Didee DiapeRS
OF BOYS
AND
DIAPERS
A Truthful Account on
How a Diaper
Seduced his
Bedwetting Boy
into Pooping and More!
PART FOUR
Chapters 10, 11, 12
The Diaper Revolutions
- II
Daniel’s sleepovers at Baby-Bro’s house had
become a habit over the last two years and every Friday afternoon his brother
and he would drive to the diapered boy’s place to spend the weekend. In a sense
he was luckier than Ethan, as he could sleep in the same room with Baby-Bro,
while his brother had to sleep on his own in the guest’s room, well after two months
of official engagement to Baby-Bro’s sister! But on the other hand he felt
unhappy, as every morning he would have to take his diaper off out of fear of
his brother seeing him like that.
“Why don’t you tell him!” would ask him
Baby-Bro’s sister, “He seems to be alright with my brother wearing diapers all
the time, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing you doing the same.”
“But he is my brother! I bet he would be so
disappointed! I really want to show him I wanna be
like him!” would come Danny’s reply, “And then what about Brian? He knows
Baby-Bro has to wear diapers, and
accepts it, but with me… he would think I went nuts!”
Brian was Daniel’s best classmate, the
red-haired nerd of the school whom everybody named ‘Brian the (nutty) brain’
for his love for mathematics and science. He was at first very recalcitrant at
the idea of meeting a boy of his age still in diapers, but he felt very much in
debt to Daniel, as he was the first boy in the class accepting him, becoming
his best friend and protecting him from the bullying of the lesser
intellectually endowed and envious kids. And as time went by, he had to admit
that that diaper boy was not stupid either! He quite liked him, actually – in a
way he was an outcast, like him, a member of a very tiny minority the rest of
the boys were not really comfortable with. And the boy did not show any sign of
growing! That was so fascinating! Danny told him he had not changed since the
beginning of their friendship, and Danny was ten then! Indeed both he and Danny
were now taller than the diaper boy, while one could see pictures of Danny
clearly shorter than him taken two years ago! How did he do that? Did the
diapers have anything to do with that?
Brian’s questions were shared by an increasing
number of adults, from his parents to the latest professor visiting their house
and asking to take the boy to a laboratory to perform some tests. Baby-Bro was
becoming used to this attention. He actually even liked it, as it allowed him to
meet more and more people and, most importantly, boys. And after his first (of
many) appearance in the Larry King Show, he began to feature in several other
TV shows. He received many letters and emails from
boys wearing diapers like him (though mostly ‘just’ night-wetters),
expressing their gratitude for making them feel less lonely and accepting their
diapers ‘as friends’, as he used to say during the shows. Of course, there were
from time to time angry, insulting or even threatening messages too – “I think
you more debil and retarded I ever seen before!” or
“You sick purvert! I sware
I gonna kill ya one day!”
The most astonishing letters, however, were those coming from the sales
department of corporations like Procter & Gamble or Kimberley-Clark, sending
him products to be tested and inviting him to their head offices to discuss
marketing strategies aimed at selling more diapers for boys of all ages!
Daniel, who had just turned thirteen, and
Baby-Bro would test the products and spend their nights discussing the
improvements to be made – Danny would measure the new diapers sent by the
corporations and suggest Baby-Bro what to tell them at his next meeting with
their R&D managers. Probably the fact that Daniel could not wear diapers
all the time was what made him more sensitive to which basic features of a
diaper could make a boy happier. And one could be sure that each of Danny’s
suggestions lead to an increase of the sales – maintaining the shape and
proportions (like the crotch width) of all diapers similar to those of real
baby diapers, the increase in thickness of the fabrics (he suggested the
creation of a thickness factor to be added to all series of diapers, so you
could now find Pampers size 7, 8, 9 and
“Geez! This diaper is really great!” he
said, after patting it for the thousandth time.
“You are really good at this, you know that?”
replied Baby-Bro stroking his own diaper.
“I owe it all to you, Baby-Bro!” said Danny,
clearly in a very emotional state of mind, “I cannot imagine what my life would
have been had I not met you!”
“Come in my crib, then!” said Baby-Bro, “I want
to make you a happy baby!”
And the 12-year-old had not even finished the
sentence, that one could see Danny climbing the bars of the crib already.
“You look soooo good
in them, Danny!” exclaimed Baby-Bro as he watched the thickly diapered 13-year-old
standing in the crib, his long legs converging toward the white bulge.
“I wish I could wear them all the time, as you
do…” sighed the diaper-expert as he lay down at the
side of his mentor.
“What’s stopping you?” asked Baby-Bro.
“O, you know what!” said Danny, “My brother! My
parents! Brian! Everybody but you and you sister!”
“Hold it right there!” said Baby-Bro, “I wanna show you something!”
And he got up and out of the crib, taking the
hand of the diaper fashion designer and leading him in front of the mirror, and
said:
“I want you to take a real good look at that
boy in the mirror… what do you see?”
Danny had never actually looked at his own
diapered image for more than two seconds. He found it difficult and would
usually prefer to look at Baby-Bro instead. He didn’t like what he saw in the
mirror – a clumsy teenager donning the most ridiculous bulk around his crotch
and hips! He looked away, frightened, and started to cry.
“No, no, noo!”
reproached him Baby-Bro, “This is your creation! I want you to look at it and
tell me what you really see, not what you think others would say if they saw
you! Besides, what do you think when you look at me, huh?”
“But you are different, Baby-Bro” sniffed the
teen-ager, “You look so natural in diapers, I could not imagine you wearing
anything else!”
“Look at how natural you look!” said the
12-year-old, keeping a firm grip on Danny’s hips so that he could not turn away
from the mirror, “I have never seen a more beautiful 13-year-old wearing
diapers like that! Look at how they enhance the shape of your long legs, your slim
waist, your tummy and chest muscles! Every girl will
think ‘That stunning lad must hide quite a nice big pecker behind that bulk!’
and believe me, every one of them will want to change your didee
to see and touch what you’ve got down there!”
Danny could actually begin to see now the
things Baby-Bro was telling about him, but there was still a huge, heavy doubt
hovering about his mind:
“The girls might not be the problem, but sure
the boys will! My brother!” he said, wanting to move away from the mirror. But
Baby-Bro kept him on the same spot and said:
“Baby, don’t you think he knows already?”
“What?!” said Danny’s heart peeking through his
throat.
“You are always saying you don’t want to
disappoint him, Danny, but – Geez! – wouldn’t you be really
disappointed at him, if he proved to be as naïve as you think he is?”
Danny collapsed on the floor in front of the
mirror and buried his face in his hands:
“I bet you told him!” he said angry, “Or maybe
your sister did!”
“You are being unfair” said the hurt voice of
the 12-year-old, “There was no need of telling him! Don’t you think he wondered
about your wanting to spend every week-end with me?”
“Well, he’s my brother, you dork! He may well
think I want to stay with him every week-end, no?”
“Yeah, sure” said Baby-Bro, sitting down at
Danny’s side and switching to a more patient tone of voice, “But believe me, I
caught him so many times looking at you while you were stealing glances at my
diapered butty! And while you thought nobody was
looking at you… he smiled!”
“O, God!” sobbed Danny, burying his face even
further into his hands.
“Danny! Danny baby!” said the 12-year-old
laying his hand on the head of the scared teen, “Nothing in that smile meant
anything bad! Quite the contrary! I could see all the warmth of a boy looking
at his little brother! O, I envy you so much, Danny! I’ve always missed having
an older brother, someone protecting me from the evils of the world! And he
must love you soooo much!”
“I love him, tooooo!”
cried Danny, surrendering to Baby-Bro’s embrace, “He’s my big brother, waah!, I don’t want him to think
I’m a loser! Wahhh!”
“He doesn’t, he doesn’t, he doesn’t, Danny!”
reassured him Baby-Bro, “I can feel it! I know it! I know he is so proud of
you! You are such a great boy to be with! You knew you were taking risks with
your friends in becoming my friend, and yet you did it! Can’t you see how bold
you are?”
“O, help me! Help me! What am I going to do?
What am I going to do?” asked the teen, and one could hear a scary mixture of
anxiety and confusion in his heavy breathing.
“First, we go back to the crib” said the
12-year-old in a very determined voice, as if compensating for the teen’s lack
of clarity, and he actually pushed the big boy back into the crib, switched the
light off and lied down beside him, pulling the cover on them both. Danny
embraced him so tight, that Baby-Bro thought he would choke him!
“Easy! Easy, baby boy!” he said tenderly, “You
don’t wanna kill your buddy here!”
But Danny wasn’t in for any laugh and kept
shaking, clinging to Baby-Bro as if he were a raft in the middle of the ocean.
“You love your big brother, don’t you?”
whispered delicately the 12-year-old, caressing his wet cheeks. Danny nodded.
