I was trying to hide them. I guess she had a point to that, but just in my diapers EVERYWHERE? Boy, I couldn't even think of how to do that. We then saw Mom and went to the checkout and then went home. By the time we got back home I was really wet from two glasses of juice at breakfast and water at the store. I was swimming in my diapers now and Laura knew it. She asked me if she could change me and see me in my diapers. I went to my Mom and said, "Mom, I need my diapers changed." She said, "okay, let's go." "Well, Laura said she would change me," I said. To my surprise, Mom said, "oh, thank you, Laura, for helping me out." We went upstairs and Laura and I were in my bedroom. She said, "Okay." I asked her, "are you sure you want to change me?" She said, "yes, I do." Laura and I went up to the bedroom and I started to take off my shoes and socks, and then I pulled down my pants and lied down on the bed. She pulled off my waterproof pants and started unpinning my diaper. She then started to clean me up. It felt great and I really enjoyed it. She then powdered me and pulled up the cloth diaper between my legs and pinned it. Then she said, "stand up," and I stepped into my plastic pants. She pulled them up and I was diapered once again. She said I looked really good in diapers and she liked me in diapers. So I grabbed my pants and put them on and we went outside. I asked her why she liked diapers and she said she just liked to change them. I just said, okay." Laura's Mom then called her home, and on her way back over to her house she said "see you tomorrow and I will change you again. I thought about it again, why were just these stupid old diapers getting a lot of girls interested in me. School was about to start soon and we were off to school. It was the first day of school and I was not looking forward to it at all, but I still had to go to school. I got up from bed and Mom was cooking breakfast. I went downstairs and started eating, it was French toast, I believe. After we ate, Mom said, "let's get that wet diaper off and you get in the shower." "Okay," I said, so I walked upstairs and took my shower. Mom then diapered me and got me dressed. I looked in the mirror and it still looked like I was well- diapered. Mom said that she used fewer diapers than usual on me in the daytime when I was going to school, but it still felt the same to me, and so I went to school. When I got to school I went to class and sat down. The teacher then took role and said our names and then got us our books. When it was time to go to the next class and I went out in the hall to go to second period. I was there in my next class for a few minutes and I had to go Number Two at the worst time. It really came out and filled my backside up and it smelled bad. The kids were saying, "who let gas off?" My diaper was full and wet. I panicked and didn't know what to do, so I sat there and it was getting very smelly in the classroom and the kids were saying "it smells like someone let gas go," and I didn't. I raised my hand and the teacher knew what was wrong then. She said, "go to the office, Gary." I stood up and walked out. My diaper felt squishy every time I stepped. What a first day! The teacher met me outside the door and asked me if I needed my diapers changed. She then said "yes, I think you do, let's go to the office," and so we did. There were other teachers in there and I had to lie down on the table and she took off my shoes and pants. There I was, in diapers, and everyone of them saw me and smelled me. "What a great first day," I thought. The rest of the day was bad. I got home and told Mom I wasn't going back to school in diapers, no more, and I was going to start now, so I took off my diapers and decided that I would be through with them forever. I was tired of wearing diapers all the time. Then my sister walked in and sat down. I was not going to let up. "Mom, come on, take these diapers off of me!" I said. Mom said, "okay, tell you what, what if you stay dry until bedtime, you won't have to wear diapers again unless you wet again." "Okay," I said. She took my diapers off of me. Boy, was it great to be out of diapers. I skipped my cookies and milk right then and went outside with no diapers on. Freedom at last! I saw Laura and ran over there and said "Hi, guess what?" She said, "I see you don't have diapers on." I said, "Yep, I don't have to wear them anymore. Mom just took them off forever." She said, "Oh, but I liked you in diapers." "Why?" I asked. She didn't really give you an answer and she said, "I have to go inside, see you later." "Okay," I said. I went back home and Robin and her friends were watching TV, "Leave It To Beaver," so I sat down and watched it. I liked that show a lot. About twenty minutes or so later I wet my pants and the couch, too. I stood up and Robin and the other girl saw me. Robin ran to tell Mom and Mom came in. I went upstairs to my room, took my pants off and got some dry ones on. I took the wet pants to the laundry. On my way back, Robin and Sarah were there and then Mom came upstairs and said, "in your room." Mom went to my drawer and got my diapers and waterproof pants out. I said, "one more chance, Mom." She said, "no, lay down and take off your pants, so I did. Mom powdered me and pulled the cloth diaper between my legs and pinned my diaper on and slid my plastic pants on, so I was back in diapers again, they felt bad. I walked out of my room in just my diaper, I was mad. I went downstairs before Robin and Sarah and realized that I was in just a diaper and a shirt. Then Mom came down. Robin and Sarah said, "We will change him for you if he needs it." Mom said that would be fine with her. All I could think of was the fact that I was back in diapers again and I would probably never get another chance to get these diapers off again. How awful, I thought. I sat and watched TV with Robin and Sarah. There was no need to get my pants on now. Mom then said, "supper now," and I was hungry, too, but I was not going to give up on getting rid of these diapers. I didn't want Mom to put diapers on me anymore. I would let Robin and Sarah change me instead. I wished I could be out of them for good. Mom called "time to eat!" I waddled to the table still in just my diaper and a shirt and ate. After supper, Laura came to the door while I was watching TV, and Mom let her in. I didn't know that she was there as she walked in. I was startled a little as she sat right next to me. I looked at my diapers and I was a little embarrassed, and then I pooped really messily. It loaded my diaper, as if being wet wasn't good enough. Laura, Robin and Sarah all smelled it and they wanted to change me. I said, "sure, why not?" I kind of enjoyed it, anyway, and it was more comfortable to wear no other clothes with diapers on. We went to Mom and she said it would be great if they would change me. We went upstairs and got to my room. Three girls, all of them older than me except my sister were there as I lied down on the bed and the poop squished all over me in my diaper. Laura said "you better get off the bed and lie on the floor." Robin then said, "Mom has a changing pad that is plastic on one side." So she got it and I lied on top of it, which I always did. The girls pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper and said, "you sure are a mess in there." I said, "let me hop in the shower." Laura said, "no, I will clean you up." But I said, "no, I'll go to the shower," and so I did. When I got back the girls were still waiting on me. I thought they would be back downstairs. I said I was not going to put a diaper on, just pants. So I got my pants and went to the bathroom to put them on and came back out. They were a little baggy, but they were supposed to be for covering up my diapers, anyway. I went downstairs and Robin ran and told Mom while I was watching TV. Mom came in and said, "you have to wear a diaper, so go upstairs." I argued a little, but lost. Laura said, "I diaper him while you finish in the kitchen." The girls and I went upstairs and I lied on the changing pad again. Laura got the diapers out and Robin said, "come here." They were talking and then they came back and put the diapers under me and powdered me. I really liked it from the girls. It felt different than Mom doing it. Laura was a girl I secretly had a crush on. Anyway, she pulled up the diapers. They sure did feel thicker than usual, but I was really enjoying it, but more like I didn't. I didn't like wearing diapers at all, but this was neat to me. She pinned them on tightly and pulled up my plastic pants and then I stood up. They were the thickest diapers I have ever had on before. I said, "come on, take some of them off." Laura said I looked cute. "Leave them that way," and so I did. I could hardly walk. The girls were looking at me walk and they were smiling at me and they liked it. Why, I didn't know, but as long as Laura liked it, I was going to please her. We then went downstairs. Laura said, "let's go outside." I said, "okay, let me get my pants." She said it wasn't necessary. "Just go like that." "In just diapers outside?" I said. I have been outside a lot in just diapers and it was more comfortable that way, and so I went outside in just diapers with Laura. I wanted her to like me since I had a strong crush on her, so I did what she asked. I looked around and I didn't see anyone, so I was feeling really brave. We walked around the house to the front and there were boys playing football in Neil's