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.