Didee DiapeRS
OF BOYS
AND
DIAPERS
A Truthful Account on
How a Diaper
Seduced his
Bedwetting Boy
into Pooping and More!
PART FIVE
Chapters 13, 14, 15
The Broken Link
The green lights of dawn wobbled less and less,
switching off one star after the other. Only two red moon crescents dared to
resist the advancing light, though their appearance kept losing weight and
texture, eventually leaving only two faint, pinkish fingernail marks in the
sky, like a desperate last attempt of the night to stay a bit longer. A new day
had begun on Toilex VI, a remote colony in the Orion
system where the toilet-dealers had built one of the biggest re-training
facilities since their victory on Earth.
‘Is Cuzzy alright? Does
he still have his diaper on?’ – his first thoughts
every morning since his capture and transfer to the re-training facility. He
looked through the bars of the very small cage he was held in, placed in a narrow
court together with other seven cells of ‘highly problematic’ kids like him.
‘O, Didee, please, please, tell me Cuzzy is still in diapers! Tell me he is still in your
grace! He must be!’ he tormented himself with this morning
prayer to which no diaper god seemed to answer. He was so scared by the
idea of his cousin captured and taken to a similar facility like the one he was
in now… without diapers! The boy who had never worn any underwear and peed only
in diapers had to stay in diapers, or the whole world of diaper boys would be
lost! That was the prophecy Didee revealed to him
during his last visit to the dome on Diaper world, before leaving for the miserably
failed attempt to re-conquer Earth.
“Morning, pissers!” said the guard approaching
the cages with a trolley, “Breakfast is ready! You are lucky things are not up
to me, otherwise you can be sure you wouldn’t get any damn breakfast until you
learned to pee like all big boys should do!”
The man threw a plain snack into every cage and
left the court, while two boys wearing jeans and shirts walked straight to his
cage. They were obviously high ranking re-trained boys, former diaper wearers
who climbed the whole of the merit-ladder in force in the facility – in
underwear and jailed in collective cells meant you were a newly arrived pisser;
in shorts and sleeping in a dorm meant you had had more than six months of dry
nights and were worthy of going to school during the day; in jeans only meant
you had had more than a year of dry nights and you could sleep in small
comfortable rooms for four and could go out from the facility on weekends; in jeans
and shirt meant you were successfully retrained and worthy of having your own
room and eventually even work for the facility, while you could go out whenever
you liked or even go back to Earth or to your colony. After six months without
diapers, Baby-Bro was stripped of his hopelessly wet and poopy underwear and
sent to the isolation cages designed for the most problematic kids.
His refusal to use the toilet, unless tied to
it for hours on end, made the trainers furious, while the other boys would avoid
to be seen with him during the day, but look for him during the night – he
would masturbate anyone, out of fear that an immortal boy might touch his own willy, thus losing his precious
gift. He even encouraged the boys to form couples or little groups and
masturbate each other, to avert the loss of their immortality. In turn he would
encourage others to touch him, and the more they were around him, the better –
he would close his eyes and concentrate on all those lively hands on his
crotch, bum and belly… O! for a few moments they
really felt like a bulky poop-eater adjusting on him! He would pee and be
brought back to reality by the shrieking laughter of the boys surrounding him
and forcing him to lick their wet or sticky hands!
The guards knew of his ‘generosity’ with the
boys, though they did not have a clue as to the real reason behind it – they
just thought he was a poor little bugger, but didn’t interfere because they
thought that sex among boys would make it easier for them to lose interest in
diapers. Interestingly, no one, apart from a few boys, knew who he was in
reality and he certainly did not do anything to disclose his identity, which
wasn’t too difficult as boys were given numbers instead of names at their entry
in the facility – in the ideology of the toilet-dealers boys wearing diapers
were nothing and as these would begin their re-training they were treated as
people without a past starting a new life. Despite all the statues devoted to
Baby-Bro, despite all the images of him which had circulated in the last
two-hundred years, his appearance was not so striking as to distinguish him
from hundreds of other boys in the same camp, particularly now that the whole
human population had reached a total of thirty billions, half of which were
just boys under the apparent age of fifteen. However, his stubborn refusal to
jump on the pieces of a diaper the trainer would tear off and throw on the
floor every morning in front of the boys attracted the irritated attention of
the facility staff – a heavy spank and four hours tied on the toilet would be
the customary punishment for his hubris, the same harsh treatment usually
reserved for boys caught wearing more than a pair of underpants at a time.
The months without diapers did not pass without
leaving a trace – he felt weaker and weaker, he kept losing a kilogram every
month and he had lost every contact to Didee. He
would call for him in his dreams, but to no avail. He even began to wonder whether
the previous two-hundred years had not been just a dream, a wonderful dream
cancelled by an abrupt awakening to the harshest reality. Or was this reality
just a nightmare? He remembered spending the first two weeks in the facility
pinching his hands only to conclude that all that was the most dreadful reality
a diaper boy could imagine.
“Hey, pisser
Baby-Bro nodded. Where could he run without
clothes anyway? They would have spotted him and caught him in a matter of
minutes. Besides he was so weak that he had not the strength to run even if he wanted
to! As he walked behind one boy and ahead of the second one, he thought of
those dreary ‘therapy’ sessions. He used to like them at the beginning, both
because they were a distraction for someone in his condition and because he
thought he could still convince the shrink of the advantages of diapers
compared to toilets. But now he realised it was only a waste of time. They
crossed several courts before reaching the building where the shrink was, and
in the meantime he saw other boys looking at him with either disgust, if they
were high ranking re-trained boys, or fear, if they were still in shorts. Those
who recognised him for whom he was were the most frightened, though in some of
them he could sense a very quick glance of compassion, like the one you reserve
for a once powerful leader now fallen into disgrace.
“How are we doing, 586?” asked a woman in her
forties, wearing a white gown. She looked at him through the space above her
narrow glasses with the usual I-could-be-your-friend-if-you-only-wanted-to
expression.
“It could go much better if you called me by a
name, any name!, instead of a number”
“You should know by now how things work here,
“You know I’ll never be like one of those
re-trained of yours…”
“Never say never, 586!” smiled the shrink, “I can assure
you there is still hope for you! You cannot imagine how many cases worse than
yours I’ve treated successfully!”
A dribble of pee ran along the boy’s leg,
ending on the metallic slope he was obliged to stand on during the whole
session. “There goes your hope…” he said, though more in a tired, ironic way
than in a challenging one.
“Why are you doing this to yourself? What do
you want to prove? That you’ll never grow up? What is so scary about the
responsibilities every adult takes on his shoulders? Don’t you see that those
responsibilities come together with real freedom?”
“Freedom?” sneered the
boy, “You seem to have a very strange concept of freedom if all I’m free to do
is doing what you want!”
“Control your anger, 586, you are not a little
boy anymore, you know you can present your points of reasoning in an adult
manner” said calmly the lady, approaching her finger to a button on her desk,
“what I mean by freedom is that you always, always have a choice, as your
stubborn, useless behaviour should have proven to you already.”
“If you value my freedom so much,” said
Baby-Bro in an almost pleading tone of voice, “why is it that you only
appreciate one of the possible choices in front of me?”
“Because there are right choices and wrong ones
and the very fact that you can freely chose between them is what makes of you a
human being capable of making those choices, without any influence from the
outside, assuming full responsibility for them.”
“What if we had no choices? What if what we are
was the inevitable result of the circumstances we found ourselves in?”
“There goes our philosopher again,” smiled the
shrink, “Professor 586, I presume?” she laughed.
“Laugh all you want, but I have never seen more
boys pouting their lips like in this place…” he said.
“And what do you mean by that?” she asked,
ready for another laughter.
“I mean that by taking away their diapers you
are turning them into the most unhappy creatures
you’ll ever bump into! Can’t you see how their smiles and laughter are always
tensed, faked? Do you ever catch their glance when they think no one is looking
at them? O, they can play their comedy in front of you, because they know they
have to, but I’ve watched them in their sleep… all in their foetal position,
sucking their thumbs until one of your cops doesn’t tear it off their mouth.
They are babies! We are babies! Why are you doing this to us? Where is your
maternal instinct, huh?”
The shrink looked at him showing the most
unsympathetic, coldest smile: “Babies have to grow, 586. And it’s a mother’s
duty to recognise that and help them in that. Don’t assume you know them better
than I do – I’ve seen thousands of them in here and I can tell you: They want
to grow and get rid of the diapers.”
“What are you talking about!
We’ve been wearing diapers for two-hundred f***ing
years!” protested Baby-Bro, “I mean, make your experiment with a new generation
if you must, but leave us in diapers, for God’s sake!”
“And how could a new generation possibly learn
to quit diapers if the ones like you kept pissing and pooping around them,
huh?” she replied using a harsh tone he had never heard from her before, “It’s
time to change! To go back to the way it was before those like you brought the
whole world into a mess! Go to your cage now!” she concluded pressing the
button on her desk.
A teenager in jeans and shirt appeared at the
door and Baby-Bro followed him without waiting for any signal from him nor the shrink.
“Geez! You smell of piss! How can you do
this to yourself?” told him the teen while they were descending a flight of
stairs. Baby-Bro recognised his voice and looked at him.
“And you are naked, for God’s sake!” added the
boy.
“Without diapers we are all naked, Andrew, only
with me this is slightly more evident” said bitterly the 12-year-old, “But for
all the hard training you’ve put into this, I can still see by the way you walk
that you too miss that cosy bulk between your thighs. O, you may well think
that you don’t, but your body does…”
“Cut that crap out, Baby!” said the angry teen,
“You have no idea how much better I feel without those stupid diapers! For the
first time after two-hundred years I feel really like a boy, as every boy
should feel! The place of a boy’s dick is into someone’s cunt,
ass or mouth, even your own hand, but certainly not a
f***ing diaper!”
“If that is really the case” commented sadly
Baby-Bro, “Enjoy it while you can, because you won’t have another two-hundred
years…”
“Ha! Ha!” sneered the
teen, “No one believes that bullshit around here! We all got immortality
because of science not because of diapers!”