yard. They all saw me and I ran the best that I could back to the house and I went inside. Laura followed me and asked, "What's wrong?" "All the boys saw me!" I said. "Don't let that bother you," Laura said. "So what if you're in diapers? I like them on you, they look cute and I really like to change you when you are wet." We then went back outside. Laura said, "let's go to my house," and so we did. Her younger sister and brother, ages eight and five, respectively, were there as well as her mom. I was, of course, still in just my diapers as we sat down and Laura's mother was trying not to stare at my diapers. "You guys want something to drink and some snacks?" she offered Laura and me, and we both said, "sure." "You didn't tell your mom I wore diapers?" I said to Laura. She told me that her mom already knew as my mom had talked to hers at their house when they were playing cards. "It looked like she was staring at me," I said to Laura about her mom. "Well, she probably wasn't thinking that you would just be in your diapers over here," Laura said. "You told me to just wear diapers from now on," I said to her. "Well, that's because they look good on you," Laura said, "and how else am I going to see if you are wet or messy?" "Yes, I suppose so," I said. I was thinking that I would do anything to get Laura for my girlfriend and I kept having to remind myself of that. As for the diapers, they really were a lot more comfortable to wear alone than with pants on, so I figured that it was okay. I guess I just wanted to be with Laura anyway. Her Mom returned with a snack and a pitcher of lemonade. We then watched TV and ate and drank. When "Leave it to Beaver" was over it was time for me to head home. I said, "well, I need to go home." Laura said that she wanted me to stay for awhile, so I told her that I would have to call my Mom and tell her. While I was on the phone my Mom said that supper would be ready in an hour. I told Laura that I had to be home by then. My diapers were really soaked and I knew that Laura would notice. She said, "You are wet! Want me to change you?" "Okay, let's go to my house," I said, and so we did. When we got outside, Robin and her friends were out there and they saw me in just diapers and they followed me. We finally got inside my house and Robin said, "Look, he is wet!" to her friends. I was really embarrassed, but I played it cool and went upstairs. Laura said to my Mom that she would change me. I filled my diapers on the way upstairs with poop and I smelled it. Robin and her friends followed us. "Sit on the bed," Laura said. "Well, I'm stinky now and I need to go take a shower, so I can take my diaper off." "No," she said. "I'll clean you up." I sat really gently on the bed, but the poop in my diapers still squished up my back and in my front. It felt really bad. Laura got the diapers and a new pair of waterproof pants, and powder, wash cloths and new pins to diaper me with. "Well, I'd better get your changing towel," she said. She spread it out on the bed, so I got up and sat there and lied down. Laura pulled off my plastic pants and started unpinning my diaper and then peeled it off. "Boy, you've been busy down in there, haven't you?" Laura said to me. I still don't quite know why she really liked me in diapers and why she liked to change me, but I was beginning to really like to be changed by someone else besides just my Mom and Dad, and Robin trying to help. Laura was wiping me down and it felt good, rubbing my behind and between my legs. She then spread the powder all over me and started rubbing it in. I felt so good that I could hardly stand it, but I didn't let Laura know it. Then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and pinned it on me and slid on the plastic pants. I went to the bathroom right away in my diapers and Laura saw that I did and told me. "Sorry about that," I said. "Oh, it's okay," Laura said. "I just about had the plastic pants all the way up. I saw the spot get wet, it was neat to see it get wet. You didn't feel it?" "No, couldn't tell at all," I said. "Man, you are lucky to still be in diapers," Laura said. "Must be really neat to be able to wear diapers everywhere." I was thinking why she thought that it was neat for me to wear diapers everywhere, I had to wear them and I wanted to be out of diapers. Laura finished diapering me and then I sat up and got off the bed. Laura was older than me and she could put diapers on me really well, but I wasn't able to put them on so well myself, and nobody could put them on thenselves, anyway, I figured. I went to the closet and looked for my pants and I put them on. Laura asked me, "Why are you wearing your pants?" "I don't want to be in just diapers in front of everyone downstairs," I said. "Why?" she asked. "You look good in diapers. Just put on socks and a T-shirt and take off your pants." "Okay, all right," I said. I really didn't want to do this, but I did anyway and I walked downstairs with Laura. Robin and her friends couldn't take their eyes off of my diapers. They asked me how they felt and stuff like that. I said that it was hard to walk and they were hot inside. Laura said, "let's watch TV with them. "The Andy Griffith Show" was on. Laura and I sat closely to each other on the couch. It was about 6:00 by then, I guess, and Mom called and told the girls that their mom called and they were told to go home. They got up and said goodbye to Robin and would see her tomorrow. They also said goodbye to me and were gone. "Great!" I thought as it was still hard for me to be in just diapers in front of kids, both younger and older than me. Laura and I continued to sit there on the couch and watch TV. "Andy" was then over with and Laura had to go home. We said goodbye to each other and would see each other tomorrow at school on Monday. I was waiting on Mom to cook pizza for our Sunday dinner, and Dad had come home from fishing. He asked why I was sitting in just diapers. I told them that it was more comfortable than to have pants on, so he said this was okay. The pizza was about done and Walt Disney was just about ready to come on, so we watched it while eating our pizza and then went to bed. The nest morning it was time to get ready for school again. Mom came in to take my diapers off and to get me in the shower while she got Robin and Doug up. By then I was ready to be diapered and dressed for school. I then ate breakfast and then ran out to catch the bus. We got to the bus stop and were standing there waiting for it to pick us up and take us to school. While waiting, Laura and I were talking. She wanted to change my diapers at school, too, but I didn't think that we could do that, and my diapers were kept in the teacher's lounge. The bus then showed up and everybody lined up to get on. I waddled on the bus with everyone else and kids were saying, "There's diaper boy!" and stuff like that. Laura came to my defense and snapped back. She said, "Why do you say that? Are you jealous and wish you were in diapers?" The kids were quiet then. Laura and I sat down on the bus and we started to talk. As the bus came to the next stop I filled my diaper with poop and I smelled it I knew what had happened. "Did you poop your diaper?" Laura said. "I think so," I said to her. "I smell it." I tried to sit still so maybe the smell wouldn't spread throughout the bus, but as the bus bounced me around everyone started to smell my poop. They said, "you need a diaper change. Did they baby poop his diaper?" Laura and I got off the bus and went into the school and I had poop in my diaper. We walked up the steps and down the hall, and I could still smell my diaper. Everyone was staring at me and I knew I was walking funny with the load of poop I was carrying in my diaper, in this condition, who wouldn't walk funny? I went straight for the teacher's lounge. Laura said she would get my teacher to come and change me. I told her, "thank you." The principal came by and asked me what I was doing up here and not going to class. "I need my diaper changed," I said to him. "Okay," he replied. The teacher got there and said. "You wet already?" "I'm not sure if I'm wet, but I stink a lot," I said to her. "Oh," she said. "Let's go to the nurse's station." I waddled down there with the teacher and when we got there she had me set me down on the table. The poop went everywhere in my diaper and squirted out into my pants. We found that out when she took my pants off and saw that it was all over the outside of my diaper and plastic pants. What a lot of poop! I must have really had to go! She took my plastic pants off and unpinned my diaper and cleaned me up. She then put me back into a clean diaper and plastic pants, but I couldn't wear my pants with poop in them. There I stood in just my diaper. Even my shirt was messy, too. The teacher took them to the home economics room and was going to wash them there while I continued to wait as I stood before the nurse in just a diaper. It wasn't long until someone came into the nurse's office and walked in and saw me in diapers. I was asked, "why are you wearing a diaper?" I said, "Because I have to. I don't know when I have to use the bathroom." I could not believe I was at school in just a diaper in the nurse's office. "When are my pants going to get done?" I thought. Two class periods had gone by. About ten kids, some older and some younger, had come by the nurse's station and saw me in just my diapers, how embarrassing! The bad thing was that now everybody knew