“How would you think your brother would feel if you kept your inner-baby, a
part which has become so important for you and that you are finally accepting
to the fullest, hidden from him?” Daniel kept silent. “Danny, if you really
love him, you have to tell him! Otherwise he might think you do not trust him.
Even worse! He might think you do not trust his love for you! How do you think
he would feel if he found out that in the most difficult moment of your life
you had not turned to him for help?”
Images of a 10-year-old Ethan picking him up in
his arms when he was a toddler kept running through Danny’s mind. He couldn’t
believe the stories of his first grade school mates on their relationships to
their bigger brothers – always fighting, always belittled and mistreated by
them! His fights with Ethan were so rare, that they both never knew whether to
take them seriously or not, because they would never know if the other brother
was joking or not! And then his Ethan had never, never hurt him in any way! On
the contrary! Ethan encouraged him so much in following his interests! Nothing,
not even his parents’ advice, mattered more to him than Ethan’s approval to
know if something was right or wrong.
“O!” Danny cried, clinging even more to
Baby-Bro, “He would feel so betrayed!”
“You see?” replied calmly the 12-year-old, “You
know that. You must let him know, Danny! It is time!”
Danny nodded several times and kissed Baby-Bro
on his cheek: “Will you be there with me?”
“Sure, baby, that’s what friends are there for.”
The following morning Baby-Bro’s sister changed
for the first time both boys, putting them in the same kind of diaper they had
on during the night. It was Baby-Bro’s suggestion, as he thought that the
thicker the diaper Ethan saw on his brother, the sooner both brothers would get
accustomed to the new situation.
“Ethan” shouted the girl, “Why don’t you come
to the boys’ room to say good morning to them?”
“I’ll be there in a minute!” he gurgled while
brushing his teeth.
Danny could feel his heart beats increasing
every minute, though the reassuring presence of Baby-Bro and his sister at his
sides, holding his hands, made him feel stronger in all this.
Baby-Bro knew right from the start that Danny’s
fears had no reasons to be – how could a guy like Ethan be anything other than
nice? And as he saw the killing smile of his beautiful future brother-in-law
appearing at the doorstep, he gave a strong pat on Danny’s heavily diapered
bum, as if to say ‘See? I told you there was nothing to worry about!’
“Morning boys, you slept alright?” said Ethan,
kissing Baby-Bro and taking his quite big eight-years-younger-than-him brother
in his arms.
“O! Ethan! I thought you were going to be mad
at me!” Danny almost cried.
“Me?! Mad at my little brother!? Whoever heard of
anything like that!” he said kissing him.
“You don’t think I’d go steady with a boy for
three years if he turned out to be a monster capable of rejecting his own
brother, do you?” told Danny Baby-Bro’s sister with a firm, but soothing voice.
“I could kill for you, Danny! You know that?”
whispered Ethan, “You could have told me a long time ago, you
know that?”
Baby-Bro and his sister left the room, leaving
the two brothers strengthening their mutual bonds of brotherly love.
“So,” said Baby-Bro, catching Ethan on his own later
in the garden, “How do you like your brother in diapers?”
“Hi, Baby!” replied the smiling beauty raising
his head from a book, “You wanna know something? In
my mind, in my heart, Danny never got out of diapers.”
“Meaning?” asked the 12-year-old.
“Meaning, that’s how I’ve always pictured him
in my mind! Do you know what it means to take a diapered little boy in your
arms? A little boy clinging to you, smiling, trusting
you totally? I was ten at that time, but I swear to you, that image has never
abandoned me! After something like that you know you will love and take care of
that baby for the rest of your life.”
“Danny is lucky to have a brother like you,
Ethan!” said Baby-Bro with passion.
“O, no! No, no, no, Baby!” replied Ethan, “I, I
am the lucky one! I’ve seen Danny growing, laughing, crying, becoming
the wonderful person he is now! He is such a brilliant boy, but he is because
he has managed not to lose the qualities he had when I was holding him in my
arms eleven years ago. He has nothing of the sad cynicism affecting so many boys
of his age nowadays… Ok, I had to ‘encourage’ him with some money the first few
times he came here…”
“You WHAT?!” exclaimed Baby-Bro.
“...but he came of his own will pretty soon,
believe me, he really likes you, Baby!”
“Why did you do that? To buy my sister’s love? Or what?” said a very angry 12-year-old.
“Well, if you must know, I did it for you…”
“ME?” Baby-Bro could not understand where all
this was going.
“Yes! And Danny. I saw
two great kids, one of them my wonderful brother, the other one the cute, witty
brother of my girlfriend. Two great, great kids, but so lonely, I wanted to do
something for them, I wanted them to meet. I had to use the money-trick with Danny, otherwise he would have never come here in the first
place! Was that so wrong?”
Baby-Bro looked away from Ethan’s blue-eyed
stare. Actually, only a very naïve person could have thought that a ‘normal’
10-year-old would have come to his house without any… ‘incentives’.
But he knew also that Danny was sincere when he told him the night before “I
owe it all to you”.
“I know you meant well…” said Baby-Bro in an
almost apologetic tone of voice, “You actually did well, I
like Danny very much…”
“And he loves you too, Baby!” said the blue
eyes, “And I love you too, very, very much… You remind me of Danny a great deal
and when I saw him in diapers this morning…” Was there a tear coming out of
those blue, blue eyes? “When I saw him like that, I knew the baby I used to
hold in my arms had come back! No! I knew he had never left me! O, Baby, have
you any idea how thankful I am to you for that?”
“I only gave a little push…” said cheekily
Baby-Bro, “After all, you brother seems to need a little push from time to
time…” referring to Ethan’s bribing Danny to become his friend.
“You cheeky… you!” laughed Ethan, “You are
something, you know that?”
The two boys remained in silence for few
minutes, looking at each other from time to time, smiling. Baby-Bro felt the
irresistible urge to say something to Danny’s brother, but each time he was
going to open his mouth he looked away, blushing.
“What is it, Baby?” asked Ethan, smiling, “Are
you chewing a gum or do you want to tell me something?”
“O, Ethan, I wished you were my brother too! I
love you!” There, he said it, no coming back now! The 21-one-year-old took his
hands in his own:
“Do you think I would have ever trusted my little
brother to a boy I did not love as much as I love you? Besides, I’m your
brother-in-law to be – take the ‘in-law’ part away, that makes us brothers, right?”
“Right!” shouted Baby-Bro jumping at his neck.
“So” said Ethan kissing the boy’s cheek, “Will
you tell me your name now that we’re brothers?”
“O, you know the answer to that!” replied the
cheeky diaper boy.
A couple of months later, Brian’s reaction to a
diapered Danny was even more astonishing than Ethan’s:
“So, I guess I’m the next on the line, huh?”
causing in Baby-Bro and Danny the most hysteric laughter. Brian did not
actually even try to wear a diaper for the following months, “I might like them
too much!” he would say, but Baby-Bro managed to involve him in the biggest
challenge his famous brain ever came across: Turning all the boys of Earth into
hopeless wetters and poopers. Brian the brain married
the cause and, being the serious scientist he was already, he tried all methods
he would come up with on himself! One could have not imagined a happier
14-year-old, the day he barged into Baby-Bro’s room shouting “I wet the bed! I
wet the bed! I wet my f***ing beeeed!”,
taking the boys and dancing with them in circles, celebrating one of his greatest
successes: the pee-pill, a powerful mixture of melathonine,
diphenhydramine, baclofen,
diuretic hormone and a very tiny bit of clozapine
(the pee-pill had not to be used for more than a couple of weeks). He had
already written, with the help of the other two boys, some of the best hypnotic
scripts ever, though their distribution was quite problematic – even if they
found a movie producer allowing the hypnotic text to be added subliminally to
the soundtrack, it was impossible to find a way of inducing boys to go to see
the same movie for days and days. Besides, the text might have worked on girls,
too! But the pee-pill had the advantage of working faster, much faster! But how
could you have all the boys, and only the boys, taking it? Not to mention that
P&G and K-C would have been too scared by the side effects of clozapine to take the risk of investing into further
research.
“Boys, you are putting too much energy into
looking at one side of the coin only!” said Baby-Cuz
while on visit one day. The three older boys were still debating on how to get
the pee-pills in the water supply of the football training camp, a place where
one could be sure the majority of those who drank water were boys. What should
be the ideal dosage? For how long?
“How do you mean, Cuz?”
said Baby-Bro.
“Turning all boys of the world into wetting and
pooping babies is not just about the boys of your age now. There is a generation of baby boys growing up in this very
moment and what you want is to convince their parents never to potty-train
them! In that way you won’t need any chemicals or hypnotic CDs or anything
else. I mean, look at me! I never got out of diapers and that’s all it took to
make me incontinent. Think about it!”
Baby-Cuz was right,
of course. The three older boys exchanged looks and Brian said:
“Maybe if we concentrate for a while on what
your cousin has just said, we will be able to come back in a few months to our
present problems with teens and pre-teens with a fresher perspective.”