“Then how do you explain that you were among
the first ones to enjoy it?” countered the 12-year-old.
“That must have been one of your damn tricks
you used with all of us, you pervert, to keep us all in diapers for you to play
your sick games with us! But now you are the f***ed
one, believe me!” said Andrew with a grin of evil satisfaction, as they both
entered another building.
“You are not taking me back to the cage?” said
Baby-Bro, too tired to feel any anger towards the lost boy.
“I told you…” said the malicious teen opening a
door and leading him in, “You are f***ed!”
***
“20% oxygen, 78% nitrogen, temperature
“Geez!” said the
little boy, “This sure is the strangest place I’ve ever seen!”
“You are right about that, buddy!” said Ethan,
“But whether we like it or not, it’s gonna be our
‘home’ for a while, until they find us.”
“I guess I’ll have to eat veggies, after all!”
chuckled Cuzzy.
“Let’s hope they are edible” remarked Ethan in
a serious tone, “Or we are done – we’ve only got rations for two more weeks and
if I can’t fix the transmitter, God only knows for how long we are going to
stay here.”
“Maybe there are animals we can eat!” said the
boy.
“Maybe there are animals who
can eat us! We’ll check that later with the scanner, but we must find water
first” he smiled patting the boy’s diaper with the back of his head, “or we’ll
have to get it from the poop-eaters!”
“Yuck!” giggled Cuz, then
turning suddenly serious, “You mean… that’s actually possible?”
“Sure, but if we have to stay here a long time
we’ll have to find water anyway, to wash them. There’s only ten more for each
of us left on the module and unless I can improvise a small reprocessing device,
we’ll have to make our best to make them last for as long as it takes for
someone to rescue us.”
The two remained silent for a while, observing
the impressive huge waves the wind moulded in the grass sea. Cuzzy was so happy Ethan was with him – as he felt the
strong shoulders of the big boy underneath his thighs and diaper he could not
imagine anyone else making him feel so safe in that strange environment. But he
could tell Ethan was happy too – his big hands never letting go of his feet,
keeping him safely anchored on top of his tall body, two powerful hands happy
to have someone to look after and take care of. Indeed Ethan felt ten times
stronger and bigger than he was because Cuzzy was there
with him. He had never felt jealous of the boy who slept almost every night
with Baby-Bro, because he knew Cuzzy was the most
special little diaper boy of all, the boy who never got out of diapers, the boy
blessed by Didee. Being alone with him on such a
planet and having to take care of him was such an honour! And as he felt the left
forefinger of the little boy toying with his earlobe, he did not need to look
up to know he was sucking his right thumb. O! It was like when Danny was a
toddler!
“Wook!” said Cuzzy through his thumb, leaving Ethan’s earlobe alone and pointing
at a cloud with his left forefinger. Ethan looked and saw the only cloud in the
sky growing at an unbelievable speed.
“There are more!” exclaimed the 8-year-old,
pointing at more clouds. In a matter of seconds the sky was covered with clouds
appearing out of nowhere, getting darker and darker like blots of ink on a
piece of absorbent paper, while the wind increased its velocity by orders of
magnitude.
“We must get back into the module!” shouted
Ethan, taking the boy off his shoulders. The two let themselves glide down along
the slope, landing a couple of feet from the module door. They managed to get
into it just before pigeon-egg-like hail grains began to fall from the sky.
Inside the module they could hear the furious knocking of the hail growing
louder and faster. For a moment they thought the module would simply collapse
on them! But the structure proved its strength, and they spent the rest of the
time watching the white bombing from behind the module window. The temperature
had dropped remarkably, and Ethan had to take a cover and wrap it around him
and the boy sitting on his lap, as both were wearing just their diapers. They
remained in silence for half an hour, as it was impossible to be heard under
that storm, while the hail seemed to bury the module under a dense, compact
layer of ice.
“Is it over?” whispered Cuz
as the hail suddenly stopped, as if fearing that talking with a normal voice
would cause another storm.
“Looks like it” whispered back the 24-year-old,
“There must be yards and yards of ice above the module judging by the darkness”
“Are we gonna die?”
said a worried little boy.
“I don’t think so, baby…” said Ethan kissing
his hair.
“You don’t think
so?” replied Cuzzy, looking at him frightened.
“Cuzzy,” said the
24-year-old in a soothing tone, “I don’t know this planet anymore than you do…
but we can stay in here several hours without problems! We’ll come up with
something!”
“I’m scared…” said the boy, as if complaining.
Ethan embraced the boy tighter, trying to make him feel as safe as possible. The
two spent another half hour in silence, until the little boy said: “I miss
Baby-Bro… Do you think he is ok?”
“I don’t know, Cuzzy,
but I hope so. I miss him too, you know? Very much…” sighed Ethan.
The boy adjusted himself and sat now on Ethan’s
legs, embracing his own legs and keeping them close to his chest, letting his
little feet plants rest side by side on the youth’s diaper bulk, to keep
balance.
“Ethan…” asked Cuz
looking at him.
“Tell me, Cuzzy
baby…” smiled back the big boy.
“You love my cousin so much…” he said shyly, “I
mean… aren’t you mad at me for sleeping with him?”
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Ethan, “Is that what
worries you? No, sweetest baby, there is only two boys in the whole universe I have
never been jealous of with regard to Baby-Bro… and it’s my brother and you!”
“Are you jealous of Cirroc?”
asked the 8-year-old.
“Hey, I didn’t know we were playing the game of
truth here!” said Ethan, laughing, “But… you know? I was jealous of him, like crazy! But now?
After the night the five of us spent together? No way! I don’t know what
miracle Didee has worked on me, but I realise now that
I love every boy who loves Baby-Bro and is loved back by him. Funny, isn’t it?
And yet logical – how could I not love a boy who looks at Baby-Bro and sees the
same things I do? How could I not love a boy who wants nothing bad to happen to
my love? I understand Cirroc, I understand you – how
could I not love you both? You know this wouldn’t be possible without diapers.
Take a bunch of boys without diapers and they’ll start fighting each other to
see who’s the strongest. But take a bunch of boys in diapers and they will most
likely end up in a situation like the one the five of us had on my bed. Isn’t
this the most wonderful thing? Isn’t this something worth thanking Didee for eternally?”
“You are the only big boy I know who
understands Didee so well, Ethan” said Cuz with a slightly different voice than usual.
“He… he appears often in my dreams” said shyly
the youth, “I… I know I will never be worthy of entering the Dome, but I feel
so honoured by his visits in my dreams!”
Why shouldn’t you be
worthy of entering the Dome? asked the 8-year-old with a voice Ethan knew
so well from his dreams.
“Be… because I turned into a diaper baby boy so
late in my life, I’m not like Cirroc or…” quivered
the youth’s voice, almost on the brink of crying.
O, but that’s just a
rule of thumb, Baby!
said Didee-Cuzzy, standing up, You have loved diapers and diaper boys for so long, so deeply, so
sincerely… you’ve learned so much! And yet you still think Didee
treats his baby boys differently? Establishing hierarchies of love among them?
Cuzzy’s diaper was just a few inches away
from Ethan’s face now and the youth could really hear the boy’s mature voice
coming out of the living plastic pants of the poop-eater.
Every baby boy has his
path to walk, Ethan continued
Didee, And
you’ve been walking yours without faltering, exploring routes which might have
lead you away from me, and yet always keeping me in sight, as if asking me whether
what you were doing was right or not. Don’t you think I appreciate all this? Now,
take care of this little boy and bring him safe home to my world and you’ll get
into the Dome with him!
“O, I will! I will!” exclaimed Ethan embracing
the diaper in front of him and kissing it, while the little boy gently passed
his hand through his hair.
***
“Mr Baby-Bro! What an honour!” said a male
voice behind a strong light pointed to him. He could barely see the silhouette
of the owner of the voice sitting at a desk. There were two more men, standing
at the sides of the desk, though their faces were not more recognisable than
those of the person who addressed him using his name.
“I guessed I got found out” is all Baby-Bro
could come up with after hearing his name for the first time after months.
“Why, you should have told us before!” said the
voice in a friendly tone, “We would have prepared ourselves for the occasion! The leader of the diaper revolution here on Toilex
VI? Why, that’s quite a celebration for us, Mr Baby-Bro!”
“And whom do I have
the honour…?” replied courteously the 12-year-old.
“Everybody here calls me Jack” said the voice,
“I’m the director of this facility”
“How did you find out about me?” asked
Baby-Bro.
“Well, you’re a quite a celebrity, Mr Baby-Bro!
It was bound to happen sooner or later! Though your stubbornness in refusing
the re-training was quite a give away… It says here” said the man reading from
a screen, “that you never jumped on a torn diaper as all your cellmates would
do every morning. It says also” he added with a vaguely embarrassed tone, “that
you… ehm… ‘helped’ out the
boys at night… Are you into boys a lot, Mr Baby-Bro?”
“I don’t think this is any of your business,
Jack” replied the 12-year-old, who did not want the real reason for his
masturbating boys to be known.
“He did that” joined in Andrew, “because he
thinks that if a boy touches his own willy
he will lose his immortality.”
“Is that so, Mr Baby-Bro?” asked Jack.
“Andrew here” bluffed Baby-Bro, “is referring
to an old legend, a myth no one can seriously believe to be true.”
“Of course, he is” said the man keeping his
false friendly manner, “I guess you wouldn’t mind touching your own tool here
in front of us, just to put an end to that legend once and for all?”
“That’s quite a private thing you are asking
for, Jack…” said Baby-Bro, thinking of a way to avoid performing what the man
wanted.
“O, I’m sorry, Mr Baby-Bro” said the man,
trying to sound even kinder than before, “I did not mean to say that you have
to… play with yourself in front of us! No, no, no! We are not that kind of people! God forbid! What I
meant is just a quick touch, you know, just to get this scientific curiosity of
ours out of the way…”
Baby-Bro approached his hand to his tool,
pretending to give a very short squeeze, though keeping his hand at a couple of
millimetres from his pee-pee: “Happy?” he asked.
“He didn’t really touch it!” exclaimed
hysterically Andrew.