that I was in diapers. School couldn't have been over soon enough for me that day. All the kids were wanting to know how it felt to be in diapers, now that I was grown up. I was wondering how much longer it would be before I was able to not be in diapers and be just like everybody else. I didn't realize it would take until I was nineteen to be out of daytime diapers and just be wearing them at night. It was lunchtime and I saw Laura, and she had heard that kids were talking about my diapers at the nurse's station. Laura said, "don't worry about it. They just want to be in diapers themselves." "Okay," I said. We talked and Laura said, "let's play after school." "Okay, sounds good," I said. We got home and Laura came over. Mom was changing my diaper and Robin let Laura in and told her that I was being changed upstairs. I was stinky and wet because my pants were also wet. Laura knocked on the door and Mom said, "come in." I couldn't believe she said that as I was in the middle of being diapered without her knowing who was there at the door. Luckily it was only Laura. My Mom finished diapering me and started putting on my pants. Laura said, "Gary, I thought you said it is more comfortable to go without pants on and be in just a diaper." "Yes, it is," I said. "You can leave the pants off," I told my Mom. "It would be better." "Okay," Mom said as she left my pants off. I sat up and got off the bed and sat in the middle of the floor. I said, "Well what do you want to do, Laura?" "What do you want to do?" she asked. "Let's watch TV," I said quickly, before Laura could say, "let's go somewhere," being that I was in just a diaper. Mom brought in drinks and a snack and we watched TV. For some reason my diaper was itching really badly. I didn't have a bad case of diaper rash, so I wasn't sure why. I went and told my Mom that my diapers itched really bad. She said that she would put ointment on the rash that was probably itching me. I asked if I could take the diaper off for awhile. "And what are you going to use to not wet on the sofa?" she asked me. I had to leave the diaper on. I went back in the living room and sat next to Laura to watch TV with her. We poured some more lemonade and got some more cookies off of the tray. "I'm not going to the park this weekend," Laura said. "I'm having some friends over. Do you want to come over?" "Sure," I said before I even thought about it. "Great," I thought. Now I had done it. "Her friends!" Mom and Dad weren't going to be here, so I said, "oops, I forgot, my Mom and Dad aren't going to be here." She said, "let's go ask her," so we got up and went to ask Mom. She said I could go, but she and my Dad weren't going to be back until late, and to go ask Laura's Mom. Laura said, "let's go ask her." We went out of the house and I was in just my diapers as we went over to Laura's house. I knew that Laura's Mom wouldn't want to change my diapers all day. We got to her house with no problem and walked in. Laura asked her Mom if I could come to the party and her mother said, "sure." "My Mom and Dad are going somewhere," I said. "They'l be late." Laura's mother said that it would be okay because it was a spend-the-night party and they would be up for a long time. I said, "okay." Laura's Mom asked me, "why are you going around in just a diaper?" I said that it was more comfortable and cooler, too, and she understood. "And they look cute," Laura said. We left back for my house, and on the way there I saw Neil and a bunch of his friends, and they said they wanted to play ball. "No, Neil, I can't right now," I said to him. One of the boys said, "yeah, he's in diapers and he can't run fast anyway, and besides, everyone would laugh when he was batting in his diapers and padded butt. He wouldn't get hurt if he fell." I was embarrassed, but I didn't want them to know, so I just said, "Yes, I'm in a diaper and I can't run." It was Friday night, school was out for the weekend. Tomorrow was the big party at Laura's house. I was not really ready, I was wondering how many girls would be there and how old they were going to be. I was doing my homewortk and Mom said, "supper!" I went down to eat and Dad asked, "finish your homework?" "No, not yet, almost done," I said. "You want to play catch later?" he asked me. "Sure," I said, so we did, and Laura came over and watched. We finished and went inside, got a snack and talked. It was almost dark. Laura asked if she could stay awhile. Mom said, "sure." She called home and stayed. We were watching TV and drinking lemonade and Coke. I was wondering who was going to be there tomorrow. About 10 or 15 girls, all of them were coming, Laura told me. "Oh oh," I thought. I was petrified that there would be so many girls there! I didn't let Laura know that I felt this way, though. So we sat for a second and I asked her if I was the only boy going to be there. She said, "well, one of her friends might have to bring her brother with her." "That would be good," I thought. Laura noticed that I smelled like poop and I did go, but I was not going to say anything about it. I was wearing my blue jeans and she still smelled it. She said, "you pooped in there, you're sitting in a messy diaper." I said, "yes, I am." She said, "well, let's get you changed." I said, "okay, Mom." "No, I'll change you," Laura said. "Let's go." We went upstairs and I sat down on the bed. She untied my shoes and she took off my socks. Then she unzipped and pulled down my pants. Laura said, "you are mighty wet, too." She told me to get up and lie on the floor. When I sat on the floor the poop ran up and around everything inside of it. I really smelled bad. It was starting to come out of my vinyl pants a little. She laid me down and pulled off my plastic pants, then unpinned my diaper and peeled it back. The mess was all over my front and I knew it was also all over in the back. She laid the dirty diaper down and went to get a washcloth. I asked if I could get in the shower. "No, I'll take care of it." "Okay," I said. I knew that I had to be a big mess because I felt it everywhere, all around and up my butt and all. She put powder all over me and pulled up the diapers and pinned them onto me, then she slipped on my vinyl pants. We went back downstairs and sat on the couch together and watched some TV. Mom came in and said to Laura, "your Mom just called and said for you to come home." Laura said "goodbye, see you tomorrow." I was not sure I was ready for tomorrow. I didn't know what was going to happen. I went upstairs to get some PJ bottoms and went to watch TV some more. "Time for bed," Mom said, so upstairs we went. Mom checked my diaper and said I was okay to go. I got in bed and started thinking about that party and the ten girls or so that were expected there. "This is not too good," I was thinking (but right now that would be good, he he.) The next morning I got up and went straight downstairs and turned on the TV to watch cartoons. Bugs Bunny and the Roadrunner. Mom wasn't up yet, and I sure could have used a diaper change really badly, so I decided I would change myself. I went upstairs and said, "why not? It can't be that hard." I took off my diaper, no poo-poo. I was in [?] and got some diapers out and put them on, but I couldn't seem to get them so that they would stay on, so I just put my PJ bottoms back on and went downstairs and watched TV until Mom up to help me with my diaper. While I was watching TV I went to the bathroom right there on the couch. I ran and got so [?] and cleaned it up the best I could. I went up the stairs, and when I got to the top of the stairs Mom was walking out of her bedroom. I got caught in the hall with no diaper on. Boy, did I get in trouble! I should have known better. I was back in diapers again really fast. I waddled back downstairs and felt that my diapers were thicker than normal. It seemed like it was harder to walk then normal. I had no pajama bottoms on, just diapers. I returned to the couch and watched TV some more. Mom started breakfast and had it ready, so we went in to eat. Robin, Doug and I, and Mom and Dad finished eating and I was back to watching TV again. Laura then came to the back door. Suddenly she was right there in the TV room. "When do you want to come over for the party?" she asked me. "We can go now and we can help my Mom and we could watch TV, too." I wasn't sure what time I could go and I would have to ask my Mom. Laura jumped up and went to go ask my Mom when I could go over. I was right behind Laura, and my Mom said to her, "whenever you and your Mom would like to." Laura said, "right now would be all right. Some of the girls will be there pretty soon anyway." "Okay," Mom said. I went upstairs and I put some pants and socks and shoes on. Laura and I then went to her house to get ready for her party and sleepover. It was almost 9:00 in the morning. I got to Laura's house. Her Mom said two of her friends would be there sooner than she was expecting. Laura then said to me, "you can take your pants off and get more comfy." I said, "well, maybe later, okay!" We weren't in the living room for 45 minutes, and one of Laura's friends came to the door and laid her things down. Laura then introduced me to her and said, "this is Gary. This is Debra, Gary." I said hello to her and then she and Laura went upstairs with her stuff. I just sat down and waited. They then came back down and sat on the couch with me. Debra asked me, "how long have you been wearing diapers, Gary?" I was caught a little