“Yeah, Cuz is right!”
agreed Danny, rubbing the 8-year-old’s hair and prompting him to fake a fight
with him.
“Ok” said Baby-Bro, “But if we want to convince
parents to leave their toddlers in diapers for ever, we need a lot of help… ehm… we have to prove that for a boy being in diapers is
better than being potty trained. But it must be real proof, not just a clever
advertising campaign, though that will have to come too, and I’m sure the
corporations will help with that. By the way, I want the three of you to meet
these people – it is not fair for me to take all the merits of what we’ve done
until now. I’m gonna arrange an appointment for the
four of us, our parents and a few lawyers with the CEOs
of those two companies! Danny, how is Ethan doing with his social science
studies?”
“O, he loves that stuff so much he couldn’t be
anything but the best! Especially the statistics!”
“Good, we will need his help!”
Baby-Bro was a born organiser and leader. He had
managed to convince even Brian’s most doubtful parents – the prospects of the
money to be made was simply too mind-boggling and sending Brian to the best
university of the country would become a certainty instead of a dream. The deal
agreed with both corporations, which were about to merge into one in the following
months, left the corporate accountants crying like babies, though Danny would
prove soon after the huge amount of money they were worth by designing the
‘sky-pooper’, a diaper portraying a blue sky scattered with a few white fluffy
clouds sold under the trade name of “Sky Dreamers”. It was the swimmer version
of the diaper which made it so popular among boys of all ages (they even made
size 11!). The increase of its sales by 117% in two months was enough for the
four boys to get their own apartment-offices right below those of the two
companies CEOs. But Brian did not stay hands in hand
either – and a couple of months after the signature of the deal, he produced
‘The’ baby-cream, an amazing ointment whose incredibly sweet smell was
addictive for children and adults alike. It came in two versions, one for girls
and one for boys and the skin-protecting properties of the latter were matched
only by its slightly de-sensitizing effects on the skin nerve receptors, making
sure the boy wouldn’t be able to tell whether he was dry, wet or pooped – the
first real blow against any attempt of successful potty-training for boys!
Ethan’s involvement in the
adventure, meant weeks of data collection, analysis and correlation. Interestingly enough, someone else
was doing the same kind of research at the same time and the results made more
that one person very, very worried, if not downright unhappy… The statistics of
the last eighteen months – i.e. since Baby-Bro’s first appearance on TV –
showed a number of trends which, however unrelated at a first glance, were nonetheless evolving in parallel or opposite direction.
An increase in the sales of diapers for older boys was a pretty obvious thing
to expect. But a corresponding decrease in the sales of knives and guns or in
drug consumption! And the declining slope in the crime
rate! And the reduction in the number of hours spent in front of a TV set or a
computer together with an improvement in the school marks in those areas where
the diapers sold the most! The drop in ADHD cases! Ethan was so affected by
these first tentative analyses that he even tried simulations on the computer
at his college, with amazing results! Now that was real evidence that diapers
had positive effects on boys! He could already imagine school authorities,
women’s right movements, parents associations, MDs and maybe even churches
building an alliance fighting against potty-training for boys all over the
world!
However, his own enthusiasm notwithstanding, he
did his best to keep the four boys with their feet on the ground – he was a
serious researcher and knew perfectly well that eighteen months of data was not
enough to build the strongest case for keeping boys in diapers all their life.
Three years of data, very circumstantiated, area by area, should have been the
very minimum for that.
“Show this to the corporations, but only for
planning purposes. It is still too early to come out publicly with that!” was
his piece of advice to the boys.
As often is the case in life, however,
something unforeseen forces you to play in advance the cards you were sparing
for the future. Not long after the boys went to P&G and K-C with the most
precious information, one could read an article sponsored by the National Gun Association
in the main national newspapers: ‘Is someone trying to raise a nation of people
unable to defend themselves?’ read the title. ‘There might be corporations out
there wanting you to believe that keeping your boys in diapers lowers their
chances to become violent people. But can one seriously think for a moment that
a diapered boy is the best raw material for making future husbands capable of
protecting their families or soldiers defending their country?’
“The die is cast, Ethan” said an adumbrated
Baby-Bro, “The next time I’m going to feature on a TV show, someone is bound to
ask me these questions and I must have believable answers ready.”
“I know” sighed Ethan,
while driving the boy home, “We’ll have to make with what we have in the most
convincing way. They must have conducted the same research, the NGA and who
knows who else. I can see this whole thing turning into something very, very
nasty. You sure you wanna go ahead? The interests you
are touching are huge! People are ready to kill for much, much less!”
And for the first time since his pact with Didee, the 12-year-old had the feeling his eternally young
appearance was just an optical illusion. Inside he felt older, much older.
“Don’t mention any of this conversation to the
other boys, certainly not to Cuzzy” he said to Ethan
while getting off the car, “I need to talk to someone.”
“Baby-Bro!” said his sister opening the front door,
“Guess who has come to spend the night with us…”
A Time to Love and a
Time to Diaper
“Baby-Sir!” shouted the cousins as the diaper prince
and a woman materialised in Ethan’s and Danny’s apartment.
“Hi, everybody!” said Baby-Sir, “This is Reena, my new personal… ehm…
assistant”
“Look at those cutie baby-friends of yours, ha,
ha!” laughed a black woman in her thirties. She was so big! And taller than Cirroc!
“Looks like our Baby-Sir went for a real mama…”
whispered Ethan to Baby-Bro, who fell in love with Baby-Sir’s new ‘assistant’
instantly.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am!” shouted Baby-Cuz, who shared his cousin’s impression about the lady,
“I’m Baby-Cuz!”
“O!” she said approaching the 8-year-old boy
and taking him in her big arms, “So, you are the famous Baby-Cuzzy? Who would have said that the model of those statues
was such a cute baby boy, ha, ha!”
“And what do we have here?” she said turning to
Danny and Ethan, but still keeping Cuzzy in her arms,
“Two babies who think they are big, big boys, but still need a very thi-cky didee on their butties, huh? Ha, ha!”
“Yes, ma’am, you got the picture right. I’m
Ethan” smiled the 24-year-old, quickly raising his eyebrows a couple of times in
his irresistible way.
“Oooo!” she said, “I
can see hoards of crazy little mommies pushin’ each
other out of the way and hopin’ to be the first to
change your wet didee, huh? Ha, ha,
ha!!”
“He is a killer, ma’am!” said Danny, “I’m his
brother, Danny!”
“O!” she cooed, kissing Cuzzy
and putting him down on the floor, “Danny baby! Ha, ha! Well, your brother
might be a lady-killer, but I can tell you are the one makin’
all boys happy with this new diaper of yours! How do you call it?”
“It’s called…” said Danny blushing, “p…
poop-eater”
The fat woman almost fell out of laughter: “Pooooooooop-eeeeaaaaaaaaater?! Ha, ha,
ha!”
Her laughter was simply too contagious and all
the boys found themselves crying their eyes out and holding their aching
tummies.
“O, Danny baby!” she said, finally recovering
her breath, “You know babies better than a big fat mama like myself! Ha, ha, ha!”
“Hi…” said Baby-Bro, shyly, “I’m…”
The huge woman lowered herself to have her own
face at the height of the 12-year-old’s.
“I know who you are, little Baby-Bro” she said
with such a sweet and cooing voice, that Baby-Bro thought he could cry of joy,
“That black mama’s baby over there never stops talkin’
about you whenever I change his poopy didee…”
“He doesn’t?” asked Baby-Bro smiling at him.
One could tell by the embarrassed look of Cirroc’s face, that all he wished was to be beamed back up
to the ship again!
“By the way, baby boy!” she said to Cirroc in a voice which wouldn’t take ‘No’ for an answer,
“Take off that fancy little-boy space-pyjama of yours! There is no need to
pretend you are a big boy here! All your baby friends are wearin’
just their didees and you don’t wanna
be impolite!”
Baby-Sir looked at the ceiling, sighing, but
proceeded as his mama commanded. Looking at that big boy behaving like a young
foal on the line between rebellion and obedience was a show Baby-Bro and the
other boys would have not missed for the world! He looked so irresistibly cute!
Baby-Bro could not stop wondering why the diaper-prince had changed his tastes
for girls so dramatically. Did he have enough of young sex-bombs swallowing his
banana or riding it? Was he looking for something touching deeper chords of his
soul? And suddenly Baby-Bro had this very neat mental image of this big
beautiful boy, always in charge on the ship, always on duty, nestling on this
big mama’s lap after a diaper change and sucking one of her huge tits! Poor
Baby-Sir! The responsibility of a ship on his shoulders, all those young girls
wanting him to be a stud, the two cousins looking for protection at the sides
of his tall body… ‘How selfish of me!’ thought Baby-Bro, ‘How could I not see that
Cirroc is a baby no less than Cuz
or me! How could I be so blind and ignore his need for
someone taking care of him, someone making him feel loved and protected like
the cute little baby he is!’