“Why, Andy” said venomously the 12-year-old, “I
didn’t know you were so interested in other boys touching themselves! You know
that’s the kind of thing which got your brother Nathan into troubles…”
“I must confess I couldn’t really see it
clearly from here…” said the man.
“I refuse to go any further into this” said
Baby-Bro, “Push my hand on it, if you must, but I have a little bit of dignity
I would still like to preserve!”
“It doesn’t work if someone else pushes his
hand!” squealed Andrew, “He must do it of his own will!”
“Jack, if you really want to know whether this
is a legend or not there is only a way for you to find out…” said Baby-Bro.
“I’m all ears, Mr Baby-Bro!” said the man, curious to know were the 12-year-old was heading to.
“Andy” asked Baby-Bro, “how long have you been
touching your tool for?”
“Since I got out of those stupid diapers, you
asshole!”
“Well, Jack, if the legend is false, just
compare Andrew’s pictures since his arrival” explained the 12-year-old, “If
they don’t show any sign of ageing, you’ll know it’s a legend, but if they do
show signs of ageing… then I guess the legend will turn out to be not a legend
after all!”
“That’s bullshit!” shouted Andrew, “All boys
are immortal thanks to the advancement of science! The tilomers…”
“Telomeres” corrected him Baby-Bro.
“…of our chronozones…”
“Chromosomes…”
“… make sure that our
DMA…”
“DNA”
“Stop that, you asshole!” shouted the angry
teen.
“I’m sorry, Andy,” apologised Baby-Bro with a
patronising tone, “but you are just too painful to listen to… You must admit
that getting out of diapers has not exactly made a scientist out of you. You
see why your mother was right in putting you back to diapers in the first place?”
“You leave my mother out of this, you f***ing pisser! You brainwashed her like everyone else, like
all of us at that time!”
“You attribute to me powers I don’t have, Andy.
If what you were doing was the result of brainwashing, how come you were the
only one doing it, huh? You know, Jack, our Andrew ‘I-am-a-real-big-boy’ here
spent at least hundred and fifty years chasing boys to strip them of their
soiled diapers and wearing them immediately after? The poopier,
the better, wasn’t it Andy? I mean, doctors came from all the countries of the
world to see with their eyes how someone could have developed such an
unbeatable diaper rash, didn’t they, Andy ‘The-poopy-diaper-pooper’? O, you
should have seen him, Jack! Adding his own mess while
wearing someone else’s messy diaper, squashing it all around, moaning like…”
“YOU MOTHER F***ER!” screamed the red-faced
teen, “I’M GONNA KILL YA!”
And as the teen jumped at Baby-Bro’s throat, Jack
shouted to the men at his side: “Take him off the boy, take him off the boy,
NOW!”
“You’ll pay for it, you pissing cock-sucker!” shouted
the teen, as the two men dragged him out of the room, while Baby-Bro sent him
kisses.
“Jennifer, I want to see all pictures of Andrew
since his arrival, just call me when you have them” said Jack to the intercom,
“Now, Mr Baby-Bro, let’s get down to real business, do you know the exact
whereabouts of Diaper world?”
“I would imagine most of your toilet-dealers
know where Diaper world is, why don’t you ask them?”
“O, I know that, Baby-Bro, but you can well
imagine that none of them is willing to admit any contact with Diaper world.
It’s supposed to be forbidden, you know? So where is it?”
“I’m sorry, but I’m neither a navigator nor a
pilot” replied Baby-Bro.
“O, but it doesn’t take that kind of competence
to know where a planet is, Baby-Bro! Every body can take a look at a stellar
map and find a planet!”
“So, why can’t you?” replied the 12-year-old.
“Baby-Bro, Mr Baby-Bro” said the man leaning
forward over the desk, though still retaining his face out of the cone of
light, “I’m sincere when I say that it is a great honour for us to have you
here, but your refusal to cooperate could change things dramatically! Believe me, I don’t want it to go that way! You saw how I had that raging
teen taken out of the room, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, but you
have to cooperate… would you like a drink?”
“I would like a… diaper” said Baby-Bro.
***
Cuz and Ethan had entered the routine involved
with living on the green planet. They knew by now that the hail storms came
every two weeks, and that every time the layer of ice would melt within a day,
leaving ponds of water everywhere with dead vegetation rotting in them. The
ponds would then be quickly absorbed by the soil, leaving room for a new grass
ocean to take their place. While no animal had ever showed up in those months,
they discovered that by cutting the grass its leaves would yield a creamy
milk-like substance, a sweet ‘grass-milk’, as they called it, that they would
drink either from baby bottles or together with dried grass pieces as if they
were corn flakes. A pretty monotonous diet, and yet it kept them alive and
healthy. They had learned to make sufficient water reserves after the hail
storms, water they would use for themselves and for the diaper washing device
improvised by Ethan – it was not a re-processing machine like the ones on
Diaper world, so there was no way to replace broken nano-muscle
cells nor panakia
fibres. The diapers could be only soaked in a solution of water and milk-grass
– which made the plastic-skin keep its smoothness, as Cuz
found out – and dried, thus lasting only for a month. Every month they would
inaugurate a new diaper, thus leaving them with a reserve of four diapers each
after six months on the planet.
“Are you sure you fixed the transmitter
alright?” asked Baby-Cuz as he returned from a tour
in the grass sea. The 8-year-old found the life on the planet more difficult
than Ethan, mostly because, with the exception of the two-three days following
a hail storm, he would find himself surrounded all the time by grass leaves
which were taller than him already after a day of their appearance! And though
Ethan would offer to take him on his shoulders whenever possible, he felt
nevertheless more like a dwarf caged in a labyrinth than a toddler playing in a
garden.
“It is transmitting, Cuzzy
Baby” replied the 24-year-old, “I can assure you, but the signal is not so
strong as to reach Diaper world, which must be light years away, anyway. We
must hope for a ship to pass at least within this system’s range.”
“Let’s hope it’s not going to be the
toilet-dealers ‘rescuing’ us!” said Cuz in a bad mood.
“Hydra is much nearer to Diaper world than it
is to Earth, Cuzzy, and they must have sent someone
to look for us.”
“I hope so, because I’m tired of having my
diapers changed by another boy!” Cuz said, annoyed.
“Is a baby being fresh over there?” said Ethan
with a joking tone, “I can leave you in that diaper all the time you want…”
Cuzzy looked downward, pouting his lips. The
24-year-old approached and lowered himself to have his face at the height of Cuzzy’s.
“I wanna go home too,
Baby” said Ethan softly, caressing his cheeks, “I wanna
see Baby-Bro, Danny and Cirroc, I wanna
find out if they are ok.”
Baby-Cuz embraced
him, nestling his head on his shoulder.
“But we have no other choice than to wait”
Ethan added, “We have to stay put and keep our strength and spirits, for
Baby-Bro and the boys, okay?”
The little boy nodded slowly and said, almost
shyly, “It’s not true what I said before. I like it when you change my diaper…”
“I kno…” was saying
Ethan as he raised his head and saw two men pointing their phasers
at him and Cuz.
“I like it when you change my diaper” said one
of the two men, making a mocking imitation of the 8-year-old’s voice, “Ha, ha,
ha! Did you hear that, Frank?”
“Yeah! Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the other, “I
bet the big one likes his diaper to be changed by the little one, too!”
“Well, we are going to get a nice couple of
hundreds credits for the two of them when we’ll take them to Toilex VI!” said the first man.
“Even more, John” said Frank, “Though
considering that they are dia-pervs, I guess Diaper
world authorities would pay as much to put their hands on them! O, sicky, sicky babies, you are f***ed wherever we’ll take you to!”
“Hey, Frank, look at their module…” said John,
pointing at the written sign on it, “They were on that ship!”
“Wow, wow, wow…” said Frank, “Isn’t this our
lucky day, John, these two are worth their weight in gold pressed latinum, it only depends on who is prepared to pay more to
have them…”
“Hey, Mike” said John to his communication
device, “Four to beam up!”
White-Bottom Hunting
“Senorito Peter?”
said Consuelo as she knocked at his bedroom door, “Su padre le està esperando…”
“It’s okay, Consuelo”
answered the 13-year-old boy, opening the door, “Tell him it’ll be a minute” He
looked with satisfaction at his own image in the mirror as he began to pull his
baggy trousers over the six briefs, the eight tightie-whities
and the six boxers he had managed to wear. Was he exaggerating? Was he becoming
too daring? Maybe, but he wanted to take the maximum advantage of the only
positive side of going hunting – the baggy military trousers, which allowed him
to wear the amount of underpants he would normally have the confidence to wear
only in bed, and the possibility to pee in them as much as he wanted, thanks to
the fact that he could pretend to slip in any muddy puddle in the forest.
“Mi nino!” exclaimed Consuelo, “Cuantos calzoncillos llevas! Parece un
panalito!”
“O, Consuelo!” sighed Peter, “How I wish I
could wear a panalito!”
“Bueno, bueno! Ahora date prisa!”
she said laughing, “Tu papà
te està esperando!”
The Mexican lady was very fond of that lonely, sensitive boy, so out of place
in that family of callous men and hollow women. She was the only one in the
house who knew about Peter’s passion for multiple underwear
and she made sure nobody could find out about the massive use of underpants by
the chubby boy. It was their secret, the foundation of their special bond.
“Geez, Peter!”
shouted his father from downstairs, “How long is it gonna
take? Them deer are not gonna wait and pose for us to
shoot ’em!”
“Coming! Coming!” shouted Peter leaving his
room. The boy’s dislike for hunting was matched only by his father’s insistence
in taking him with him. “A boy is not a man until he shoots his first deer” his
father used to say. Men were hunters, for Christ sake! Where would our nation
be without guns, huh? But Peter was nothing like that. What an irony! The son
of the chairman of the National Gun Association hated gunshots and everything
associated with them. He just could not understand why boys and men had to
recur to such things to stay together. And then the boasting, the faked
laughter, the dirty jokes about women, the constant fear of being tested
through sudden fights, for him to prove that he could defend himself, though
that was the only physical contact he could possibly hope to get from his
father or his older brother. No hugs, not to mention kisses,
just punches on the shoulders or arms clamping his neck! Why, his father
surely did not want to raise his boys like sissies!