off-guard. I said, "I've always been wearing diapers." "That is great!" Debra said. "I think you are lucky to be in diapers." "I am, yes," I said. "Look at all your friends who I bet some wish they could wear diapers." I couldn't see why my friends would want to be in diapers, I thought. Debra asked, "Can I see your diapers, Gary?" I looked at Laura and she nodded, "yes." I said, "Sure, when do you want me to do it?" "Right now," she said. "Okay," I replied. I stood up and let Debra see my diaper. She said that I looked really good in a diaper, about the same thing that Laura said about how I looked in diapers. I still didn't know what fun I was going to have and I really liked it when Laura changed my diaper, it was rally neat, but I didn't let the girls know that. I still didn't know why the girls liked me in diapers so much, and not all of them did, but a lot of them did. The doorbell rang and more girls showed up and they kept coming, 9 girls in all so far. Laura said, "Let's all go upstairs and play," so we went upstairs and started playing. They wanted to play dress-up in their clothes, well mostly play jewelry. I felt lost. I was the only boy there and I thought, "why did I even come?" Laura asked me if we could go downstairs and get some drinks downstairs, so we did. While we were downstairs, Laura said, "I got a good idea, Gary. Let's pretend you are a baby and we are going to take care of you." I really didn't know what to say, so I figured, well, it was for Laura and it wouldn't be that bad, I guess, so I said, "all right." We went upstairs and Laura said to everyone that I was going to be their baby, and so all the girls said that would be fun. "What will we be doing?" the girls asked. Laura said, "Gary, wait here a sec." The girls left and went downstairs. Laura came back up and said, "let's get your clothes off." "I'm not sure about that," I said. "The girls won't make fun of your diapers, I promise," Laura assured me. "Oh, well, all right," I said. I get talked into anything, I thought, so I sat on the bed and took off my shows and pants and stood up. Laura said, "Let me take off your shirt and socks," and she did. I was in just a diaper now. Laura called, "Come on in!" 8 girls came in on me, wow! It was such a shock at first. They all liked it, I was sort of damp, but not wet yet. Laura asked one of the girls, "could you get some of your brother's baby items?" She said, "sure." She lived two blocks away and she said, "be right back," and left. Laura said, "Let's see, I have made some things we will dress our baby with later." "Okay now," said one of the girls. "Why do you still wear diapers, Gary?" "Well, I'm not sure," I said. "Mom said I would grow out of them." "Do you like wearing diapers?" she asked. "No, not at all. I wish I could get out of wearing diapers, why?" I asked. "I like them, they look great on you," the girl said. Laura's Mom called, "snacks and drinks are ready," so they all jumped up and so did I. I reached for my shirt and pants, but Laura said, "you can go in just your diapers. "Well, okay," I said, and so I did. I followed Laura and went into the kitchen and the lady looked at me in my diapers and had her kid with her. He said, "Mom, look, diapers!" Laura's friend returned with a bag of stuff, and then we ate and drank. Laura's Mom asked why I was in just diapers, and she said, "Gary's more comfortable in just his diapers. I heard the other lady say, "he's mighty old to be in diapers." "Well, they don't know what's wrong," my Mom said. "They are hoping he will grow out of them." The party had started and another girl came, and now there were nine girls in all. I was thinking, "how many more? Will I be the only boy here?" Laura told me that there might be another boy here, I hoped so. We finished our snacks and went into the play room where the TV was. I was sitting on the couch and the girls were bunched together, talking and giggling, girl talk, I guess. They were looking at me off and on, and I figured they were looking at my diapers, too, and giggling at me for this. It was about nine in the morning and Laura said, "let's all go upstairs," so they left and I just stayed on the couch watching TV. Then Laura came up to me and said, "What are you doing here? Come on up!" "I feel funny in just diapers," I said. "Let me put on some clothes." "Oh, we will when you get up to the room," she said. "Great!" I got up to the room and the girls had all gotten on the floor. I asked Laura, "Well, where are my clothes?" Laura said, "Can we play house?" The girls said, "yes, let's play house." I started to leave and Laura followed me out of the room. She said, "we want you to play. All babies use pacifiers when they don't have a bottle," so she put it back in my mouth. I went along with her and I was having fun, too, but I didn't let them know just how much fun I was having, so the girls started to take my diaper off. Boy, they folded the thickest set of diapers that I ever saw and put them under me and started pining them on me in layers, pin after pin, tighter and tighter they got. Then they put the waterproof pants on and the diapers were so thick that they didn't cover the diaper at the back. I couldn't even walk, they were so thick. I think that was the idea, so the girls started looking in the bag for cloths to put on me. The baby clothes they made didn't fit good, so they were tight they had took their clothes and tried to make baby cloths for me to wear. They were girl's clothes, but made to look like boy clothes, but the cloth was different. Then one of the girls said the dresses would fit me, and before I could say anything, Laura said, "No! He's all *BOY!!*" I was so glad to hear that because there was *no way* I was going to let them dress me up as a girl!" Laura took a bag downstairs and was gone for awhile. I could hear the girls talking, saying "Boy, he looks cute in diapers," and one said, "I wish my brother was still in diapers. Boy, that would be fun dressing him up in diapers!" Then Laura was back and went to the bed with the sack, and they all came over with her and she bent down and took the pacifier out my mouth and stuck a bottle in and said, "drink it." It took me awhile, well, a few minutes to get it to work, and it was work to get a drink. They all checked my diaper and said, "he is just damp." I was thinking, "What was going to happen when Laura's mom got back from the store?" I guessed the game would be over. I really was liking it now a lot. The girls were having fun, but I think I was having more fun than they were. They said, "let's go to the playroom and play and watch TV." It was down the hall a bit. I could hardly stand up with these diapers on; they put them on too thick and I couldn't really walk good. They all said I looked cute waddling across the floor, so I had to sit down. Laura said that she wanted me to crawl the rest of the time I have to because the diapers were so thick. I could walk, but not good at all, so I tried it crawling. It was lots easier than walking, just not as fast, but it was also very tiring. I wasn't used to it, but we were just going down the hallway to the next room to watch TV, so I thought, but when we got there they had all kinds of stuff. They turned on the TV show and they all came over and everyone checked my diaper. I was just a little damp. Then they shoved another bottle in my mouth and had some brownies, which later on I found out that mine had 2 Ex-lax chocolate bars in them. they checked my diaper again and again. It seemed that's all they did was give me a bottle and check my diaper every few minutes. One of them would check my diaper, and it was just a little damper. I really didn't need changing. I could have wore them a week, I think, before they would have been wet enough to change as thick as they diapered me. Laura said, "Lets change him." They got the stuff-- the powder, oil, washcloth, diapers, new plastic pants-- and laid me down. They took off the sleeper thing, pulled down my plastic pants, unpinned my diaper, and pulled it down between my legs. Four of them lifted me up and they slid the old diaper out and the new one under me, and set me down on top the diaper and started cleaning me with the washcloth; it was warm. I have to admit it, even though all them girls were there, I really was loving every minute of it, but I just couldn't let them know it, although I think Laura knew. She would smile at me at times, like, "I know you like all of us girls diapering you." Then she rubbed the oil on all over and applied the powder, rubbing it all over real good. Boy, did that feel good, even if I was only 9. Then they pulled the diapers between my legs just as thick as the others were, and started pinning them on 6 pins on each side, real tight, and then they pulled my plastic pants over my diapers. Boy, what a diapering that was, and the whole time I was sucking on a bottle which they wouldn't let me put it down, but I really liked it, though I was getting tired of sucking. My muscles in my mouth were tired, but they wanted me to keep on drinking and eating a lot more than I really wanted to remember. I didn't know about the laxatives that I had at the time. The whole time the girls were patting my diaper on the butt and the front. they couldn't get enough of my diapers, it seemed like, and I was enjoying it, but I still wanted to be out of diapers like everyone else was. I was not to be that lucky for several years to come. I would be diapered all the time. My stomach