“Why, Danny baby!” exclaimed Reena, “Let’s have one of those, ha, ha!,
poop-eaters for my baby boy to try!”
“You won’t recognise him, ma’am!” said Danny
full of pride, “You can go to my room to change him.”
“Since when do babies have to be changed in private
rooms on Diaper world? Is this a new regulation or somethin’?”
said Reena as if someone had just told her the most
absurd thing.
“O…” hesitated Danny, “I just thought that
since he is… the ship commander…”
“Well, baby, he might command a ship, but I’m
the one who commands when and where his diapered butty
needs some cleanin’!”
“Mama… ehm, Reena!” pleaded an over-embarrassed Cirroc.
“You lie down on that table right now, young
man! While Danny here brings one of his nice new diapers!”
Raising objections to whatever Reena said was simply impossible, particularly if you were
a boy standing in front of her wearing just a wet diaper. And all the boys were
certain by then, that Baby-Sir was only the first one in the row…
“Danny baby!” called Reena
while the 16-year-old was in his room, “You may as well bring four more diapers
– I don’t wanna my boy be the only one wearin’ a clean didee around
here!”
Danny came back with five diapers and a box of
wipes, rightly taking into account that Baby-Sir’s replicated diaper could not
possibly have absorbed the boy’s poop, and a blushing diaper-prince prepared
for a diaper change in front of four boys – it was the first time after
centuries!
How many diaper changes had the boys
experienced in their lives? Half a million? Less? More? And yet as Baby-Sir’s
mama opened his diaper the four diapered spectators thought they would die!
“Geez, Sirry!” exclaimed Cuz pinching
his own nose, “That’s a weapon of mass destruction!”
“O” cooed the fat mama, “It’s that replicated
food my baby has been eatin’ for all these months!
But here we will have some real veggies and good food, won’t we, little baby?”
She lifted the boy’s legs with one hand as if
they weighed hundred grams each and began to wipe off the appalling mess on his
bum. One could tell Baby-Sir was at least relieved to have his long legs
covering his face, while a horrified crowd watched the detestable mixture of
stool pieces suspended in a dark brown gooey, almost runny stuff leaking along
his crack. Danny held the bin in which Reena dropped
the wipes as if it were a nuclear waste container. And yet, little by little,
the firm buttocks of the young prince began to shine in their splendour again, revealing
the most beautiful elongated, powerful hole at their centre, a hole so nice and
cheeky at the same time that they all could imagine it saying ‘What you are
looking at, boys?’.
“Who would have said that there was a cute little
baby bum under all that mess!” cooed Reena. As a
matter of fact, especially after the horrible bin with its toxic waste had disappeared,
all boys had to admit that Baby-Sir’s beauty could drive crazy girls and boys
alike, particularly when looking at his proud boyhood ready to take off like a
rocket! Baby-Sir himself was happy to be at the centre of the general attention
thanks to his amazing companion rather than to his most offensive poop. He lied
with his hands behind his nape, enjoying the electrical glances the other boys stole
at his big, but slender friend, knowing the violence they had to use on
themselves to resist touching it in front of his mama.
“Here comes the didee for my baby!” cooed Reena,
lifting Cirroc’s legs once more and laying the diaper
underneath him. The sudden softness below his buttock made him jerk.
“Wow!” he said, “Danny, they were…were…” his
voice sounded younger and younger, “wight ‘bout yo… goo, goo,
goo! Di-deeee!”
As mama sealed the diaper on him (in female hands the poop-eater was usually
less prone to automatic folding and sealing), he began to babble like a very,
very little baby. He rocked back and forth, keeping his legs high, his feet
plants against each other, patting and caressing the amazingly soft and smooth
diaper, and as the poop-eater responded by tightening its bulky grip on him, he
wailed like a newborn.
The boys knew exactly what he was going through
and took their revenge on his being in control of their desire to touch his
boyhood before. Now it was them – or at least, that’s what they liked to think
– in control of his diaper delight.
“O! Baby! Come here, come!” said Reena offering her breast to the little baby who began to
suck greedily, moaning and gulping softly at the same time.
The four boys watched the live performance of a
Madonna con il
Bambino in a state of trance, the cousins with their thumbs in their mouth,
the brothers behind them, embracing them, resting their head on their
shoulders.
“Danny baby!” she interrupted the magical
silence, beckoning the diaper inventor who approached the sacred scene, “I’ve
never seen my baby like this! Thank you!” and kissed Danny on his cheek.
Baby-Bro looked at the happy diaper-prince who had
found his babyhood again. He was so happy for him and so irritated with
himself! Ok, two-hundred years may justify forgetting about a thing or two… But
how could he have forgotten in all that time that Baby-Sir was the 3-year-old
playing with him and Cuz at the very beginning of
this incredible adventure? A restless little boy who found his happiness again
when put back to diapers – that was what Cirroc was,
his present
Baby-Bro approached mama and her baby and
caressed his head.
“Look who has come to see you!” cooed Reena softly to Baby-Sir.
The diaper baby prince opened his eyes and inserted
his fingers between Baby-Bro’s fingers, in exactly the same way he did while
the two were sleeping together in the 12-year-old’s crib that incredible night
two-hundred years ago! He could feel Didee’s presence
in the boy now as he did that night. He remembered vividly the 5-year-old Cirroc’s baby smell filling the room, his sleeping smile
conveying a luminescent aura to the crib and every object in the room, his
immaculate diaper glowing benevolently… He kissed the sleeping angel on his
little nape and shoulders, so delicately, so lightly, to let him sleep further,
but also to let him know, nonetheless, how honoured, lucky and happy beyond
reason he felt for his trusting him with his precious baby sleep!
Isn’t this something
worth fighting for? said Didee.
Baby-Bro nodded, holding the 5-year-old
slightly tighter, kissing his hair.
Can you imagine what a
world of angels would look like?
“O! Didee! Why can’t
they?” whispered the 12-year-old.
O, don’t let them fool
you! They can! Only they don’t like it…
“But why? Why?” asked Baby-Bro, almost
weeping.
Do you remember when I
mentioned the toilets the night of our deal?
The guardian of the angel nodded.
Well, I’m afraid it is
much more than that. They are only a part of the problem, and not even a big
one, if I have to be honest. After all, one can eventually make a deal with
them. No, no. The problem is elsewhere, but you had not sufficient elements to
understand this at that time. Do you remember when I said I was an idea?
The boy nodded once more.
Well, I am not the
only one, of course. And we are all competing for resources, attention. And
unfortunately in this fierce competition some ideas try to get rid of others,
they have too! In my case, I have several competitors, but two of them are
particularly nasty – violence and power! And believe you me they need a really
messy world to strive on, a world of people fighting each other, a world of
frustrated people ready to embrace their fatal cause! And how do you frustrate
so many people? By taking away from them the most precious
thing they have ever had – their innocent, beautiful, happy babyhood. By
making them believe that life cannot be but unfair and
that you can only survive at the expenses of others. ‘Well, if fierce
competition is true for ideas, why shouldn’t it be for people?’ you might
wonder. That’s an acute observation, of course. But, you see, there is one
very, very important difference between ideas and people: the former don’t die.
Ideas, as I said many times, are like viruses, maybe you think you have killed
one, but you actually got rid only of one of its many, many copies…
This is why, even if
I’d love to see some ideas disappear once and for ever, I know they won’t, I
can only hope to contain them. And if I can’t see ideas die, you should not see
people die, no matter how much you might want that one day… because should you
ever kill one person, the violent idea inhabiting that person will pass
automatically on to you, so your killing would turn out to be totally useless,
wouldn’t it?
Baby-Bro nodded.
Besides, don’t forget
that behind every person, even the most detestable one, even the most mean one,
even the most ugly… once was a baby exactly like the one you are holding in your
arms now… I know, it is difficult to believe, but that baby is still there
somewhere in them, maybe he is scared and hiding, maybe he is unhappy and
throwing tantrums whose consequences he does not even realise, but he is there
and your task is to get him out.
“How?” asked the 12-year-old.
Work on and with the
babies and boys surrounding that person – it is in them that he still sees the
projection of his own childhood, especially when he is alone with them.
“What if he doesn’t have any children of his
own?”
Then you’ll provide
one for him. Create the appropriate circumstances, the rest will come. You see,
children have a natural sense of justice and equality. Have you ever noticed
how a little boy reproached for doing something an adult normally does, like
speaking while others speak, replies exactly by pointing out that
contradiction? Give enough time to a child to spend with an adult alone, and it
will be the latter who learns from the former.
“That’s all very true and interesting what you
are saying. But how do I face the NGA concretely?” asked Baby-Bro.
Baby! Wearing diapers
and using them doesn’t mean you have to be dumb! I told you exactly what you
need to know! Use it!
“Alright! Alright! No need to get upset with
me!” said the 12-year-old almost scared.
