THE PACKAGE ARRIVES

Frank received his eagerly-awaited mail order and took the package to his room, careful to make sure he was not observed by his parents. He opened the box. Inside were ten large white cotton diapers, a pair of translucent blue plastic pants and two pair of three-inch safety pins. He selected one of the diapers and laid it out on the bed. Then he pulled down his pants, pulled down his underpants, took off his shoes and pulled off his pants and underpants.

Now he took two of the safety pins and lay down on the bed on top of the diaper. He pulled the diaper snugly between his legs, pulled the back of the diaper atop the front of it at one side and pinned the diaper firmly together. Next he pulled the front and back of the diaper together on the other side and inserted the safety pin to hold them together.

He stood up to admire his handiwork, pirouetting in front of the mirror. The diaper fit snugly around his crotch, and the two safety pins were clearly visible at each side. The diaper looked and felt great. The bulk of the diaper in his crotch felt wonderful. He put his hand over the front of his diaper and saw a broad expanse of dry white cotton firmly pressed against his penis. This was a diaper. It was meant to be peed in, it existed to be peed in, and it would be peed in.

Next he picked up the plastic pants, turned them so the leg holes faced forward, and slid them up his legs and over the diaper. They fit smoothly over the diaper. They were translucent blue and looked very good. Now he put on his pants again and zipped and buttoned them over the plastic pants, then tucked in his shirt. The pants fit smoothly over the diaper. No one would know that he was wearing a diaper, and no one would know when he wet his diaper.

A few hours later he felt the urge to pee and simply let go. Moist warmth suffused the front of his diaper but the plastic pants held it in. He peed until his bladder was empty. No wet spot would appear on the front of his pants - the diaper and plastic pants would hold all the wetness in. He knew that he could wet the diaper again before changing it.

Several hours later he again felt the urge to pee and just let go. Moist warmth again spread through the front and crotch of his diaper. He peed until he was done. There was no real need for it, but he decided to change his diaper. He pulled down his pants and saw his plastic pants had done their job and prevented wetness from reaching his pants. He pulled down his plastic pants and immediately saw the yellow stain across the front of his diaper, extending down toward his crotch. He pulled down his plastic pants to his ankles and sat on the bed. He unpinned both sides of the diaper, stood up and took the diaper to the diaper pail and dropped it in.

Next he selected another dry diaper and laid it out on the bed. He sat down on it and pulled the front of it up over his penis. Again he pulled the back of the diaper over the front at one side and pinned it firmly, closing the safety pin. He did the same on the other side of the diaper and stood up. He pirouetted again in front of his mirror, feeling the secure bulk of the diaper between his legs. The safety pins showed proudly, and the front of the diaper was a white and dry expanse just waiting for the moment when it could absorb his pee.

He pulled up his plastic pants again, enjoying the way the thick plastic covered his diaper completely. He pulled up his pants and zipped and buttoned them in front. He was all ready to go again, and he felt good knowing he could pee any time, as much as he needed to, and no wet spot would appear on his pants. And no one would know that he was wearing a diaper and plastic pants.

He went to bed and went to sleep wearing only the diaper and plastic pants. He woke up early in the morning, needing to pee. Instead of having to get up and go to the bathroom, he simply turned on his back and relaxed, and pretty soon the pee dribbled out. The wetness of his diaper felt good to him. He fell asleep again, glad he had wet his diaper in bed.

* * * * * * * *

One weekend Frank was scheduled to have lunch with his friend Cathy and a friend of hers he hadn’t met yet, but Cathy unexpectedly called and said she couldn’t come but suggested he and her friend Christine should go anyway. Christine picked him up before noon. She was slightly older than him and had just gotten her driver’s license so she drove him to lunch at a Mexican restaurant, talking casually about herself.

Things went fine until he was walking to the car afterward and unavoidably wet his pants. He should have worn a diaper. His pants leg became very obviously wet so he said embarrassedly, “I better go home so I can put on a diaper,” he said.

“Can I help you?” asked Christine.

“I’ll be okay. I have some diapers at home,” he said.