was turning over and over. About that time 3 of the girls checked my diaper and I was still dry. Then it happened, I really filled up my diapers with poop. I smelled it and felt it run everywhere all over me in my diaper. It was unreal now, I was sitting on the floor drinking a bottle and sitting in a very messy diaper. Little did I know that I would be in a messy diaper most the night and also the next day. Every time I moved it was squishy all over and the smell was very bad. It had to be, I could smell it. Then Laura and another girl came over and said, "looks like baby messed his diaper," and they pulled back the plastic pants and looked down and went, "Phew! It stinks down there and looks real messy, too! We are going to have to change baby." Then I pulled the empty bottle from my mouth and said I might ought to get in the shower for this one and Laura said, "Yes, you might and shoved the pacifier in my mouth and they walked away went to the other room A few minutes later she came in and said, best I can remember, was, "Okay, come on," so I started to stand and she said, "No, you have to crawl." She plopped me back down and the mess in my diaper went everywhere on the inside of the diaper and some leaked out. Boy, what a stinking mess it was by this time. I was also soaked, but didn't know it at the time, so as I crawled I could feel that mess squishing around between my legs and around my butt. At that time felt gross, but now that I think about it I would love for it to happen now again. Even though I liked the girls making a fuss about me, I still really wanted to be out of diapers and to be like everyone else. I was in the hall down to her bedroom and got in there and sat down and waited. When I sat I felt it ooze up between my legs and up my front. I was really wanting to get out of this diaper bad, and the girls were just talking and giggling. She came over and laid a towel on the floor and said, "okay sit here," so I did, and then she laid me down. Two girls on each leg lifted me up and Laura slid my plastic pants down. The girls let me back down and she took the plastic pants the rest of the way off. She said, "you sure are wet and messy in there." They started cleaning me up and Laura's mom got home, so Laura wiped me down really fast and powdered me up and put a real thin diaper on me, and put one of my T-shirts on. We went downstairs and watched TV until supper. Then it was time for supper and went in to eat. I can't remember what we had, but I'm sure it was good, so we finished eating and got down from the table. I was just walking in the living room and I heard myself load my diapers again. The girls were in the living room sitting there. They were ready to go upstairs already. They said, "come and sit with us." I didn't want to, but did go over there and stood there. Laura and this other girl grabbed my arm and pulled me down and then I went "plop!" I sat in a messy diaper again. It was smelly and I couldn't figure out why I was messing my diaper so much. The girls smelled it and said, "you need to be changed." So we got up and started up stairs. Sarah said, "Look at that butt! It's all brown back there!" Boy, was I embarrassed when she said that around the other girls. One of them said, "He sure loaded them diapers up!" Something like that. I was really wet, too, so I was really uncomfortable. Laura took me into the bedroom and said, "sit down on the floor," so I did. I felt the poop squish all over my front and bottom. She got the powder and washcloth, and the diapers and a new pair of plastic pants, because the poop was all over the inside and outside of the diapers. She said she would be right back, and she came in with a bottle of apple juice. I lied down and she pushed the bottle in my mouth and I drank it. She pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. The other girls said, "boy, he sure is messy this time," and they giggled. I heard one of them say, "lets go get him another bottle." Then Laura's mom said that she was going to bed and said to keep it down so that they could get some sleep. Laura said, "Okay mom." They came in with another bottle and shoved it in my mouth. Laura cleaned me up and re-diapered me and I was good to go. I was still messing my diapers a lot. I finished that bottle and Laura sure did diaper me good this time. We went back downstairs to watch TV. I was sitting there in a diaper and a T-shirt drinking another bottle. "The Outer Limits" came on and the girls got scared, he he. It was great to me. They said, "come up here on the couch." I got up on it, which wasn't an easy thing to do, to walk in such a big diaper. I sat down and all I could see was my diaper, and the girls were checking me to see if I was wet. It was fun, but embarrassing, too. I finished that bottle and was watching TV, and Laura shoved the pacifier in my mouth and said, "that's better." "The Outer Limits" was over and I was tired, so I said, "I think ill go to bed. Where am I sleeping?" I asked. Laura told me I could sleep on the other couch here in this room, so I lied down and ask for a sheet or blanket. She got me one and she brought a pillow, too. I lied down and I went to sleep pretty fast, because next thing I knew, Laura's mom was downstairs cooking. I just lied there, but noticed that my diapers were loaded with poop. I knew I was really wet because all that I drank. The poop was all up and over me, and every time I moved the poop would squish and move around in my diaper. I was really getting uncomfortable. I wanted to get a new diaper on, but I didn't know how to diaper myself, only the girls could do this. They were in the girls' room way upstairs. I slowly started sitting up, and the poop squished all over inside my diaper. I have never pooped that much in a diaper! It was really stinky. I looked under the covers and the diapers were brown in front. I stood up and started walking around. My diaper felt like it weighed a ton. The stuff inside it was squishing with every step; it was really bad. I got to the stairs and stopped, thinking about what I could do. I turned and started back to get the blanket to wrap around me to keep some of the smell in and to cover the brown front of my diaper. I knew that the rear was looking bad for sure. At about the time I got halfway, Laura's Mom said. "good morning." I turned around and said good morning back to her. She then said, "from the looks of your rear and front of your plastic pants, you are really in a messy diaper." I said, "Yes, ma'am," and she said for me to go upstairs and she would be right in there. I started up the stairs. Every step I took I could feel the mess back there going around inside my diaper, and all around it felt really sticky and wet. I finally got upstairs. I was standing there and Laura's Mom came up the stairs a few minutes later and she went into Laura's room. Laura's Mom asked where my diapers were. The girls said that they were in the closet. Laura then stuck her head out the door and said, "Good morning" to me. I said the same to her. She then noticed my diapers. "Boy, you sure are messy this morning," Laura said. The other girls then came out of the room and also saw how messy I was. That was embarrassing! It was bad enough to be standing in just a diaper, much less a really messy and brown and stinky one. The cloth was brown in some of he front, but it was really bad in the back. Laura's Mom then came out and said, "let's go get you cleaned up now." At about that time I was ready, but I was still thinking why I was so messy back there. I never pooped that much unless I was sick. Maybe it was the late night snack that I had last night. I got to the shower and Laura's Mom to me to step in there. She peeled off my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. I was a mess all over! I stood back and Laura's Mom turned on the water and she closed the curtains. I washed off the mess and jumped out of the shower. Laura's Mom was downstairs. Laura and the girls were standing there waiting on me. They grabbed me and said, "we'll get you diapered," so they laid me down and got the powder and stuff, Laura said, "give me the diapers, you got them ready?" They were handed to her. She slid them under me and put powder on me and pulled the diapers up and put 3 pins on each side. That's how thick they were. Then came the plastic pants. They barely fit over my diapers and they stood me up, tucked the diaper under the plastic pants. I could hardly walk, I really waddled. Then they did that on purpose my pants wouldn't fit over these diapers. They put on a t shirt and that was it, except socks on my feet. Now that I think about it, that's why the did those things so I would be in diapers in full view. At about that time Laura's mom called "time to eat", so we went downstairs and we sat down. It seemed like everyone was getting used to me in diapers, but I wasn't sure yet. Well maybe they were not used to my diapers, but they knew I wore them and that if I didn't wear them it would be a mess on the floor or whatever I was on top of. We ate and then went into the living room to watch TV. We were on the second program and mom was at the door and she came in and dad did. too They went to the kitchen and had coffee and were talking. Laura walked over and pulled my plastic pants back and ran here hand in to my diaper to see how wet I was. I was just damp. She said it loudly enough for the other girls to here, "I'll change you later when you wet some more." We sat