The drive lasted for an endless hour, during
which his father talked and preached about his ‘favourite’ subject – that
diaper wearing baby scumbag trying to turn the youth of our nation into damn
pissers and poopers like him! Peter got so used to his father’s recent
obsession that he didn’t even pay attention anymore to what he was saying, but he
kept nodding automatically every 20 seconds, just to give the impression that he
was listening. He did not agree with his father in the least, in fact Baby-Bro
was his secret hero, but he did not dare to show that he had a different
opinion from his father’s. His only silent protest consisted into dashing,
every now and then, a tiny dribble of pee in his bulky underwear. The very idea
of doing this while his father sat beside him made him feel so cooool!
He felt relief as they arrived at the deer
woods and began walking in search of a nice sample for him to harvest – what a
terrible euphemism for such a horrible action! – To celebrate his entry into
manhood. He was given his father’s Foster-type 12-gauge slug gun, a weapon
which couldn’t possibly compete with more modern slugs as far as distance was
concerned, as its range was well below the
“Hush!” whispered his father all of a sudden,
stopping behind a tree trunk, “There!”
He pointed his finger at a beautiful antlerless white tail drinking at a brook. Peter was
paralysed with admiration for the young animal which immediately made him think
of Bambi. He could not believe his father and brother could not see the same
beauty he saw and didn’t feel the same tenderness he felt. It was one of those
moment in which he had the very strong feeling that at his birth someone had
probably put him into the wrong cradle at the hospital – how else could one
explain his being in such a family!
“What do you say, son?” whispered his father,
“You wanna have a try?”
“But… dad, he is just a fawn!” he almost
shouted, “Isn’t this against the rules?”
“Hush! You’ll scare him away!” whispered his
father almost angrily, “And if that is a fawn you are just a baby! Can’t you
see he is at least one and half year old? Besides, we make the rules here, and
I think it’s only fair for a boy to try to shoot at a young deer! You both have
the same experience of life! Isn’t that fair?”
“You bet it is…” chuckled his older brother,
“Go for it, Petey!”
“O dad! Please, let’s look for a bigger one!”
he pleaded.
“Stop that!” came the harsh reply, “You wanna be a sissy all your life? Now let’s get closer”
The three advanced a few yards, carefully
placing one feet after the other to avoid any noise, until Bambi raised his
beautiful head for a moment. ‘Run, run, run!’ shouted the boy in his mind. The young
buck couldn’t hear him, however, and stood there, waving nervously his tail for
a minute or two. But his big wet eyes were still too inexperienced to make out
the shape of the three humans in the trees, and resumed drinking, oblivious of
the danger.
“Aim your slug, son!” whispered his father,
“Stay still and hold your breath, you can’t miss it!”
Peter followed his father’s instructions, marvelling
at his own self-control, at the steadiness of his hands, though a veil of tears
in his eyes made the shape of Bambi blur into the background.
“Shoot!” said his father, “Now!”
The gunshot echoed in the woods and in the
boy’s ears. How could someone get a feeling of power out of it? It sounded more
like a hideous, raucous, almost voiceless laughter. A
laughter mocking man’s forlorn belief to be in control of things rather than
being controlled by them. The brown spot had disappeared from his misty
visual field.
“You missed him! Damn you!” shouted his father
in a scary attack of anger, “How could you? How could you? You are supposed to
be my son, Christ! Now give me that slug! You are not worthy of carrying it, do
you understand me?”
Peter gave back the shotgun to his father. He
didn’t look at him, to avoid his tears to be seen. Without a word, his father
began to walk, followed by his older brother and by him. The boy watched the
two men walking in front of him, giving their shoulders to him, ignoring him,
as if marking his exclusion from the world of real males. He was shocked by his
father reaction. It wasn’t so much the anger, but the sadness, the
disappointment conveyed by the anger that struck him. He began to wonder if
missing that stupid young deer was worth all this. For some strange reason, the
more he felt excluded from the world of his father and his brother, the more he
felt like adopting their point of view on things. And for the first time he
felt an unbearable wave of embarrassment for wearing all those pairs of wet
underpants, particularly now that the sum of all the elastic bands on his legs
made itself felt like a set of huge teeth trying to bite
off his thighs! What had he been thinking? Why couldn’t he be a normal boy just
like all the others? A boy his father would be proud of? The more he walked,
the more the presence of the wet bulk between his thighs became intolerable. He
had to get rid of them! But how? Even if he pretended
to take a crap, taking off his boots and trousers and all those damn pairs of
underpants would have taken ages! And he didn’t want to make his dad even more mad at him than he was already. But the worse thing was
that he felt more and more an urge to pee and poop, and if he eventually did
that, there was no other alternative for him than to recur to his original plan
of slipping into a puddle. ‘Great!’ he thought, ‘Another occasion for my dad to
be “proud” of me!’. But he had no choice. He had never
felt so lost before in his life.
The silence of the gloomy trio was suddenly
interrupted by a text reaching his father’s cell phone –
“A-ha!” exclaimed his father, “At least there
is someone who hasn’t missed his target!”
“What’s up?” asked the brother, approaching
him.
“A friend of mine has just made a nice
harvest!” said the man, glowing, “Who said this was not going to be a great
day, eh? Peter!” he said, turning to the boy, “Hurry up, son! We’ll come back
next week, just make sure you’ll practice your aiming every day!”
The boy did not know whether to feel relieved
or shocked by his father’s sudden change of mood, though for some mysterious
reason he felt less bad at the idea of falling into a puddle at the earliest
occasion. A feeling which in turn caused his sphincter muscles to relax long
enough for a lump of poop to ‘materialise’ and squash on his nice fat ass, as
if adding a new pair of brown, thin, gooey briefs to his collection. Just the
equivalent of a little lump, however, as the twenty layers of cloth wrapped
around his bottom simply refused any further ‘contribution’ from his bowels.
“My God, you stink!” exclaimed his father later
in the pick up, laughing, “That puddle you fell in must have been full of the
shit of that young buck scared to death!”
***
“Ethan, Ethan” said his mother, “Can you hear
me?”
“Whe… where… is Baby-Bro?”
asked the youth as he woke up.
“O, sweetheart, are you okay?” said the lady
embracing the light of her eyes, “We worried so much about you!”
“What happened? Where is Baby-Bro?”
“O, honey…” said the woman, holding back her
tears, “He… he’s in drug-induced coma. The bullet went through his left lung,
missing his heart only by a few millimetres, and then got out from his back
into your liver!”
“I must see him!” said Ethan trying to get out
of the bed, “Ouuuch!” he shouted.
“Baby, don’t move!” said his mother, “They just
took a bullet out of your liver!”
“Ethan!” said Baby-Bro’s sister appearing at
the doorstep, “How are you?”
“I’ll survive” he said exchanging a kiss with
her, “What about your brother?”
“The doctors say he should make it, but they
have to wait and see if he needs to undergo another surgical intervention.”
“Ethan, the Police are outside” said his mother
blushing, “they are going to ask you questions about the man who shot at
Baby-Bro and you. Do you want me to call the nurse to remove… that before they come in? You don’t need
it anymore now…”
Ethan looked at the thick diaper he was wearing
and noticed that it was different from the one he was wearing when Baby-Bro and
him got shot. They obviously had changed him after the
surgery.
“No, mum” he said without hesitation, “I’m gonna keep it, for Baby-Bro. I mean, someone just shot at
him for wearing one! O, mum, there is so much at stake here! We cannot let
those people win!”
***
The mood of Peter’s father changed once more on
that day, as they got home. He was angry again, though the boy could not really
understand why. That was one of the features of adults which puzzled him and
scared him the most since his childhood – the sudden, unexplainable changes of
mood. What was the point of trying to stay out of trouble or even to do as they
said, if in the end they got mad anyway? He promised
to himself never to be like that – especially with children! – once he would become an adult.
In the evening, however, things began to click
in his mind as he watched the news – someone had shot the famous diaper boy,
who was now lying in coma at the hospital. It was as if the pieces of a puzzle
wanted to come together, but the resulting image was so terrifying that
something prevented them from getting at the right place. The news said also
that people were planning a rally with candles outside the hospital, in support
of Baby-Bro and there was also a short interview with the diaper boy’s future
brother-in-law, who got wounded too during the shooting. Peter could not help
noticing that he was wearing a diaper while being interviewed on the bed at the
hospital. That was so bizarre! He looked like a really strong guy, very
athletic, and yet he was wearing a diaper! Maybe there was a way of being a real
man which was different from the one portrayed by his father? No way! After
removing his grossly soiled underwear that afternoon, he decided once and for
all that it was over with his multiple underwear game and his silly diaper day
dreaming. O, he felt sorry for the diaper boy, of course, but one had to admit
that he had looked for it, hadn’t he?
He went to bed, ready for his first night
without multiple underwear, his first night as a real boy. What a freedom! He
was so pleased with himself! He lied on his big belly, preparing himself for
the sleep all warriors deserve, until his hands touched something strange under
the pillow... ‘What is this?’ he thought, ‘Consuelo!’ She was the only one who
could have thought of hiding a diaper under his pillow for him to wear it. He
threw the diaper on the floor with revulsion. How dared she? His father was
damn right in saying that one should never give too much confidence to the
people at your service, because they will only take advantage of it. No, no,
no, querida! You better learn what your place in this
house is otherwise you’ll be dismissed pronto and adios green card! Cuidado! ‘Cuidado?’ came in
another thought, ‘What do you mean by cuidado? The
poor lady just saw your messed pants and thought of a
way of helping you, protecting you from your father’s rage!’
‘Ok, ok, but that was the only and last time
she saw that! No more messy pants from now on! So, she better takes that stupid
diaper back tomorrow and throws it away!’
‘But it’s right there, can’t you just pick it up
and try it? Just to see what it feels like…’
‘I said it’s over with all that! There is no
need to try what I don’t want to try. Full stop!’