“I no’ upse’ wee
you…” said the 5-year-old sleeping Cirroc turning to
him, kissing him on his chest.
“I know that, Baby-Sir!” whispered Baby-Bro,
embracing him tighter and kissing his baby hair, “I know that. Go back to sleep
now, baby. Your Baby-Bro is here to take care of you, sweet baby angel… hush!”
“Ok, babies!” said Reena,
bringing Baby-Bro and everyone else to the present and with their feet on the
ground, “Who is next for a diaper change? You don’t wanna
spend the rest of the night around this table! It’s beddy
time already!”
“I’ll be next and then Cuzzy,
so we can go straight to beddy!” said Danny.
“But I want to sleep with Baby-Bro too!”
protested the 8-year-old.
“Boys!” said Reena,
“No need to quarrel! I think it’s such a rare opportunity for the five of you
to be together that you wanna sleep all in the same
bed, how about that?”
“Cooool!” shouted the
five babies in unison.
Reena changed the remaining four boys in a few
minutes and after a round at the toothbrush, the five ended in Ethan’s big bed
– the 24-year-old in the middle, Baby-Bro straddling between Ethan and Cirroc, and Cuz straddling between
Ethan and Danny.
“Nightie night, sugar
cubes!”
“Night, mama!” replied the happy five and happiness
itself became a physical entity in that bed, as every boy knew the four boys he
loved most where right there, though for a while none of them seemed to want to
admit that to the others – they were still boys! Diaper wearing little Tarzans not
willing to show any of the weaknesses typical of girls! And so they spent half
an hour making jokes about each other’s smelly diapers, making silly faces and
pinching their noses, chuckling at each other’s farts and burps while making a
competition out of it or pinching each other’s diapered pee-pee to see who had
wet already. But as minutes went by, the rowdy and joking atmosphere gradually
subsided, while the fist-fight on one side of the bed became a pair of hands
holding each other and the playful wrestling on the other side of the bed
turned into the most tender embrace. And as Danny had Cuzzy’s head resting on his chest, he could feel his
brother’s arm around his shoulders, while the 8-year-old felt the reassuring
arm of his cousin on his back. Baby-Bro and Ethan took care of Cirroc, covering him with sweet little kisses… Suddenly
every body was aware that there was no need to be a ‘big’ boy anymore, and the
greatest sense of baby freedom took possession of them all, while boy voices
turned into baby sounds – yearning little moans or happy prattles – and five
cumbersome diapers took care of their respective baby boys…
I am Love! said Didee’s
voice in their dream. Five boys and five diapers in one bed
of love. Dreaming the same sweet, wet, poopy dream… No jealousy, no
divisions, no rivalries. Only the infinite power of shared
loving. Babying while being babied. Babies babying babies. Thumbs filling
yearning mouths, toes cuddling happy toes, legs snuggling along joyful legs.
Thick diapers colliding their fluffy bulge with a dull
rumble, their plastic skins screeching languidly, like ice floes in springtime,
melting in a see of sweaty smooth skin, diluting their content for the whole
world to savour. Five boys, five cousins, five puppies, five brothers, five
babies… a clumsy, sleepy cosiness made of faltering hugs, sweet baby kisses, curious
fingers playing with soft, adorable earlobes, little hands landing on baby
cheeks, cute knees bumping into smooth and soft plastic pants, puffy diapers
stumbling on each other like polar bear cubs staging a playful fight, infant
bodies overwhelmed by the stupefied affection which marks the discovery of love.
Five boys, five diapers. One love.
Was it electricity? Chemistry? What? Was it… sex? What
an inadequate – if not downright misleading – concept to describe the events
occurring within and without those diapers that endless night!
First, the diapers never came off and none of
their happy guests peeked out – mama Reena had
diapered all the boys so tight, that the lively bulge of the poop-eaters
between their thighs overpowered them beyond recovery, inducing them more and
more in a state of unyielding babyhood in which hands touched diapers only for
short moments of playful curiosity or sleepy distraction.
Second, we will never find out whether any boy
juice was released or not, because the following the day the five boys
celebrated their very own, private version of the Boypee
festival and the crystal clear waters of the blessed river washed away for ever
the precious content of their sacred diapers.
Third, how could a word, any word possibly describe
the entire universe collapsing in on a cosy bed crowded with happiness? Was
that joyous island adrift in the ocean of time worth the creation of the
universe, the beauty of nature, the depth of the ocean, the silence of the
desert, the rise and fall of the finest civilisations, the pyramids, the
hanging gardens of Babylon, Granada’s Alhambra, the achievements of art and
science, Leonardo’s Gioconda, Bach’s fugues,
Beethoven’s last quartets, the discovery of electricity, the invention of the
plane, the theory of relativity, the atrocities of history, the whips and scornes of time, the
oppressors wrong, the poor man’s contumely, the pangs of dispraised love, the law’s
delay, the insolence of office, and the spurnes that
patient merit of the unworthy takes as the Bard of Avon famously put it?
O, you
bet it was! And in the deep recesses of their minds they knew it too and
savoured every nanosecond of that night, as if sensing that soon, very soon
they would part, without knowing if another opportunity for the five of them to
be together would present itself again. As the dramatic events of part V will
show, they were only too right about their assumptions…
The Grapes of
Humiliation
“Baby-Bro? Are you actually happy to wear
diapers? Do you consider yourself physically challenged or a normal boy?” asked
the anchorman.
“I consider myself a normal boy who needs to
wear diapers. I wasn’t happy at the beginning, but I’ve come to fully accept
them as part of my clothing. They are not my enemies – on the contrary, they
are there to help, like a pair of glasses for a short-sighted boy”
“Yet you don’t get teased if your wear
glasses…”
“O, you know, they used to tease boys wearing
glasses once, but now that many boys wear them that’s
no longer a big deal.”
“What are you saying? That more boys should
wear diapers for those like you not to be teased?”
“There are already many boys who wear diapers,
only you don’t know that because they hide it. 20% of five-year-old boys, 12%
of eight-year-old ones, 7.5% of eleven-year-olds and 5.4% of thirteen-year-olds
wet their bed and wear diapers for that. Have you any idea how many boys that
makes? I’m not talking only about our country. Think of the world, where the
young share of the population is much larger than here. There are two billions
kids with less than fifteen years on this planet!”
“Yes, but they are not all wetting their beds
nor wearing diapers, are they?”
“Of course not, but still, we’re talking of
hundreds of millions who do and who wear diapers or would do if only their
parents could afford them…”
“Ha, ha! I can hear the environmentalists
crying out already! Imagine hundreds of millions of diapers changed every day
on our planet – I mean, I’m not even sure there are
landfills or incinerators enough for all that! And what about
global warming?”
“I guess either we’ll gradually move back to
the old cloth diapers and plastic pants…” said Baby-Bro, “or we’ll find some
other form of reusable diapers”
“Are you actually working on that? We know you
are an advisor to the corporation which resulted from the recent merger of
Procter & Gamble and
“It’s called ‘Big Boy Diapers’ and, yes, we are
working on a new kind of diaper, more friendly to the
environment…”
“Any promising results yet?”
“I cannot tell you… yet” said Baby-Bro,
smiling.
“Baby-Bro, many people are surprised by your
self-confidence… You said you consider yourself a normal boy who needs diapers,
but when listening to you one wonders if boys in diapers have something
special… is that so?”
“I don’t know what you mean by special and
you’ll certainly never hear me say that diaper boys are superior or stupid
stuff like that… however there are interesting studies which seem to show that
boys in diapers are less aggressive or prone to violence and more willing to
follow their parents advice and less distracted by – can I say this on telly? –
sex, because… ehm… the
source of their distraction is – if I can say so – out of… reach. As a consequence
they study more and have more time to help out at home.”
“Well, if that is indeed the case, I’m sure
many parents might be having ideas right now while their boys will hate you for
that! Ha, ha!” laughed the anchorman, “Ok! We’ll leave you for a couple of
minutes, then we’ll take a few calls from home for
Baby-Bro!”
I used to wake up in a
cold bed every morning… said an 11-year-old boy face.
My mum was sick of
washing my dirty undies… said a 7-year old boy face.
I was teased at school
for peeing my shorts…
said a 9-year-old boy face.
And you thought
wearing diapers was embarrassing? smiled a 13-year-old boy, the camera stepping
back to show a thick, blu-sky-and-white-clouds diaper
on an athletic body.
With Sky Dreamers my
bed is always dry! said the 11-year-old jumping on his bed in just his diaper.
My mom loves Sky
Dreamers! smiled the 7-year-old while being served a piece of cake
while wearing just his diaper.
My school mates say
Sky Dreamers are cool! said the diaper wearing 9-year-old surrounded
by a group of smiling boys in the changing room.
Sky Dreamers… and your
dreams come true! said the 13-year-old, while being awarded a gold medal on a
podium.