back down I said okay and asked Laura if she would think that I was not a date type, just a friend, now that everyone knew about my diapers and that just about anyone could change my diapers. Laura's mom called and said, "Gary's parents are here!" Laura said, "come on, lets change you." I was ready and we went upstairs. All the girls followed us. I was hoping it would have been just me and Laura, but oh well, can't win them all. Laura took my plastic pants off and unpinned my not too wet diaper. She just quickly put new diapers under me and pinned them on and pulled up my plastic pants. I stood up and put my pants on. These were just a little thicker than usual. My jeans fit over my diapers, but they were snug and I did waddle a bit. I went downstairs and got all my stuff together and mom and dad were in the kitchen with Laura's mom. I was headed toward the kitchen and heard them talking bout me and my diapers and why I was still in diapers. This was embarrassing me really badly. Wearing diapers was bad enough, but talking about me and still in diapers as if I were a baby is the way I took it. Laura and the girls came in the kitchen at about that time. I was still right out the door going into the kitchen from the den. Laura said hi to my parents and so did the other girls. Laura said, "I heard you all talking about Gary and him not out of diapers yet. Well, I'll be glad to help you change Gary anytime." The rest of the girls said, "yeah we had fun changing him during this sleepover. We all will help you." Mom said. "thank you all so much. If you are over here at the house you can change Gary's diapers." "How long is he going to be in diapers?" Laura asked. Mom said, "well, the doctors don't know. He might not ever get out of diapers." "You mean he might be in diapers always?" "Mom said, "yes." I have talen all this that I could take,so I barged in they changed the diapers subject. I'm thinking everybody will know and the whole world is going to change me. I was upset, but didn't want Laura to know I wanted her as a girlfriend even though she is older. I was really ready to leave, but Laura's mom said, "you all want something to drink?" Laura said yes, so I sat down to and we were there drinking and the moms and dads were talking. I just pooped greatly. What a mess I caused as I smelled it. Oh well, what else can happen now? Everyone here can change me, so I'm the neighborhood baby. I'm trying not to move around much. Maybe they wont smell me. Laura turned toward me as she was sitting right next to me and asked me what was I going to do tomorrow after school. "Going home and then not sure of nothing now." "Why don't we go home together?" Wow, I thought I got me a girl now, so I said, "okay, sure." She said, "great I'll meet you at the steps." Okay," I said. Now I was already thinking about tomorrow, me and Laura, man. Couldn't get no better, me and my girl, so I raised up and sat back down. I turned toward her more and squeezed poop all over back there. Laura asked me then, "are you messy?" I said yes. "Mrs. Coffey, Gary's messy, want me to change him for you?" Mom asked, "are you sure he's messy?" "Oh yes, ma'am. I have already changed a messy one of his." Mom said, "sure." Laura turned toward me and said, "as soon as we finish our drinks them you will sure be through by then." She said this like I was still using the bathroom. I was through, I think. The cat was out of the bag now .They all knew I was in a messy diaper, but at least I was going to meet Laura at the steps, wow. Now think where can you go with her, hmmm. I had forgotten about my diaper being messy. Laura would do it to me every time. She said, "okay, lets go get you changed." We got up and went upstairs. She said, "where are your diapers?" "Oh, I took them downstairs." At about that time here came the rest of the crowd. I was hoping it would be just me and her. Laura said to the girls, "go get his diaper bag downstairs." Three of the girls left. Laura pulled down my pants and took my shirt off and said, "you look good in a diaper, Gary." I said, "thanks for being nice." I thought, "hmm, she really likes me in diapers, but it would be better if I was out of diapers. Man, swimming, lots of things we could do." The other girls came back and handed Laura the diapers and stuff. The pad went down and Laura said, "sit down." I sat and my poop was squashed. The smell shot out of my plastic pants and the poop went all over me inside the diaper. It felt bad and good at the same time. I lay down and then raised myself up. Off went my plastic pants and then she unpinned my diapers and slid down the front of my diaper and slid the back off. She started cleaning me up and said, "raise up." She slid the diapers under me and got the powder and powdered me up. She pulled the diaper up and pinned one side on them up. It felt a lot thicker than the last one was, I thought. Laura asked me, "well, does it feel better now ?" I said, "sure does, thanks for being nice and not minding me in a diaper and all." She said, "no, I like you in diapers. You look good in them and I like changing your diapers." "Wow, you really like my diapers?" She said, "yes I do like you in diapers, you look quite cute in them." She pinned the other side and pinned the leg down there, four pins really tight. She grabbed the plastic pants. I put my feet up and she pulled them on and put my feet down raised up my butt. On went the plastic pants. I stood up. Boy, these diapers are little thicker than I'm used to in the daytime when wearing pants. I grabbed my pants. Mom called, "you kids got Gary changed yet?" Laura said, "yes ma'am, he's coming now." I then put on my shirt and put my feet through my pants. I pulled them up, just barely wouldn't fit. What I needed was for my diapers to be made little smaller. Mom called, "Gary come on, we need to get home, we have a lot to do." I'm doomed. I went down in just my diapers. Nobody paid much attention that I needed my pants on. My diapers were too big and wouldn't go over my diapers. I needed help here. Mom said, "thanks to you all," so did dad. I said, "bye, thanks," and left in just a shirt diapers and shoes. I waddled along the street and I got in the car. "Good, nobody's out," I thought. I was still pooping more than I usually did, and it was runny, too, lots of it. I don't even notice it like when it's hard. I felt it a little going in the diapers, even though I don't feel the need to go, though. Oh well. hopefully one day soon I will. We passed by the house and I said, "where are we going?" "Oh, we got to go to the store for some things we need, food and stuff." I couldn't go in like this. Then I blurted it out loud, "mom, I want to go into the store, too, but my diapers are too big and my pants wont go over them." "Well, then you decide whether you want to go into the store. You've been in there in diapers like that a lot. I didn't think it mattered, but if that's how you feel, then don't go. Stay hidden. You better get used to people seeing you in diapers, though. You might be in them forever. You know it is best if you get used to it now." Mom was right. I knew it, but I'm still the one in a diaper, nobody else has one pinned on him . so how do they know what it's like to get stared at and teased at all the time? It happens even in pants and there's still a big bulge in them. It's easy to tell that one is well diapered under the pants. Anyway you look at it, people know you are in diapers. We pulled into the store parking lot. Of course in those days they weren't that big. We parked and I said I'll wait for them in the car. "Okay, we will be right back in a bit." "Okay," I said. I'm sitting here in the car in a shirt and diapers and shoes. I needed to get out of these old diapers. Why couldn't I be like others and not be stuck in a diaper. I'm not free at all and it's not fair. I was used to being diapered, but wondered what it would be like to not wear them. It must have been nice. I just filled my diapers up from the back side. It smelled bad, not knowing I was also quite damp in there, too. A car pulled up and two kids get out with their mom and they went off inside. They were gone, so I got on my knees on the seat to get off my poopy butt. I still felt messy back there but not as bad as sitting in it. Those kids then came out of the store with their mom behind them. They stopped at the street where their mom started across. Then they ran up to the car and then they saw me on my knees in the seat in a diaper. Trey came to the window and said, "how come you in diapers?" "Wow!" the other said. "He pooped in them and it stinks in there, and they are wet, too, look." I said "because I cant tell when I go, the doc says he don't know much either. I'm stuck in diapers until I can stop going in them, I guess." "Wow man, I would hate that," the kids said. It looked like the oldest kid was looking at my diapers like something was strange about it. Their mom came up and the other two said, "mom, look! This old kid's in diapers!" Their mom looked and smiled at me and said hi. I said hi and she opened the car door and the trunk and the little one said, "yes mom, he's wet and messy, too." She came by the window and said, "are you alright?" I said, "yes ma'am I'm fine." "Are you messy? Smells like it." "Yes, my mom is shopping, they will be right back." "Okay," she said and then left. Finally here came mom and dad, so I sat down in the seat quickly before they got here and pooped went all up my backside and