‘O, c’mon, you’ve been dying for one all your
life and now that you have the opportunity you are gonna
miss it? A second missed shot in a day?’
‘You bastard! I wanted to miss that stupid deer, and
exactly in the same way I want to miss the “opportunity” of wearing that stupid
diaper!’
‘Okay, see it as a test then – if you think you
are so strong to resist the desire of wearing that diaper, why don’t you pick
it up and hold it in your hands? So you can see for yourself that you really
don’t want to wear it. Or are you so scared even to pick it up? A poor little
sissy afraid of holding a stupid diaper in his hand…’
‘F*** you! Of course I’m not afraid of taking
a diaper in my hands! Look!’
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned to
pick up the diaper from the floor. It felt like a big, soft book with a nice
plastic cover. He held it with both hands in front of him, almost yielding to
the temptation of squeezing it to make its plastics crinkle.
‘You see? It’s just a stupid diaper, something
for babies! Not for big boys like me!’
‘O, but that
one is a diaper for big, very big boys like you! Why do you think they come in
that size, huh?’
‘Well, I don’t need it!’
‘Have you noticed how soft it is? Why don’t you
open it to see its inside…’
‘What for? I know what diapers are like!’
‘Do you? So what are you afraid of? It’s not gonna eat you!’
‘Damn!’ he thought, unfolding the diaper in
anger, ‘There! There! It’s open, alright?’
He was surprised at the size of the diaper,
which only now revealed itself in its entirety.
‘O, look at it Peter, it’s made for you, isn’t
it? Can’t you see how your big bum fits perfectly in it? Let’s try it, shall
we?’
‘No!’
‘Why not? I’ll tell you what, if you can wear
it a whole night without peeing in it, than you will have the perfect proof
that you don’t need it, won’t you?’
‘Bullshit!’
‘O, c’mon! It’s just a diaper! You can control
this, can’t you?’
‘I mean, who could ever possibly want to depend
on a thing like that!’
‘Exactly! Let’s prove once and for all that
you can wear one without feeling anything special about it, without becoming
dependent on it! Come on! What do you have to lose?’
‘That’s stupid!’
‘Yeah, you are right. But, you know, avoiding a
temptation is not that much of a deal. I mean, anyone can stop eating too much
if they keep the fridge empty. Is that really a big deal? But to sit in front
of a nice piece of cake and resist the temptation of eating it – now, that’s
what I call real guts! Those really are people with nerves made of steel…’
‘You want me to prove it you? I’ll prove it to
you!’ and he threw the diaper on his bed, got rid of his pyjamas trousers and
sat right on the back hem of the disposable. He did all this with jerky, angry
movements. O, he was furious! He was going to teach a lesson to that stupid
diaper, his bouncing boner notwithstanding! He pulled up with force the front
hem of the diaper, unwillingly spreading his legs open, reluctantly conceding
that it was too bulky for his thighs to stay close to each other. As he began
fastening the tapes, however, he underwent a complete change of mood – his
motions slowed down and became more careful, as if realising that that very
special garment demanded respect and caution.
‘O, my God!’ he thought, patting the soft bulk
on the front. ‘Geez! This is
f***ing GREAT!’ In that moment he knew that this was sooo right! The diaper was exactly where it belonged – on
him! And he was exactly where he belonged – in a diaper!
Aren’t we just the craziest species ever
appeared on this poor planet of ours? Why, the boy had spent the whole
afternoon and the evening complaining about the inexplicable mood changes of
adults and there he was pledging eternal love to the very thing he had despised
until a minute before! Why on Earth do we like to play this kind of games with
ourselves? Can’t we just say straight away that we love something? No, we must
spend a good deal of time pretending that we hate it or that we can’t have it
before letting ourselves go, mustn’t we? Probably for the
same reason for which we don’t like stories where everything goes fine.
We just find them boring and so we devote ourselves to stories full of
difficulties and obstacles for the characters, though we sure want a happy
ending.
‘Aren’t we glad we didn’t miss our second shot
today?’ asked someone in Peter’s mind.
‘Yeah…’ he replied, happily stroking the diaper,
‘My father would say that at least there is someone
who hasn’t missed his targ… f***ing
hell! O my God! He’s behind it! He’s behind it! He had someone shoot at the
diaper boy!’
The Invasion of the Butty-Snatchers
Mike entered the cell where Ethan and Cuz were kept on the small ship of the bounty hunters.
“Your meal” he said without looking at them and
leaving a tray on a table.
“Where are they taking us, Mikey?” said Ethan,
“Is it Diaper world or Toilex VI?”
The 20-year-old boy stopped at the threshold,
his back to the prisoners. He was obviously uncomfortable in their presence and
wanted to leave as soon as possible.
“You’ll find out pretty soon” he said and moved
a step out of the cell.
“Mikey!” said Ethan, “Please!”
“My name’s Mike, you…” he said, turning and
going back into the cell again. He knew he had made a mistake as he made eye
contact with the most beautiful young man he ever saw in his life. He had made
his best to hide his shock since he first saw Ethan appearing in the
teleportation device. He had never seen a grown up in diapers before!
Pre-teens, teens… that was almost ‘normal’, but a guy! Why was he wearing
diapers? That stunning 24-year-old could have had all the girls he wanted,
whereas he had not managed to date a single girl yet, at twenty! He didn’t know
how to approach them and he could feel girls were not attracted to him for some
reason.
“Why do you wear diapers?” asked Mike, half
astonished, half reproaching, “I mean, that boy is
already too big for wearing them… but you! Geez, don’t
you feel ridiculous?”
“I don’t know, Mikey…” said Ethan approaching
the 20-year-old and quickly raising his eyebrows a couple of times, “Do I look
ridiculous?”
“YES!” lied Mike, his heart beats increasing in
speed, perfectly aware that nothing in the universe could make someone as
beautiful as Ethan look ridiculous.
“So, whom should I believe” said Ethan
cheekily, “Your voice or… that boner about to tear your trousers apart?”
“Argh!” said the
youth, blushing and turning to leave the room. A big mistake.
Like all people who had spent too much time with toilet-dealers, he also
thought that someone in a diaper could not represent a threat. Ethan grabbed
the opportunity and twisted the youth’s right arm behind his back, while wrapping
his own left arm around his neck.
“Easy baby…” he whispered to the terrorised
youth feeling Ethan’s arm clasped around his neck and tightening the grip,
“Where are we going? Huh?”
“T…toi… toilex!” said Mike almost choking.
“You know I could break your neck in a second…”
whispered Ethan into his ear, “But somehow I’ve got the feeling that you are a
nice guy who’s just spent too much time with the wrong people, am I right?”
“Y… yes, p… please!” moaned the 20-year-old,
grabbing Ethan’s arm around his neck with his left arm, “Don’t kill me…!”
“Have you got brothers, Mikey?” asked Ethan,
slightly releasing the grip on Mike’s neck, but twisting his right arm even
further.
“Ouch! Yeah… why?”
“How many, how old?”
“One, ten year… old! Cough!”
Ethan turned with him toward Cuz, who stood at a corner of the cell.
“I want you to take a good look at that boy,
Mikey. He might be your brother, couldn’t he?” asked the 24-year-old. Mike
nodded, pressing his chin on Ethan’s elbow.
“Do you know what they are going to do to him
if he ends up on Toilet VI?”
“They, cough!, will
re… train, cough, him, like my brother, please!” pleaded Mike.
“Is your brother happier since the re-training?
Be honest!” said Ethan tightening again his powerful arm around the youth’s
neck.
“N…no, he is not! Please, cough, cough, I’m cough choking!”
“Will you be a good boy if I’ll let go?” said
Ethan, almost sticking his tongue into Mike’s ear.
“Cough! Yeah! I will!”
“Good boy!” said the 24-year-old, kissing Mike
on his right cheek while releasing the grip on his neck and his right arm, “Cuz, come here and say hello to Mikey!”
“Hello, Mikey!” said the 8-year-old showing his
best smile, “I’m Cuz!”
“Ba… Baby-Cuz? The one of the statues?”
asked Mike, recovering his breath.
“Mike, where the hell are you? We need you on the helm!” said the
intercom.
“I’m coming!” he replied, while taking the
8-year-old in his arms. Nanoseconds became eons as he held Cuz
in his arms, while long forgotten images of his brother and him waking up
diapered in the same bed, playing like puppies, came back smashing all the
years of re-training.
“Do you understand now why he must not go to Toilex VI?” asked Ethan, putting his hand on Mike’s
shoulder. Mike felt a shiver down his spine – My God, how can you fall in love
with someone who has just threatened to kill you? He had never been at the
mercy of another guy like that before! And what a guy! O, he had had his share
of fights, but that was so different! The power of that arm around his neck!
His whispers in his ears! He even kissed him!
“I’ll help you, but you must let me take my
brother, before we head for Diaper world” said Mike.
“Where’s your brother?” asked Ethan.
“On Toilex VI…”
replied the 20-year-old.
“Are you insane? Look” said Ethan, “You’ll take
us to Diaper world and then I’ll help you get your brother, okay? You have my
word!”
“My picture will be on all the toilet-mafia
ships by then! We must act now!” said Mike.
“In that case, I must make sure that there are
other Diaper world ships accompanying us, okay?”
“Why should Diaper world risk its ships to
rescue my brother?”
“Because if we cannot conquer Toilex VI, we will never know if we can really hope to win
the Earth back! Do we have a deal?”
“All right!” said Mike, “Now come with me!” The
two youths left the cell for the helm, where they easily took control of the
situation, knocking down John and Frank, who ended in the very cell where the
two diaper boys were before. Mike took command of the ship, while Ethan tried
to establish a radio contact to Diaper world.
***
“A diaper?” said Jack, “Why, Baby-Bro, I’m
afraid that’s the only request I have to refuse. Please try to see things from
my perspective – if we were to allow you to wear diapers, there would be no way
to convince the others that they don’t need them, would it?”
“In that case” replied Baby-Bro, “forget about
the Diaper world coordinates!”