Sky Dreamers – said a voice while the camera
showed four packages portraying the four boys wearing their diapers – come in size 7, 8, 9 and
Now also swimmer and size
11! Shouted a beautiful 16-year-old before diving in a swimming-pool.
“Welcome back. Where are you calling from?”
“I’m Jay from
“Hi, Jay” said Baby-Bro, “you speak as if
wetting the bed were an illness”
“It isn’t?” interrupted a stupefied anchorman.
“No, it’s not. Bed wetting, or peeing your
pants or having accidents for that matter, is a condition, not an illness.
Think about it! Do you feel pain for wetting your bed? Do you feel sick or
anything like that? Can anyone honestly say that being
incontinent is harmful to the health of your body? Of course not! We are all
incontinent at birth and babies don’t get ill because of that, do they? So it
is a social thing, not an illness! If people did not laugh at you, there
wouldn’t be anything special about wearing diapers, would it? So, it’s people who must change, see things from a different
perspective, possibly the same perspective of a diaper wearing boy. There is
nothing wrong with you, kids! If you wet your bed or pants, wearing a diaper is
the most logical thing! Don’t trust those who say they are your friends and
then laugh at you when they find out. I mean, what kind of
‘friends’ are they?”
“There is another caller for Baby-Bro. Hi,
could you tell us your name and where you call from?” said the anchorman.
“Hi, I’m Sarah and I’m calling from
“Well, you seem to have a great fan of yours in
“People don’t believe me when I say this, but I
don’t really know!” lied the eternal 12-year-old, “I’ve
been going through so many tests and every time the scientists investigating my
‘age-stasis” – as they call it – seem to be more and more puzzled! Though some
of them seem to understand better now what actually happens to me. You know
they say that your cells get replaced all your life by new ones, and that
whenever they divide – they call it mitosis – a tiny fragment at the end of
their chromosomes, called telomere, gets shorter and shorter, until it
disappears completely and from then on your DNA starts to lose pieces, so to
speak, at each division. This is why people get old, because the DNA of their
cells loses in quality after each division and in the end the cells it
contributes to build are less and less functional. Well, in my case this does
not seem to happen, but they don’t know why… Is it the diapers? Who knows, but
I certainly like to think so.”
“But then” said the anchorman, “how do you
explain old people getting older despite their wearing diapers?”
“O, I don’t know” said Baby-Bro, “It’s just a
fantasy of mine, take it for what it is, though the idea of staying forever a
boy by just wearing diapers is quite tempting, don’t you think?”
“Well, we’ll see if our next caller has
something to say on that!”
“Hello, my name is Jonathan and I call from
“Hi, Jonathan” answered Baby-Bro, “You know?
I’ve never really thought about them. Let me go through this with you right
now. Say I can’t walk and need a wheelchair – would I feel offended if I found
out that there were people using wheelchairs even if they can walk? Mhh, I guess yes, if it turned out they were doing this to
mock me and others like me. But I guess not, if they had a reason of their own
for wanting to use a wheelchair. It’s a free country! So I think the answer to
your question depends on the intention of each of those persons considered individually.”
“My name is Rod and I’m calling from
“Have you any idea!” shouted Baby-Bro, “How
many people who served our country came back from field battles having to wear
diapers because of the wounds they suffered? Do you really believe that if they
were given the chance to protect our country again they wouldn’t do so? Shame on you!”
“Well said!” said the anchorman, surprising
himself.
“You were sooooooo
GREAT last night!” said Ethan appearing on the doorstep of his office-apartment
in the new
“Ethan! Come in!” smiled Baby-Bro. Ethan was
wearing a new pair of sport-trousers, slightly bigger than his size.
“You know my parents were simply astonished by
the way you replied to that bastard. They applauded!” said the 22-year-old
approaching Baby-Bro’s desk, “And Danny! He ran toward the TV-set, embraced it
and said ‘This is my best friend!’. O, he is so proud
of you, Baby! I mean, we all are!”
“I owe it to you, Ethan. The amazing work
you’ve done, the statistics…”
“O, but the examples were your own! It is
thanks to them that you brought those statistics to life! The guys in the
Social Sciences Faculty were amazed! They all want to meet you!”
“Well, I prepared myself a little, I tried my
best to imagine the kind of questions they were going to ask me, and luckily
those were exactly the questions I expected…”
The two boys exchanged a short glance, then looked away from each other. Were they feeling
uncomfortable?
“You know one of the senators I wrote to has
answered?” said Ethan, trying to break an invisible ice.
“Who is he?” replied the 12-year-old, agreeing
to Ethan’s attempt.
“Senator Todd Lure,
“Wow! Well done, Ethan! When do you think I can
see him? Should I go to
“I would think he would feel more at ease if
the first meeting took place here… you know, discretion and all that…”
“Of course… should I hide the changing table
when he comes here?” said Baby-Bro and both boys laughed for a moment. Then silence
fell again between them. Shy, quick glances. What was
going on?
“What is it, Ethan?” said the 12-year-old,
resolved to go to the heart of the matter.
“Sorry?” said the youth.
“What is happening here? Why do we have so many
difficulties in talking naturally?” looked at him Baby-Bro.
“I… I… don’t know” said Ethan. Baby-Bro had
never seen him that shy before! “You are quite a personality now, Baby-Bro… I
mean, you are famous! Maybe one day soon you’ll just get tired of us, of people
like me!” Ethan voice quivered.
“I thought we were brothers!” exclaimed the
12-year-old, “What is this all about?”
“You don’t have to feel obliged for what you
said once” said Ethan, shaking, “Things change. You are so important now that I
could only understand if you wanted to…”
“To?” asked Baby-Bro, as if trying to take
words out of Ethan’s mouth with a corkscrew.
“You might want a better husband now for your
sister…” Ethan was on the brink of crying.
“Let’s sit on the floor NOW! Before you add any
more crap to what you’re saying, brother! Letting a desk staying between us is
the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. Come on! On
the floor!”
Ethan followed Baby-Bro’s instruction and the
12-year-old sat down right in front of him, looking up to him.
“Try to repeat the stupid things you were
babbling before and see if you succeed…” challenged him the 12-year-old with a
cheeky smile. Ethan saw again the boy he knew, his girlfriend’s brother, his
brother’s best buddy. Above all, he saw his wet diapers. For the first time in
his life, he touched Baby-Bro right there.
“You wet…” he said shyly.
“After all the crap you said it’s a wonder I’m just wet!” laughed the boy.
“O, Baby!” embraced him Ethan, taking him in
his lap, “I’m sorry! I don’t know what got into me! But I really admire you so
much!”
“But we are all together in this, Ethan! Can’t
you see?”
“I guess so…” sighed
the 22-year-old.
“You guess
so?” said an amused Baby-Bro, “I want you to repeat after me ‘I am together
with Baby-Bro and the boys in this’!”
“I… I’m together with Baby-Bro and the boys in
this…” hesitated Ethan.
“You can do better than that, brother!”
“I am together with Baby-Bro and the boys in
this.”
“I want you to believe it and show to me that
you believe it!”
“I AM TOGETHER WITH BABY-BRO AND THE BOYS IN
THIS!” shouted the youth.
“Now, that’s my brother!” said Baby-Bro
relieved, “So, why don’t you start by showing me what you are hiding under
those fancy sport-trousers…”
Ethan blushed beyond recognition: “Er… er…”
“There’s no doubt you and Danny are siblings!” laughed the 12-year-old, sitting back on the
floor again, “Come on, brother, stand up and show me!”
Ethan stood up and began to lower the trouser
as far as his thighs. He looked at Baby-Bro with a silly smile, like a little
boy caught steeling sweets: “They… they don’t look as pretty as yours…” he said
revealing a very plain adult diaper.
“It’s a start, Ethan, it’s a start…” said the
12-year-old, scanning the diaper whose main bulk was the result of Ethan’s big
resting cock.
“You look so great in diapers that I wanted to
see what it was like to…” said Ethan with a quivering voice.
“O,” said the 12-year-old standing up and
running his hand on the youth’s diaper, “I can see a baby boy now, a big baby
boy who’s been waiting all these years before deciding to wear what you’ve
always wanted to wear all along, eh?”
“It was enough to see them on Danny or to
imagine him wearing them until…” said Ethan, shaking slightly.
“Until?” encouraged him Baby-Bro.
“Until I met you…”
“Does my sister know?”
“No!” almost sobbed the scared youth, “This is
the first one I’ve ever worn! I swear!”
“Ethan! Relax!” said Baby-Bro taking his big
hands, “I was just asking out of curiosity! Besides, I can bet all you want
that this is not the first diaper you’ve
ever worn!”
“Hi, hi, hi! You are right…” giggled sheepishly
the big boy.
“And I don’t think my sister would turn you
down for that… She thinks all boys should stay in diapers because they simply
cannot stay clean… you would only make her happy by proving that she is right!”
“But she considers me a man!” replied anxiously
Ethan, “I bet she sees me as the father of her future children, not like one of
them!”