the front, too. It's squishy in front and back now. Now I'm really uncomfy, could use a change really badly. Mom got in the car and dad was loading up the trunk with store stuff. Mom said, "you smell like you are messy." I said, "I am messy, will get you change me as soon as we get home?" Dad got in and said "we are on the way home." "Good, I cant wait till I'm changed into a clean diaper," I thought. We pulled in the drive and I opened the door and got ready to get out and mom and dad got out. I looked around and saw one person down the street and I got out. I felt the poop moving in my diapers. Every time I moved the poop did, too, and it felt like the squishy messy stuff that it was. I started toward the door. It was hard to walk trying to not make it worse. It was a real mess. Mom said , "looks like you are leaking out in the plastic part of the diaper, you must be really messy. Get upstairs quick." I said I was headed there. My sister was there in the house and said, "you got lots of brown-looking stuff in your diapers. Phew, it stinks, you are sure messy. I smell it here." I started up the stairs, and every step the mess moved around in my diapers. I got to my room and I just stood there and saw myself in the mirror.My diaper was brown, almost the whole thing. Mom came in and saw me lookin at myself in the mirror. She said, "yes, you are messy, let's go to the bathroom. You can jump in the shower." I went in there, where mom dropped my plastic pants and my diapers at the same time. I was ready to wash off and mom said it was good that I was in a little more diapers than usual, otherwise they would have leaked out of the plastic pants. "Maybe I should get you some bigger pants to fit you over bigger diapers for times like this when you need them for more protection. Laura diapered me that time, she did it by accident I thought, but she knew I was going to do a lot. I showered and got out of the shower and went to my room and started drying off. Mom came in at about that time and started to get my diaper supplies and I lay down on the bed and she slid the diapers under me and pinned them and pulled up my plastic pants. She tucked the diapers in and I was ready to put on my pants and T-shirt. I went to the TV. It was different. I mean, I was dressed in just diapers most the time with Laura and wished it was just her and me there at here at the house. It would have been better. Laura and the girls were standing there waiting on me. They grabbed me and said, "we'll get you diapered," so they lay me down and got the powder and stuff. Laura said, "give me the diapers, you got them ready?" They were handed to her. She slid them under me and put powder on me and pulled the diapers up and put 3 pins on each side. That's how thick they were. Then came the plastic pants. They barely fit over my diapers. Then they stood me up, tucking the diapers under the plastic pants. Man, I could hardly walk. I really waddled then. They did that on purpose. My pants won't fit over these diapers! They put on a T-shirt and that was it except shocks on my feet. Now that I think about it that's why they did those things, so I would be in diapers in full view. About that time Laura's mom called, "time to eat", so we went downstairs and we sat down. Seems like everyone was getting used to me in diapers, but I wasn't sure yet, well maybe not used to my diapers, but knew I wore them and that if I didn't wear them it would be a mess on the floor or whatever I was on top of. We ate and then went into the living room to watch TV. We were on the second program and mom was at the door and she came in and dad did, too. They went to the kitchen and had coffee and were talking. We watched TV and Laura walked over and pulled my plastic pants back and ran her hand in to my diaper to see how wet I was. I was just damp. She said loudly enough for the other girls to hear, "I'll change you later when you wet some more," so we sat back down. I said okay and asked Laura if she now wouldn't think that I was not a date type, just a friend. Now everyone will know about my diapers and that just about anyone can change my diapers. Laura's mom called, "Gary's parents are here," so Laura said, "come on, lets change you." Man, I was ready. We went upstairs and all the girls followed us. I was hoping it would have been just me and Laura, but oh well, can't win them all. Laura took my plastic pants off and unpinned my not- too-wet diaper and just quickly put new diapers under me and pinned them on and pulled up my plastic pants. stood up and put my pants on. These diapers were just a little thicker than usual. My jeans fit over my diapers they were snug, but I did waddle a bit. I went downstairs and got all my stuff together. Mom and dad were in the kitchen with Laura's parents. I was headed toward the kitchen and heard them talking bout me and my diapers and why I was still in diapers. This was embarrassing real bad, wearing diapers was bad enough, but talking about me and still in diapers as if I was a baby is the way I took it. Laura and the girls came in the kitchen about that time and through the kitchen door. I was still right out the door going into the kitchen from the den. Laura said "hi" to my parents, so did the girls. One of them said, "heard you all talking about Gary and him not out of diapers yet. Well, I'll be glad to help you change Gary anytime." The rest of the girls said, "yeah, we had fun changing him this sleepover. We all will help you. Mom said, "Thank you all so much. If you are over here at the house you can change Gary diapers." "How long is he going to be in diapers?" Laura asked Mom. She said, "well, the doctors don't know. He might not ever get out of diapers." "You mean he might be in diapers always?" Mom said, "yes." I have taken all that I could, so I barged in. They change the diapers subject and I'm thinking everybody will know and the whole world is going to change me. I was upset but didn't want Laura to know I wanted her as a girlfriend, even though she is older. I was really ready to leave but Laura's mom said, "you all want something to drink?" Laura said yes, so I sat down to and we were there drinking and the moms and dads were talking. I just pooped. Great, what a mess, because I smell it. Oh well, what else can happen? Now everyone here can change me, so I'm the neighborhood baby. So I'm trying not to move around much. Maybe they wont smell me. Laura turned toward me. She sitting right next to me and ask me what was I going to do tomorrow after school. "Going home, and then not sure of nothing." "Why don't we go home together?" Laura suggested. Wow, I thought I got me a girl now so I said, "okay, sure." She said, "great, I'll meet you at the steps." "Okay," I said. Now I was already thinking bout tomorrow, me and Laura, man, couldn't get no better, me and my girl. I raised up and sat back down and turned toward her more and poop squished all back there and Laura asked me then, "are you messy?" I said yes. "Mrs. Coffey, Gary's messy, want me to change him for you?" Mom said, "you sure he's messy?" "Oh yes, ma'am, I have already changed a messy one of his." Mom said, "sure." Laura turned toward me and said, "as soon as we finish our drinks then you will sure be through by then." I was still using the "bathroom" but I was through, I think. The cat was out of the bag now they all knew I was in a messy diaper, but at least I was going to meet Laura at the steps. Wow, now think, "where can you go with her? Hmmm... I had forgotten about my diaper being messy. Laura will do it to you every time. She said, "okay, let's go get you changed." We got up and went upstairs. She said, "where are your diapers?" "Oh, I took them downstairs," I said. At about that time here came the rest of the crowd. Man, I was hoping it would be just me and Laura here. Laura said to the girls, "go get his diaper bag downstairs." So the three of them left. Now Laura pulled down my pants and took my shirt off and said, "you look good in a diaper, Gary." I said, "thanks for being nice." I thought, "hmm, she really likes them, but it would be better if I was out of diapers. Man, swimming, lots of things we could do." The girls were back handed Laura the diapers and stuff. The pad went down and Laura said, "sit on down." As I sat my pooped squished and a smell shot of my plastic pants and it went all over me inside the diaper. It felt bad and good at the same time. I lay down and raised myself up. Off went my plastic pants. She unpinned my diapers and slid down the front of my diaper and slid the back off. She started cleaning me up and said, "raise up." She slid the diapers under me, got the powder and powdered me up and pulled the diaper up and pinned one side on. They felt a lot thicker than the last one was, I thought, but Laura asked me, "well, does it feel better now?" I said, "sure does, thanks for being nice and not minding me in a diaper." All she said was, "no I like you in diapers; you look good in them, and I like changing your diapers." "Wow, you really like my diapers?" She said, yes I do like you in diapers, you look quite cute in them." She pinned the other side and pinned the leg down there-- four pins, really tight. She grabbed the plastic pants. I put my feet up and she pulled them on and put my feet down. I raised up my butt again and on went the plastic pants and then I stood up. Boy, these diapers are little thicker than I'm used to in the day time when wearing pants. I grabbed my pants and