“What a pity, Mr Baby-Bro” said Jack in a voice
which almost betrayed genuine disappointment, “I thought we were getting along
so well, the two of us. Now I’m afraid that not even the cage is a sufficient… ‘incentive’ to win your cooperation… Take him to room 101!”
he said to the two men behind the 12-year-old, who had never noticed them
before that moment.
Room 101 was a sort of legend on Toilex VI, the kind of place everyone whispers about, and
yet no one knows if it really exists or not. And Baby-Bro wasn’t exactly happy
to be the first one to find out about it. But telling the toilet-mafia the
whereabouts of Diaper world was out of question, particularly now that he had
for the first time in months the strong feeling that Cuzzy
was safe – had he been in their hands, surely Jack would have mentioned him and
used him to threaten Baby-Bro more effectively than any room 101 could possibly
do! He held on to that thought as the two men began putting chains to his
ankles and wrists and a small crane lifted him above the opening of a huge WC!
He found himself hovering face down over the gigantic toilet, just below the
seat line, while the enormous lid closed on him.
The darkness made him lose track of time, while
the pain on his ankles and wrists was soon covered by the unbearable muscle
cramps in his limbs. He wept and cursed the world, though the pain was nothing
compared to the real terror which assailed him as he realised that at each
flushing of the toilet, the chains at his ankles and wrists would increase in
length, thus bringing him nearer to the water pit! He knew that he would
eventually drown once below a certain level.
At times he simply fainted, hanging unconscious
for minutes, or hours – it was impossible to tell – before the next flushing.
‘Look at the favourite disciple of my
opponent…’ said a voice in his mind.
Baby-Bro knew that the voice had to be real,
somehow, as he was certain that his brain was incapable of concocting something
as hideous as that. It sounded like the voice of a dead body made ‘alive’ by
the use of mechanical devices, like an air pump stuck in its ass and little
metal hooks pulling its lips and tongue to fake speech sounds. The voice
quivered in the most unsettling manner and the consonants sounded horribly
wrong.
“Why don’t you just kill me” said Baby-Bro in a
feeble voice, “Isn’t that what you want?”
‘Two-hundred years of diaper boys swarming all
over, two-hundred years of deprivation of those precious little peckers pouring
their sweet pee down my throat, twenty decades without their soft poop plunging
into my mouth… and you think you can get away with it by just dying? O, no, no, no! I want you and that loser you still call
‘master’ to see the complete failure of your project! I want you to witness the
eradication of diapers from our universe! Believe me,
no one will even remember what that word means once I’m finished with it! After
all, they are called “Die-pers”, aren’t they? So they
must die! Ha, ha, ha!’
“What about the newborns?” said Baby-Bro,
trying not to shiver at the horrendous sound of that laughter, “Are you gonna have them tied to you after birth?”
‘And they told me you were smart!’ mocked him
back the voice, ‘Are you just stupid or are you pretending not to know the
mankind did extremely well long before some idiot even invented a diaper? Don’t
you know that even as you started with this foolish project of yours, there
were still hundreds of millions of people raising their little ones without any
need of those dirty rugs? You are so pathetic! You are so obsessed with diapers
that you cannot even conceive that people can get along without them, can you?’
“Of course they can” replied
the 12-year-old, “as well as they can get along without toilets! Or is someone
here trying to remove the speck from my eye while not seeing the beam of wood
in his own? We both know that you and Didee are ideas
which need to spread to survive, ideas whose absence wouldn’t probably harm
mankind in any way, but whose presence enriches their life! So why can’t you
strike a deal? The girls for you and the boys for Didee?”
‘You are smart after all!’ said the voice,
genuinely struck by the boy’s remarks, ‘But, tell me, do you think your master
would be ready to accept a slightly different deal? The boys for
me and the girls for him?’
“Pro… probably… not” admitted the boy.
‘You see? You are smart! I’m sure you understand
why this war will go on until one of us destroys his opponent’
“Ideas don’t die…” said Baby-Bro bitterly.
‘O, yes they do!’ said the voice triumphantly,
‘Just wait and see until I get your sweet little cousin out of his diapers and
make of him the best example of re-training for all the boys of the universe!’
“Leave him out of this!” pleaded Baby-Bro, “Take
me! I will undergo the re-training for you! You will show to the whole world
how the leader of the diaper revolution finally uses a toilet! But leave my
cousin alone, please, please!”
‘O, how very generous of you, Baby-Bro! I’ll
grant you that! But don’t you think I know about the prophecy? Actually, what
you call a prophecy is a bet between your master and me – the boy stays in
diaper? I lose, but if the boy ends up on a toilet, I win! And you can be sure
that I won’t stop until that little boy pisses right into my throat! Ha, ha, ha!’
And the toilet flushed once more, covering
Baby-Bro completely with tons of water.
***
“This is ship NSC-204 calling Diaper world.
This is ship NSC-204 calling Diaper world” repeated Ethan trying the hundredth
frequency on the sub-space radio, after twenty-four hours since their takeover
of the bounty hunter’s ship. He sat beside Mike, who now and then let his hand
‘accidentally’ drop from the keyboard onto Ethan’s diapered lap.
“I am watching you!” said Cuz
with a serious voice from behind the two, “May I remind you that there is a
minor on the helm?”
The two guys laughed, while Mike took his hand
back to the keyboard.
“You know…” whispered Ethan to the 20-year-old
after a while, “it would be different if you were diapered” and he moved his
head lightly in Cuzzy’s direction.
“You mean…” whispered Mike, after taking a
glance at Cuz, “he wouldn’t mind me touching you if I
was diapered?”
“That’s correct” whispered the 24-year-old, “he
wouldn’t think it was something sexual that way”
“I guess I better go straight to the replicator and order a diaper at once!” said Mike.
“Leave it” said Ethan standing up, “I’ll do it
for you… Cuzzy! Would you mind going to Mike’s room
and bring his bag here?”
“What are you two up to?” said Cuz half cheekily, half serious, “Why would he need his bag
now?”
“Cuzzy, Mike and I
want to make a surprise for you…” said Ethan.
“What kind of surprise?” asked the sceptical preteen.
“A nice one, will you go, Cuzzy…”
smiled Ethan, “please?”
“All right, all right!” mumbled the 8-year-old
leaving the helm.
“Computer, diaper, size 11, thickness
“Mikey….” said softly Ethan approaching him
from behind with the diaper in his hand, “you better insert the automatic pilot,
take off your trousers and lie down on the floor…”
“It’s already on!” said Mike standing up and beginning
to unzip his trousers.
“On and hard…” joked
Ethan, referring to the spectacular boner of the 20-year-old. He knelt on the
floor, unfolded the diaper and laid it down for Mike to sit on it, while the
youth’s erection approached his face. Ethan grabbed the flying cock… and pulled
it down toward the diaper, forcing Mike to follow the movement.
“We don’t have much time, Mikey” he said, “Cuzzy will be back in a few moments”
“I know…” sighed the youth, laying his buttocks
on the diaper and closing his eyes.
Ethan pulled the front hem over Mike’s belly,
quickly sealing the tapes afterward.
“Ready!” said Ethan giving him a quick kiss on
the lips. But Mike did not want to stand up yet.
“O, Ethan” he said eventually, “How could I let
them talk me into re-training! And I even took my brother along!”
“Wow! Mikey!” exclaimed Cuz
coming back to the helm, “You look GREAT!”
“He does, doesn’t he?” agreed Ethan, helping
the youth up.
One could tell Mike was on the brink of crying,
but he managed to hold his tears back and lowered himself to give Cuzzy a nice hug. O, Cuzzy
reminded him sooo much of his little brother!
“We’ll find your brother and we’ll all go to
Diaper world!” whispered the 8-year-old in his ear.
“NSC-204, NSC-204, this is Diaper One, can you
copy?” said a familiar voice on the radio.
“Baby-Sir!!” shouted Cuz
and Ethan in unison.
***
Baby-Bro opened his eyes. Where was he? He had
to wait for a while, until his sight adjusted to the darkness. He looked around
and identified the shape of three empty beds. A hospital?
A piercing pain crossed his arm as he tried to lift the cover. He could feel
all his limbs aching now, especially around his wrists and ankles. Was he still
hanging on the huge toilet? But the sudden terror went away as quickly as it
came. No, he was definitely lying on a bed and then he had this funny feeling
of a friendly presence… He drifted back to sleep.
“Can he talk?” said a known voice.
“He is still unconscious, Director” said a
female voice. Baby-Bro understood that it was better for him to keep his eyes
closed.
“It’s been a week!” protested Jack.
“You can’t expect to drown someone and get him on
his feet alive and kicking the next day, Director” said another male voice.
“Doctor!” said Jack, switching back to the
false friendly tone Baby-Bro knew too well, “It was just a few buckets of
water… no one has ever died from that! It was just a special training session…
a bit harsh perhaps, but…” Baby-Bro heard with terror the director approaching
his bed.
“Quite a thick quilt you’ve put on him too…”
said Jack, lifting the cover with one rough gesture, “YOU’VE DIAPERED HIM?!”
Baby-Bro got so frightened that he could not help opening his eyes.
“What did you think? That we let unconscious
patients flood our beds with piss? In what kind of world do you live?” said the
doctor vehemently.
“Well… he’s not unconscious anymore, it seems!”
said the skull-like face of Jack looking at him, “Are you unconscious,
Baby-Bro-thel? Get him out of that diaper NOW!”
“This is my
infirmary, Jack” shouted the doctor, “I am the one in charge here and I dispose
of my patients as I see fit!”
“You are endangering a serious re-training
scheme, Doctor! The re-training Commission on Earth will get a report from me
on this and you better pray your high placed friends will still be there to
help you!”
“You are the one who needs friends, Jack, don’t think the Commission will take the attempted
murder of a boy so lightly!”
“Attempted murder?! Ha, ha!” laughed Jack, “Give me a
break, Doc! No one has ever died in my re-training facility,
we’ve got the highest rate of successful re-trainings in the whole universe!”
“Successful? You mean like this boy who might
never walk nor move his arms again and will need a diaper for the rest of his
days?”
“You just” said Jack in a low, threatening
whisper, approaching his terrifying face to the doctor’s, “have no idea what
you are messing up with, have you, Doc?” He then turned to the 12-year-old:
“You enjoy this while you can, Baby-Brothel! You enjoy this while you can!” and
left the room.