“All I know is that she sees the piece of flesh
every male carries between his legs as a perennial leaking pee-hose, a
‘hopeless dribbler’ as she calls it. She would never want one for herself, but
of course she is not stupid and knows very well it takes one of those hopeless
dribblers to get pregnant. I bet she quite likes to play with one as big as
yours every now and then, but, tell me, have you ever noticed her look when she
picks up from the floor one of your used undies?
Handling it as if it was some sort of infectious piece of cloth?”
Ethan burst out laughing, realising how well
the boy knew his sister, and than stopped suddenly – ‘That’s why she never
takes it in her mouth without me begging her on my knees!’ he thought, seeing
one big piece of a puzzle falling into the right place.
“Can’t you see how she is just waiting to put
one more hopeless dribbler in a thick diaper, so that she can really feel she
has the control on it and prevent the mess it causes from contaminating the
tidy world she lives in?” said the 12-year-old.
“You mean…” asked Ethan, “I should let her change
me?”
“Baby, you’ll have to!” explained Baby-Bro, “And
be prepared – her changing your didees will create a
greater link between the two of you, but you’ll be just a boy after that! If
you think of yourself as the one who has the lead in the couple… well forget
about it! A boy standing in front of a woman wearing just his wet diaper – not
to mention a poopy one! – is practically powerless. You may have arguments with
her on all subjects you like, but in the end you will be doing exactly what she
says. If you ever end up having children with her, you can be sure you will be
their eldest brother, not their father! She’ll be changing your diapers in
front of them, immediately after she’s changed theirs, you get the picture?”
Ethan stood silent, his head bent down, like a
little kid. Was he really sure he wanted all the things Baby-Bro had just
mentioned? Was that 12-year-old in diapers worth all this?
“You think she’ll let me change my children’s
diapers?” he asked suddenly.
“Why would you want to do that?” inquired
Baby-Bro.
“I changed Danny’s diapers, both when he was a
baby and in the last year…” said shyly Ethan, “He likes it when I’m changing
him, I think I am good at that…”
“You do, huh? Ehm… we’ll
see…” said Baby-Bro, in an almost secretive way, “However, my sister will never
accept that in her presence, though she might tolerate it in her absence. Do
what you like when she is not home, but don’t bring up the subject with her.
Your life will change Ethan, do you understand that?”
“Y… yes…”, lied Ethan.
“And don’t think she will put you in the kind
of diapers you are wearing now… she’ll put you into real thick ones, do you
understand?”
“O, can’t I keep these ones?” almost pleaded
the youth, “I’m in college, I have to be discreet…”
“There is nothing discreet about being a baby
in diapers, don’t you get that?” replied a less and less patient Baby-Bro, as
if confronted with a really dumb pupil.
“But I’m twenty-two!” said Ethan, as if
recovering the last bit of manly pride.
“Yeah, twenty-two months!” replied Baby-Bro,
looking at him straight in the eyes, “That’s how you have to consider yourself
from now on, Ethan – a baby. And believe me, the sooner you start, the better.
Besides, you might be even more convincing in your analyses once you wear really
thick big baby diapers, no?”
‘God! That boy is such a cunning bastard! He’s got
an answer for everything!’ thought Ethan.
“Shall I call a changing girl now?” asked
Baby-Bro, though both knew he meant ‘I will get a changing girl now!’.
“What… what would your sister say if she knew another
girl had changed me before she did?” said a worried 22-year-old.
“Don’t worry, baby.” smiled cheekily the
12-year-old, “My sister is never going to be jealous of the ‘girl’ I’m calling
now… Mrs Jones!” he said, pressing the intercom button, “Could you please join
me in my studio with one size 9 and a size 11? Both thickness
4, please!”
‘That’s it!’ thought Ethan, ‘I’m f***ed! You wanted to have that stupid diaper and now there is
no way of going back! Baby-Bro! You better love me the same way I do or I’ll
kill ya!’
“You may as well take off your trousers, you
know? There is no point in pretending with Mrs Jones. A boy wearing a diaper in
front of a woman, remember? She’ll read you through like a flipping book!”
“Ok, ok, I get it!” said Ethan irritated,
“There is no need to scare me off more than I am already!”
And as soon as he got his trousers off
a plump little lady in her fifties appeared at the doorstep.
‘My God!’ shouted Ethan in his mind, ‘She could
be my mother!’
“Please, come in, Mrs Jones” exclaimed
Baby-Bro.
“Good afternoon, Mr Baby-Bro. I did not know if
you preferred the Sky Dreamers or the new Brighties
Mr Danny has created, so I brought a pair of both!” said the lady in a very
kind voice.
“Mrs Jones! You are the best! I’m sure my
brother here would be delighted to try the Brighties!”
“Why, Mr Baby-Bro” wondered the lady, “I didn’t
know you had a brother…”
“This is my brother-in-law-to-be, he’s actually
Danny’s big brother, Ethan.”
“How do you d…” was going to say a
red-pepper-faced Ethan, but Mrs Jones didn’t even leave him the time to finish
and said “Hi, sweetheart!”, as if talking to a boy of the same age as Baby-Bro’s
or even younger! “Shall I change you first?”
“Er… er…” mumbled the paralysed college student.
“Come on, Ethan” said the 12-year-old, almost
pushing him on the changing table opposite the desk, “You need to get over
this.”
Ethan was like in a state of trance and as soon
as he lied down on the changing table, he began to see everything like through
a veil of mist, while the voices of Mrs Jones and Baby-Bro reached his ears
like a distant echo.
“Ethan studies Social Science at college, he’s
of great help in here!” said Baby-Bro.
“O, he’s such a big boy? But he still wets his
pants and bed and needs diapers like a little baby, uh?” almost cooed the lady
to him, while unfastening the tapes of his plain and still dry diaper. “And
this diaper is too small for a big wee-wee boy like yourself,
Nathan!”
“My name’s Ethan…” said the 22-year-old slowly
recovering from his trance.
“You know only big thick didees”
continued the lady, ignoring his remark, “can take care of all the pee your
wee-wee makes, don’t you?”
“How are your children, Mrs Jones?” said
Baby-Bro, “Ethan, you know Mrs Jones has two boys and two girls, and the eldest
boy is as old as you, while the young boy is…”
“Fourteen, Andy” completed the sentence the
lady while opening Ethan’s diaper and taking it away, “O, Mr Baby-Bro, they are
well, now! You cannot imagine how grateful I am to you!”
“You know, Ethan” explained the 12-year-old,
“Mrs Jones’ eldest boy, Nathan, was… ehm…”
“Obsessed with his ‘toy’!” said anxiously the
lady, pushing Ethan’s legs high and back and wiping his bum, “At sixteen he
began to play with it more and more often, ignoring his duties and homework…” The
lady was now looking at the 22-year-old straight in his eyes. “Watching dirty
movies on the net!”, she added in a scolding manner
and Ethan had now the unpleasant feeling that she was talking to him as if he
were her son.
“But when at eighteen…” she said as if
suppressing a furious surge of rage, while almost slapping the baby cream on the
student’s buttocks, “…he found out he could put it in his own mouth! Huh? Didn’t you, Nathan!” Ethan was sure now that she talked to
him firmly believing that he was her son. ‘I am ETHAN!’ he wanted to shout, but
the scary resemblance of Mrs Jones’ voice to that of his mother made it
impossible for him to do that.
She lowered his legs with a violent push and
began to wipe his crotch. “Why did you that, Nathan? Why? Why?” He did not know
whether he felt more embarrassed or frightened by that woman whose face was
capable of turning from the sweetest expression into the sternest mask within
seconds, in exactly the same way he knew his own mother was capable of.
“Have you any idea of how disappointing all
this is? After all we’ve done for you?” she shouted. Ethan was so scared now
that his big willy shrank to
unbelievably small proportions. “I mean!” she said, turning to Baby-Bro for a
moment, “He spent the whole of the day and the night on his bed! Bent on his
back, with his thing in his mouth! You know for a while when I heard all those
sloppy sounds behind that door I thought he was sucking a lolly-pop!
How stupid of me!” She began to cream Ethan’s shaft
almost absentmindedly, moving her hand back and forth with rough movements,
accompanying her words. “Where-do-they… get-such-ideas… huh?...
The-internet?... Huh?...”
Ethan’s terror was gradually yielding in favour
of sheer shame now, as his pecker seemed to appreciate the accidental massage. He
tried to think painfully of the most dull things he
could imagine: his table lamp, the glove compartment in his car, an excel sheet
full of data… But Mrs Jones proceeded with the involuntary mercilessness
typical of all people whose thoughts are absorbed into something distant: “I-mean…
I-had-to-shout… from-down-stairs… I-was-coming… to-his-room… for-him-to-wear…
at-least… his-shorts! But-then.. he-didn’t…
e-ven… bo-ther… a-ny-mo-re!” Ethan’s tool was so big now! It had never been
that big before in his life! And it was soooo red! As if sharing his owner’s sense of unredeemable shame. He tried
to go away from that changing table at least in his thoughts, but to no avail.