mom called, "you kids got Gary changed yet?" Laura said, "yes ma'am, he's coming now. I threw on my shirt, put my feet through my pants legs and pulled them up. They just barely wouldn't fit. Man, what I need is for my diapers to be made little smaller. Mom called, "Gary, come on, we need to get home, lots to do after we've been gone." So I'm doomed. I went down in just my diapers. Nobody paid much attention that I needed my pants on. My diapers were too big and wouldn't go over my diapers. I needed help here. Mom said thanks to everyone and so did dad. I said, "bye, thank you" and left in just a shirt, diapers and shoes. I waddled along the street I got in the car good nobody was out. I thought nobody had seen me, good. I was still pooping more than I usually did, and runny too, lots of it. Man, I didn't even notice it. I felt it a little, though, going in the diapers, even though I don't feel the need to go, though. Oh well, hope one day soon. We passed by the house and I said, "Where are we going?" "Oh, we got to go to the store for some things; we need food and stuff." I can't go in like this, I thought to myself, and then I blurted it out loud: "Mom, I want to go into the store, too, but my diapers are too big and my pants wont go over them." "Well, then you decide whether you want to go into the store. You've been in there in diapers like that a lot. I didn't think it mattered, but if that's how you feel, then don't go, stay hidden. You better get used to people seeing you in diapers, you might be in them forever you know. It is best if you get used to it now." Mom was right. I knew it but I'm still the one in a diaper. Nobody else has one pinned on them, so how do they know what it's like to get stared at and teased all the time? It happened even in pants. There was still a big bulge in them, to so it was easy to tell that one is well-diapered under those pants anyway you look at it. People know you are in diapers. We pulled into the store parking lot. Of course in those days they weren't that big. They parked and I said that I will wait for them in the car. "Okay, we will be right back in a bit, okay?" I'm was sitting there in the car in a shirt and diapers and shoes. I needed to get out of those old diapers. "Why cant I be like others and not be stuck in a diaper, not free at all, and not fair," I thought. I'm used to being diapered, but I wondered what it would be like to not be in them, it must be nice. I just filled my diapers up from the back side and it smelled bad, not knowing I was also quite damp in there, too. A car then pulled up and two kids got out with their mom and they went off inside and they were gone, so I got on my knees on the seat to get off my poopy butt. I still felt messy back there, but not as bad as sitting in it. Boy, I heard that one gush out. What was wrong with me? I didn't do this unless I was sick and I felt okay, great, except I was going poop a lot. A car passed by, nobody I knew. Those kids came out of the store with their mom behind them. They stopped at the street and their mom started across and then ran up to the car. Then they saw me on my knees in the seat in a diaper. They came to the window and said, how come you in diapers?" "Wow," the other said. "He pooped in them, it stinks in there and they are wet, too." "Look," I said. "Because I can't tell when I go. The doc says he don't know much, either. I'm stuck in diapers until I can stop going in them. I would have hated what the kids said, but it looked like the oldest sure was looking at my diapers. Their mom came up and the other two said, "mom, look, this old kid's in diapers." Their mom looked and smiled at me and said hi. I said hi back and she opened the car door and the trunk. The little one said, "yes mom, he's wet and messy, too." She came by the window and said, "Are you all right?" I said, "yes, ma'am, I'm fine." "Are you messy? Smells like it." "Yes, my mom is shopping; they will be right back." "Okay," she said and left. Finally here came mom and dad, so I sat down in the seat quickl before they got there and poop went all up my back side and front. It was squishy in front and back now. I was really uncomfy, could have used use a change really bad. Mom got in the car and dad was loading up the trunk with store stuff and mom said, "you smell like you are messy." I said, "I am messy." "I will get you changed as soon as we get home." "I thought, "can I wait? I'm really uncomfy big time." Dad got in. We were on the way home. Good, I thought. I couldn't wait until I was changed into a clean diaper. We pulled in the drive and I opened the door and got ready to get out, and mom and dad got out. I looked around and saw one person down the street and I got out. I felt the poop I moving in there every time I moved. It felt like squishy, messy stuff. I started toward the door. It was hard to walk. Trying to not make it worse it was a real mess. Mom said, "looks like you are leaking out in the plastic part of the diaper. You must be really messy. Get upstairs quick." I said I was headed there. My sister was there in the house and she said, "you got lots of brown-looking stuff in your diapers. Phew, it stinks, you are sure messy! I can smell it from here!" I started up the stairs. Every step the mess changed around in there. I got to my room and I just stood there and saw myself in the mirror. My diaper was brown, almost the whole thing looked like it was soiled. Mom came in saw me looking at myself in the mirror and said, "yes you are messy, let's go to the bathroom. You can jump in the shower." I went in there and mom dropped my plastic pants and my diapers at the same time. I was ready to wash off. Mom said it was good that I was in a little more diapers than usual, otherwise they would have leaked out of the plastic pants. "Maybe I should get you some bigger pants to fit you over bigger diapers for times like this when you need them for more protection," Mom said. Laura diapered me that time. She did it by accident, I thought, but she knew I was going to go a lot. I showered and got out of the shower and went to my room and started drying off. Mom came in at about that time and started to get my diaper supplies and I lay down on the bed. She slid the diaper up and pinned it and pulled up my plastic pants. She tucked it in and was ready put my pants and my T- shirt on. We then went to the TV. It was different, I mean, fully dressed. I was just in diapers most the time with Laura, wish it was just her and me there at her house, this would have been better, I think. It was bound to happen. My dad was a big wheel in the pipe industry and we were moving. That was part of the reason they were gone. He was moving up the ladder. My birthday was coming up, so mom and dad told me and the rest of the kids that we were moving to another new place. Here I am, fixing to be 10 and still in diapers and wanting to be out of them really bad, but looking back it was the fun days. I thought the world was ending. I found me a girlfriend who liked to change my diapers, and her friend also liked me in my diapers. I had her other friends, too. These were people who didn't care that I was diapered. Then there were those boys and some girls who made fun of me anyway, but I got it a little together. I called Laura we talked for a bit. She and I were going to see each other tomorrow when we got up in the morning. I then said bye and went to my bedroom. It was a bad time. My world was going downhill. Mom came in and asked me if was I okay. I was mad at her and dad and she explained that dad was going to make more money and we were going to be able to have more, but I said, "but I got friends that don't kid me about my diapers." She said "The older the friends, the less that diapers are okay because they are told that it's not your fault. It's something you cant help, and besides, this might be the time, because that you are getting older that you wont need diapers anymore." Then I pooped really bad and I was wet, too, but right now I was worried about moving and I was still wanting to stay here. The smell got to me and mom she said, "let's get you changed." It was feeling kind of squishy back there. I stood up and she pulled down my plastic pants. "Let's go to the bathroom." She pulled up my plastic pants after peeking at the mess, and so we went to the bathroom and she started the water shower and I got in. She pulled my plastic pants down. I stepped up and then she unpinned one side of my diaper and took them off and pointed the shower in my direction and closed the curtain. I was thinking what was I going to do at our new house, where we were going and if would get new friends like I have now. Man, this was bad. Mom came back and asked me if was I about through yet. I said "no, I haven't started washing yet. I'll hurry." Mom said she'd be right back, so I hurried up and washed. I turned off the water, dried off and walked to my room. Mom came in a few moments later and I dropped the towel and lay down. Mom put the diaper under me, powdered me and pinned on the diapers and got my plastic pants on. I stood up and got my pants, which all my life made bigger so that my diapers were able to get in them. I slid my T-shirt on and started downstairs. I went to the TV and sat down and pooped again. I thought for sure was doing that a lot more these last few days, months, it seemed like. The phone rang. Mom said that Laura was on the phone, so I went and said, "hi, Laura." She wanted to come over.