“We must find a way to get him out of here!”
said the doctor to the nurse.
“Don’t put yourself in danger for me, Doctor!”
said Baby-Bro.
“Baby-Bro” said the doctor, “If you end up a
second a time in the hands of that man… you are a dead boy! Do you understand?”
“Then you must send me to Diaper world, it’s
the only safe place for me…”
“How can we do that?” inquired the doctor.
“Find a toilet-dealer greedy enough to take me
there in exchange of money, I can pay lots of credits
once back on Diaper world!”
“You are too hot a merchandise
for anyone to take that risk now, honey!” said the nurse.
“Tell us where Diaper world is and we’ll take
you there!” offered the doctor.
‘Can you trust them? What if this is all just a
set up?’ said a voice in his mind.
“I… I don’t know where it is…” he said shyly.
“You don’t?” marvelled the doctor.
“It’s… a safety measure we concocted a long
time ago for a situation like this one…”
“I see!” said the doctor, “Quite clever, I must
admit. But can you think of someone we could try to get in touch with?”
“I know someone will try to contact me now that
I’m wearing a diaper again. We’ll just have to wait…”
***
Baby-Sir and four armed diapered teens
materialised on the helm of the NSC-204 and the happiest reunion took place
between the diaper prince and his two friends. Warm tears,
long hugs, light pats on diapered bottoms, the whole repertoire of genuine
affection among boys. Baby-Cuz knew now that
Ethan wasn’t lying when he said he loved Cirroc too
as he watched the two boys embracing each other, kissing and crying – their
common love, Baby-Bro, who once was the involuntary cause of their reciprocal
jealousy, was now what made their love so strong. And one could tell Mike was
the jealous one now! But Cuzzy-the-wise-baby
approached Mike to let him take him in his arms, knowing this was the best
remedy against the 20-year-old’s jealousy. “Diapers unite what pee-pees
divide…” said Cuzzy softly to Mike, as this kissed
him lightly on the cheeks, “Let your Didee take over,
trust him your pee-pee – once a real diaper boy, you’ll love them all and you
will be loved by all…” Mike listened to Cuzzy’s
words, letting their truth imbibe him with promises of unknown happiness and
joy.
“How did you get the Diaper One back?” Ethan
asked Cirroc, “Where did you flee?”
“I never fled and that’s exactly the reason why
I got it back!” said the proud commander, “I hid in the Jeffery-tubes for a
month, together with Brian and half a dozen of boys. Boy, you bet we got sick
and tired of replicated food and diapers in that month, but it was worth it! We
let them believe they had full command of the ship, while we took notice of all
their destinations, including Toilex VI, which is
were Baby-Bro must be held captive…”
“Toilex VI?” said
Ethan and Cuz in horror, “They must have tortured
him, if they found out who he is!”
“We don’t know, boys” replied Baby-Sir, “But
that’s why Toilex VI will be our first target on the
way to Earth. We have learned a lot during these months, and Brian has finally
managed to make the pee-maker a reliable tool and has invented two awesome
weapons! And Danny! Well, your brother has proved once more that he is genius,
Ethan! You’ll see!”
“What did he do?” asked Cuzzy,
whose curiosity was as incontinent as his bladder and bowels.
“It’s a surprise! But you’ll love it!” said the
diaper prince, “Let me show you Brian’s new weapons while you are here, I think
we can test them on your prisoners…”
“Yeah!” exclaimed the three boys. And they all
went to the cell were the two bounty hunters were kept and as soon as they opened
the door John jumped out of the cell holding a rudimental phaser
he concocted using the electrical circuits of the lights. One of the diapered
teens immediately activated his own phaser, pointing
its white beam to John’s crotch, who began to moan
uncontrollably, falling on his back and letting go of his phaser.
A second teen did the same pointing the beam to Frank who had exactly the same
reaction as John’s.
“AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW! AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!” wailed the two
men.
“What’s happening to them?” asked Cuz, while Mike and Ethan began to laugh as they noticed
the bursting erections of the bounty hunters jerking on the floor. The men’s
trousers were wet, but it wasn’t pee…
“They are experiencing” explained Cirroc, “the longest orgasm they’ve ever had in their lives
– the white beam hitting their crotches makes their nerve cells down there
resonate and so they keep feeling that they are coming, even if there is
nothing left in their balls to be squeezed out anymore.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the 8-year-old.
“On the contrary” said the diaper prince, “they
feel such an intense pleasure that they are paralysed by it and cannot do
anything else. Ok, boys, I think they’ve had enough” And the two teens switched
off their beams, leaving the men on the floor exhausted beyond recognition.
“The phaser has two
more functions” continued Cirroc, “which I’m sure you
are gonna love…. Mike can I test them on you?”, he said noticing the 20-year-old’s fresh diaper.
Mike didn’t even have the time to say anything
that a yellow beam was hitting his diapered crotch already, and in a matter of
seconds one could see a dark spot growing in size…
“My God!” exclaimed the youth, “What’s the
other function? O, no! No, no, no!” And a brown beam was hitting his bottom
provoking an unmistakable inflation of his diaper right behind his anus. Ethan
and Cuz had to hold their aching tummies, while they
laughed their head off.
“But this is not all, babies!” said Cirroc, “There is one more weapon you have to see… Boys” he
said to the four teens, “take the two prisoners back in the cell…” And the
teens dragged the two exhausted men in the cell and came out again.
“Now, this is only a small one…” said Baby-Sir
extracting a little ball of glass from his uniform, “The big ones will be
beamed directly into the enemy’s ships…” And he threw the ball on the floor and
closed the door of the cell. The three rescued boys couldn’t believe their eyes
as they saw through the screen showing the inside of the cell the two men
jumping on each other, kissing their mouths off, ripping off each other’s shirts
and trousers, blowing each other to consumption…
“It’s called a sex-bomb…” explained Cirroc, “We will use it to take command of their ships.”
“This is so fascinating!” exclaimed Ethan,
“Weapons of love instead of death! Brain really followed Didee’s
philosophy in making them!”
“You are right” commented Cirroc,
“and this exactly why we shall win! Let’s go on board of the Diaper One, now. Toilex VI is waiting for us!”
As the boys materialised on the Diaper One the
first thing Mike, Ethan and Cuz got was a
professional diaper change by the pink angels serving on board. The three boys
got changed in the same room where, after a shave to Ethan’s and Mike’s body
hair, they all experienced the shock of a new poop-eater on them. Mike was the
most affected of course, not only because he had never tried a poop-eater
before, but also because he had a personal matter with Didee
to clear – he began by clapping his feet plants and patting his diaper, like
every boy would do with a new poop-eater on, but after a while he began to cry
like a real little baby, producing an inconsolable wail, as if looking for
mommy, as if asking Didee for forgiveness for having
neglected him for such a long time, admitting how foolish he had been in
refusing to wear a diaper for so long. His desperate babyish cries could be
translated into something like “I will be a good baby, now! I promise I will
never try to take off my didees again, honest! I
realise now that boys belong to diapers! Please let me be
one of your diaper baby boys again! You know I cannot go anywhere without you!
I’ve learnt my lesson, please, please, please! Take me with you again!”
***
Baby-Bro! Sweet baby!
How are you? said Didee in his dream.
‘Why, Didee, I’d
thought I’d never hear from you again! I’m almost paralysed, as you can see,
but for the rest I’m fine, now that I can hear you again and I know Cuzzy is safe!’
O Baby, don’t worry
about the wounds, they’ll heal. The boys are coming to free you and all the
other boys in this horrible place…
‘They’re coming? That’s great, Didee! When? When? When?’
In a few hours?
‘O, please tell me this is not a dream!’
Well, it is a dream, of
course, but I can assure you – the boys are coming for real… O, I’m so proud of
you, Baby-Bro! You went through the most horrible experience a diaper baby boy
can imagine and yet you took it with such a steadfastness!
Your loyalty to me is of example for all the diaper boys of the universe!
‘Speaking of loyalty…’ came the sarcastic remark
of the 12-year-old, ‘is it true what that detestable toilet said? That the
prophecy about Cuzzy is in reality a bet between you
and him?’
That stupid bastard!
Well, now it is no longer a prophecy nor a bet
anymore, as he broke the promise we both made, that is – never to speak about
it to anyone. Baby, I know you might take this from the wrong side, but at the
time we made that bet I thought it was the only way to put an end to the war… Moreover,
I’ve never doubted Cuzzy’s capacity to avert all
major troubles – you may think this is the result of my blessing on him, but
the fact is that it is much more than that… You see, Baby, what you consider
your cousin is actually the embodiment of another idea, a colleague of mine so
to speak, and a very close one for that matter. Cuzzy
is happy innocence, Cuzzy is good-humoured naivety, Cuzzy is playful curiosity, in one word he is… the Eternal
Child. No one who has a human heart can resist him…
‘Does he know he is all that? And how should I
treat him, now that I know all this?’
He doesn’t know what
he is, but he doesn’t ignore it either – he just is, like a real child. He
loves you so much, Baby-Bro, just love him as you did before, as you are doing
now. He is exactly what he looks like – a cute 8-year-old in diapers and he is
your closest cousin. But don’t forget that all humans are cousins – you all
descend from the same mother, you should love each other because of this.
Remember – there is a little diaper baby boy in every one, just look for it.
‘Is someone else of my friends the embodiment
of an idea? Cirroc? Ethan? Am I??’
That’s too soon for
you to know… go back to your normal sleep now, tomorrow is a big day!
The following morning Baby-Bro slept till late
and when he woke up, he couldn’t help but marvel at the bright light of the sun
of Orion. Where was the nurse? Why didn’t she wake him up for breakfast and to
change his diaper? “Ms Jones?” he said looking at the door. “Ms Jones!” he said
in a louder voice. He got frightened as he realised that no sound whatsoever
came from the inside of the infirmary. Did they leave? Did they leave him there alone? Instinctively he tried
to get out of bed and, to his surprise, he found his body responding! A bit
aching still, but he could move! He stood up slowly and made a couple of steps
toward the window. His diaper surely was drenched and pooped! But knowing what
was going on was more important than anything else. After all, he had spent so
many months without diapers that even a messy one was the most welcome garment one
could hope for in that place!