“But when I saw Mr Baby-Bro on telly!” said the
lady with a sigh of relief, putting the thick diaper under Ethan’s loins, “I
realised what I had to do to solve Nathan’s problem! He can’t do without a big
pacifier? This means he is still a baby! And now he can’t reach with his mouth nor his hands the source of his troubles any longer! He’s
studying again and with good marks!”, she said while
pulling the hems of the diaper tight on Ethan and fastening the tapes. “Why, I
decided to put the younger boy back to diapers too!” she exclaimed
enthusiastically.
“But I didn’t do anything wrong, mommy!” said
innocently Baby-Bro, imitating the younger brother’s protest, adding a cruel
touch to Mrs Jones’ spontaneous and unintended performance.
“I know you didn’t, Andy honey, and you can be
sure you never will!” she said triumphantly.
“I want to be a good boy, mommy!” said Ethan,
almost crying. ‘My Gooooood!
What did I say?’ he thought immediately after.
“I know you want to, sweetheart, you just need
a little help, don’t you?” she cooed, patting his thickly diapered crotch, “You
are still a little baby boy who doesn’t know how to behave and control himself,
aren’t you? But with mommy putting you in diapers we will keep at least your beddy and your nice little
clothes clean and dry, won’t we?”
Ethan could not believe a person could
experience such an unbearable humiliation without dying on the spot, though in
that hell of excruciating embarrassment and endless shame he saw the very cause
of it all turning now almost into a merciful aide, as the impossibly cumbersome
diaper managed to hide his blowing boner and the twelve rich, creamy spurts gushing
out from it. And yet, that orgasm was such a shocking experience in itself! He
had had no part in it! It was completely unprovoked, unsought for,
uncontrolled, as the distance of his hands from the diaper proved! It reminded
him of his first wet dream ever – he was eleven and he felt sure that he was
going to be put back in diapers had he shown the sticky pyjama to his mom! He
really thought he had become a bed wetter! O, he felt so powerless, so
vulnerable! He felt his body almost like a stranger, an entity doing things the
way it wanted, on which he had no
control whatsoever! He was sure that was what every little baby or every
bedwetting boy felt. But why, why did such an extraordinary summit of
humiliation, the most cruel proof for the phony character of the manhood he believed to embody, result
in such an unprecedented bliss? Ashamed and liking it? Or
ashamed because he liked it?
What contorted mind could possibly play a trick like that?
As he stood up from the changing table and
watched Mrs Jones proceeding to change Baby-Bro’s diaper, he found himself
thinking of all those millennia of women oppression by men! The sexism, the
belittling, the deprivation of their rights, the beating, the killing! O he
could see now all those angry little boys, desperately attempting to limit the
infinite power females had over them – because they knew! All girls and women knew that, no matter what mask of
hyper-masculinity one tried to put up, no matter the muscles one tried to
cultivate, no matter how violently one smashed things or raised his voice, no
matter how big one’s wee-wee was, there were no men at all in the whole
universe! There were just little boys peeing and pooping uncontrollably and almighty
women keeping them in diapers for that! Now he understood what Baby-Bro meant! And
as he felt his buttocks becoming wet with pee… o, nothing like that feeling
certifies better that you are still a little boy, hopelessly wetting yourself
and your bed! He was sure now that his girlfriend was going to take every
possible advantage of the new situation he found himself in – he could see her
already, changing him in front of others, scolding him for the leaks, reminding
him publicly that sitting too long in a poopy diaper is not good for a baby’s
skin! And he could feel his buttocks burning already for the spanks she was
going to give him if wouldn’t listen to her and be a good boy! And the more he
imagined all this vividly, the more he felt his wet, sticky diaper tight on
him, telling him and the whole world what a little boy he still was – no wonder
he had to wear such thick didees! A boy without
diaper was naughty, naughty, naughty! ‘I want to be a good boy, mommy! I will
be a good boy, I promise you!” he heard his own voice shouting in his mind,
again, again and again, while the diaper boy featuring on the individual
package of the incredibly shining white diaper he wore now shouted his slogan
directly to him – Wetting myself? I ain’t
stupid, I wear Brighties! He was that boy, he was an immature, irresponsible boy only diapers and
women knew how to take care of.
“Thank you, Mrs Jones!” said a happy Baby-Bro,
waking him up from his daydreaming.
“It’s a pleasure and an honour, Mr Baby-Bro!”
cooed the lady, “Bye, Mr Ethan! It was a pleasure changing you too!”
‘Mr Ethan?’ he thought, ‘Did she forget all the
things she said before?’
“B… bye!” he said, suddenly having a taste of
what the boys called ‘Diaper normality’, i.e. the feeling that wearing diapers
was the most natural thing of the world.
As the lady left the room, Baby-Bro approached
Ethan, patting his diaper on the front.
“Now!” said a satisfied 12-year-old, “This is
what I call a diaper! What does it feel like, huh?”
“With you near me… I mean, just the two of us…”
said Ethan, “It’s great, Baby! I really love it… but…”
“But?” enquired Baby-Bro, though knowing in
advance what the beautiful boy was going to say.
“But I’m so scared of the rest… your sister… my
friends… my parents!! O stay with me, Baby! At least these first days…” pleaded
Ethan.
The 12-year-old looked at the boy who had been
his hero for all these years. How vulnerable he looked! And how cute!
“I know it’s difficult, Ethan” he said with a
soothing voice, “The bigger a boy is, when he’s put back to diapers, the more
difficult it is… but, believe me, the more you show yourself weak, the stronger
you get! Now, don’t ask me to explain that, but that’s the way it is!”
“O, please, please, Baby!” said the youth
falling on his knees, fearing Baby-Bro rejecting his plead.
“Easy, easy, brother!” said the 12-year-old
embracing him, “You are such a big boy! You know I watched you while Mrs Jones
was changing my diaper. I know what you were thinking, diapers, boys, girls and
all that. But, baby, diapers are just taking care of your willy, they are not cutting it off! You are still a
big boy! These muscles” he said grabbing his biceps, “are not fake! You are not fake!”
“Stay with me! Stay with meeee!”
sobbed the student, nestling his head on the boy’s shoulder.
Baby-Bro patted him on his back. He felt
guilty! Had he overdone it? After all he was twelve, what did he know about big
boys like Ethan? Was it right to turn them into babies too? Maybe after a
certain age it was better to leave them alone? ‘Hold on a minute!’ said a voice
in his mind, ‘He is the one who came here wearing a diaper in the first place!’
“Ethan?” he asked softly, “Why did you do it?
Why did you say it was enough to see diapers on Danny until you met me?”
“Be… because…” said the youth, looking at him,
“…I wanted to be not like you, but with you, to really be with you and I
know that only if I shared this with you… I could…”
“But you’ll be my brother-in-law, no” said
Baby-Bro correcting himself, “you are my brother, so you are with me already,
why did you want to take it so far?”
“O Baby-Bro! I love you! Can’t you see!”
exclaimed Ethan.
“But I love you too, Ethan!” explained the
12-year-old.
“You don’t understand!” said an exasperated
youth, “I am in love with you!”
“You mean… like with my sister?” said a bemused
Baby-Bro.
“Yes! I love you both!” he shouted.
“But… how can it be?” asked the boy, causing
more exasperation in the poor athlete.
“For God’s sake, Baby-Bro! I don’t know! Do you love me or
not?”
Baby-Bro looked at his blue eyes. Of course he
loved that beautiful big boy! He even told him once! But what kind of love was it? Like a brother?
Like his cousin? His mom? Dad?
Sister? What? He didn’t really know any other love! He
never had a girlfriend or things like that! Was Ethan a pervert into young
boys? Was he a pervert into big boys? Why did he find him beautiful, huh? Why
did he like his beauty? Was that normal? As with diapers, he did not know. But
that did not stop him from loving diapers, did it? Maybe he loved him in that way after all, maybe Ethan was his
first love and he had never understood that before… Was that the reason he felt
so shy the first time he had told him he loved him? Could he imagine his life
without Ethan? O, for God’s sake, Baby
– he could hear Didee’s voice in his mind – this guy has turned himself into a baby for
you! If you love him, just tell him!
“I love you, too, Ethan…” he said softly, “I
mean, I really love you!” He embraced him tight, as the youth stood up holding
him in his strong arms. Baby-Bro wrapped his legs around Ethan’s diaper and the
boys had their first wet kiss. ‘So, this
is love!’ thought the 12-year-old, ‘Coooooooool!’
Could he let his big boy going alone through what lied ahead of him? His adorable big, clumsy baby in big, big diapers?
“I’ll help you go through this!” smiled
Baby-Bro, and Ethan hugged him back stronger than ever.
Unfortunately, a gunshot at their exit from the
building was to change their plans for the following weeks…
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