He leaned on the window and looked around,
scanning the various courts of the facility. Silence reigned everywhere and no
one was to be seen. That was weird! Until he identified the
doctor and the nurse accompanied by two more adults coming out of a dorm only
to enter the following one. Something had happened, for sure!
After a while he decided that it was safe
enough for him to venture through the infirmary in the search for food. A few
doors away from his room he found a small kitchen where he saw a few biscuits
and some tea in a kettle. “Great!” he said as he sat down at a table and poured
some tea in a mug and grabbed the biscuit box.
“Mr Baby-Bro!” scared him the nurse appearing
in the kitchen, making him jump on the chair, “O, I’m sorry if I frightened
you, but you must go to your bed at once, the director and the doctor will be
here in a few minutes!”
“What… what happened?” said Baby-Bro recovering
his breath.
“I’ll tell you once we are in your room. O, Mr
Baby-Bro, I better change your diaper before the
others come! Let’s go!”
“Can I take the biscuits?” he said after
emptying the mug in two gulps.
“Yes, but come, come!” hurried the nurse.
On their way to his room she opened quickly a
door with a key and grabbed a new diaper for the boy, and as soon as Baby-Bro
laid his padded buttocks on the bed the lady performed what probably was the
quickest diaper change in the history of mankind! She basically tore off the
messy diaper with one hand, lifted his legs with the other, threw the diaper in
a bin, cleaned the boy with a huge wet wipe, laid the new diaper (which she had
had unfolded already in the corridor!), lowered his legs and sealed him in in a
matter of seconds!
“My God, you should come to Diaper world to teach
our angels how to do that!” exclaimed the boy in admiration.
But the nurse did not have a chance to reply as
the director barged into the room immediately followed by the doctor and two
guards.
“YOU!” shouted Jack, “I want an explanation!
You must be behind all this!”
“I beg your pardon?” said calmly the
12-year-old, before biting a biscuit. He lay on his bed just in his thick
diaper, but that was enough for him to face the whole world! He had not felt
such a strength and confidence for a long time, but now it was back! He was the
diaper revolution leader again! And one could tell that even the adults in the
room had a clear perception of the fact that the boy lying on the bed now was
by no means an ordinary boy.
“How do you mean!” shouted Jack even louder,
his skull-like face assuming an even more unpleasant look because of its
redness, “Don’t pretend you don’t know what has just happened to all my boys!”
“Your…
boys?” said ironically Baby-Bro, “And you asked me if I was into boys, Jack!”
“All boys wet their beds last night!” said the
nurse, trying to break the mounting tension.
“He knows that, you stupid bitch!” screamed the
director, “He is behind all this! I just wanna know
how he did it!”
“Well, Jack” said the 12-year-old, “If you do
find out, please let me know, because I am as curious as you are…”
“TAKE HIM TO ROOM 101 NOW!” shouted the
hysteric director to the two guards, but before the two men moved, two more men
came in shouting:
“Director! Doctor! It’s happening again, right
now! They are wetting themselves, all of them!”
“You are gonna pay
for this!” hissed Jack to Baby-Bro and then said to the two guards: “I gave you
an order! I want to see him in room 101 when I… !”
Jack stopped talking as soon as he realised
that six human shapes were materialising in the room.
“Fire on them, fire… AAAAWWWW!” was his useless
order, as the white beams of the phasers reached
already his crotch and that of the guards, who dropped on the floor jerking and
moaning like bedevilled whores. The nurse did not know whether to laugh or to
blush while watching the director imbibing his pants with semen.
“Ethan!” shouted Baby-Bro to the 24-year-old
holding one of the magical phasers.
“Are you okay, Baby?” replied the youth, “I
think you are about the only person I know who could have managed to sneak into
a diaper even on Toilex VI!”
“I feel great now! Didee
told me you were coming! How is Baby-Cuz?”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself…” said Ethan,
dragging out the unconscious director, while the other boys took care of the
guards. A new shape materialised in the room: “Baby-Broooo!!”, shouted the 8-year-old.
“Cuzzyyyyyy!!!”
shouted back the 12-year-old, as his cousin jumped on the bed. The nurse and
the doctor left the room, leaving the two boys alone, while four armed diaper
boys took guard immediately outside of it.
“Ouch! Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Baby-Bro as the
little boy landed on his still aching body.
“Sorryy! Did I hurt you?” said the worried
cousin.
“O, no!” replied Baby-Bro, embracing him as
tight as he could, “You are the best medicine I could hope for, Cuzzy, smack!, Cuzzy,
smack!, Cuzzy, smack!…” said Baby-Bro kissing him all
over.
“Phew!” teased him the little boy, pretending
to wipe off his cousin’s saliva from his cheeks, “They haven’t turned you into
a sissy, have they?”
“What!” said the 12-year-old, feigning a change
of mood and then sticking his tongue into Cuzzy’s
ear, making him giggle hysterically and plead mercy.
As Baby-Bro stopped licking his cousin’s ear, the two boys remained embraced for
a while until a flow of tears from both of them began to wet their cheeks. They
cried like little babies for a good ten minutes, hugging each other as tightly
as they could, their diapers pressing against each other until they looked like
one diaper. We don’t know exactly what happened then, but wouldn’t it be nice
to think that the two diapers, for a timeless moment, actually melted into one?
allowing the two boys to enjoy their respective
nakedness and to wet each other, letting their mixing fluids seal their found
again love, protected from the external world?
In the meanwhile hundreds of diaper boys were
taking control of the re-training facility, entering all cells, dorms and
rooms, pointing their white beams to adults and the yellow and brown ones to
the boys, who began to flee in the open spaces, running and getting rid of
their messy garments at the same time, until some of them noticed three small
space ships flying in the sky and releasing thousands of small… things.
“Look!” said one boy, as the things unfolded
and began to fly… What were they? Robotised sea-gulls? No, they looked more
like flapping pillows… At any rate there were thousands of them and they were
attacking!
“DIAPERS!” shouted a little boy as he
recognised the flying objects. A wave of panic took hold of the boys who began
to run in hoards looking for shelter, though the first diapers had landed
already on their preys. One could see tens and tens of running boys being
attacked from behind, the back hem of the diapers splashing on their butts while
the front hem still hung loose for a few seconds before rising and covering
their groins in a flash. “Mommy! Mommyyy!
Wahhh!” cried the little ones among them as they ran,
not realising that soon they would end up exactly where mommy always wanted
them to be – in their thick didees! Other boys
managed to enter several dorms and the canteen, locking the doors behind them,
but one could see at that point hundreds after hundreds of diapers diving from
incredible heights and violently smashing against the windows, breaking them
into pieces, opening the way for more diapers behind them to enter in search
for their victims, exploring every single room, ambushing dozens and dozens of
scared boys, waiting for them on the ceiling, behind the walls, everywhere!
The general mood was changing, however, and one
could see it especially in the youngest boys, as their crying turned into
amused shrieks and giggles while being captured from the didees.
And in the air filled with flying diapers, more and more of the older boys
began to realise the futility of their own behaviour too, and stopped running
away from the diapers and ran toward
them instead, offering themselves to the white creatures in the most wanted
release of tension they’d ever felt in their life. This wasn’t an attack! It
was liberation!
The diapers outnumbered the boys by more than
ten to one, causing the whole ‘operation’ to last only a few minutes before
everybody under the age of twenty was diapered again.
The poop-eaters began to work their magic on the boys, while the diapers
without prey landed softly on the ground and began to fold by themselves. The
whole re-training facility resounded of wailing babies patting their diapers
and sobbing their promise that they would be good boys from that moment on – it
was like a sort of desecrating ceremony, the best way to undo all the work done
in the re-training facility, sentencing its failure once and for all.
Baby-Bro and Baby-Cuz
re-emerged from their reunion, making their appearance in the main court
accompanied by their diapered guards, while the facility-guards and the rest of
the adult staff were being taken to the dorms and the toilets choked with rapid
concrete powder.
“Look what you’ve done!” shouted a woman held
captive to Baby-Bro, “And you wanted to teach me lessons about freedom? What freedom will you leave them?”
“All the freedom they want!” replied Baby-Bro,
recognising the shrink, “Boys! Boys!” he shouted, “Listen to me! You are free
to stay in diapers or get out of them! Those of you who wish to get out of
their diapers can do so right now! Ethan, Ethan! Tell your boys to stop pouring
concrete in the toilets! Release all prisoners, but keep their phasers!”
“Baby! Are you sure?” said an astonished
24-year-old, “These people have abused these boys for years!”
“That’s exactly why I don’t want these boys to
think that they are going to be abused a second time! Enough with the war! Who
wants to use the toilet, uses the toilet! Who wants to stay in diapers stays in
diapers!”
The re-diapered boys looked at each other, not
knowing what to do, sharing the same puzzled look on the face of all the adults
around. Here and there a few boys began shyly to unfasten their diapers, though
one could see on the look of their face the internal battle each of them was going
through. It lasted only a few moments, though. No one took off his diaper and
one could hear a mounting, spontaneous choir emerging from the diapered crowd,
three syllables, two crotchets and a minim or two quarters and a half, like
‘one, two, three-ee’, louder and louder, what was it?
It sounded like ‘uy-er-oo’, until the words became
clearer and kept growing in loudness:
“DIA-PERS RULE! DIA-PERS RUUULE! DIA-PERS RUUULE!
DIA-PERS RUUULE!”
Baby-Bro, Cuzzy and
Ethan watched for a while the chanting crowd, among them Mike holding his
little brother in his arms, and then joined in. Baby-Bro was the happiest of
all as he watched his former fellow inmates and the teens who harassed him
during the last seven months – he loved everybody, he forgave everybody, even
Andrew, whom he could see at the far left of the third row, chanting with
passion, though stealing glances already at the diapered butts of the second
row in front of him, looking for messy diapers to strip off and wear immediately
after…