“Would you like me to help you? I work as a nurse at the hospital, so I can put your diaper on for you,” she said.

“Well, okay, if you wouldn’t mind,” he said.

“I’d be glad to help,” she said.

They walked into his parents’ house and he opened a drawer in his dresser to reveal a stack of large white cotton diapers, a pair of translucent blue plastic pants, and a pair of three-inch diaper pins.

“Just take off your pants and lie down on the bed,” she said.

He took off his shoes, then pulled down his pants and underpants and took them off. He was embarrassed because of the obvious yellow pee stain in his white underpants.

“Just lie back on the bed and raise up so I can put the diaper under you,” she said.

He did as she said and she slid the diaper under him.

“Okay, just relax,” she said.

She pulled the diaper between his legs and pinned it snugly around him. He looked down and admired the whiteness of his diaper and the plain steel pins showing against the whiteness. He felt like a baby to have her diaper him.

“Now let’s get these plastic pants on over your diaper,” she said. She again had him raise up so she could pull the pants up. He admired the look of his translucent blue plastic pants that tented over his diaper.

“Now your street pants,” she said. She pulled the pants up, zipped and buttoned them.

“ That’s good. Nobody could guess that you have a diaper on.”

They talked for a while and then watched TV for a while. Finally she said, “Well, I guess I better be going.”

“Before you go, could you please change my diaper? I just wet it, “ he said, blushing furiously.

“No problem, just get up on the bed again,” she said.

She pulled down his pants and then slid the plastic pants down his legs. He blushed again embarrassedly because there was a bright yellow stain in the front of his diaper. She unpinned the diaper, pulled it out from under him and dropped it in the diaper pail. Then she told him to raise up again and slid a fresh diaper under him. She pulled the diaper between his legs and pinned it firmly together at both sides. She pulled up the plastic pants.

“Thank you very much,” he said. “I’m embarrassed you saw the pee stain in my diaper.”

He felt just like a baby having its diaper changed.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re all changed now.” she said. “I had a few days off, but now I’m going to have to go back to work again. If you want me to, I can come over in the evenings and change your diaper.”

“Yes, that would be nice,” Frank said.

* * * * * * *

A few weeks later Frank went to class at school and suddenly had to pee just after he had been called on to make a presentation to the class. He let go and felt moist warmth spreading through his diaper. He made his presentation and walked back to his seat, realizing that his diaper was soaked and that he would have to go home and change his diaper to avoid being caught in a situation where his diaper might leak. .

After class he went to his locker, feeling his sodden diaper between his legs.

“Hey, what are you doing going home at this time of day?” challenged Kurt Gavin, one of the tough guys at school. “I’d have thought you peed your pants the way you walked out of here, but you look dry enough.”

“Leave me alone. I forgot a textbook and I have to go home and get it,” Frank said.

He walked rapidly toward the exit, feeling his sodden diaper between his legs. He felt better after he got home and changed his diaper.

Things went along okay for a week, and then one day after he drank a lot of coffee he peed his diaper again and again during class and knew he would have to go home to change his diaper. He stealthily sneaked out of school and headed home via an alley. He felt his wet diaper move between his legs.

“Hey, you!” The voice startled him. It was Kurt Gavin again, and he had his henchman Bart Clanton with him. Both of them were standing menacingly in the alley.

“I’m going to find out what he’s hiding.” said Kurt. “Grab him from behind, Bart!”

Suddenly Frank felt a pair of burly arms encircle his chest tightly.

“All right,” Kurt said. “Let’s see what you’re wearing under those pants.”

He bent in front of Frank, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly and yanked the pants down to Frank’s ankles.

“Hey, look, he’s wearing plastic pants! There’s no fly in front so he can take a piss. Let’s see what he has on under these.”

He grabbed Frank’s plastic pants by the waistband with both hands and yanked them down to Frank’s knees. Frank’s diaper was exposed to the pitiless glare of the sun. A bright yellow pee stain covered the front of the diaper.

“It’s all pissy!” exclaimed Kurt.

“Yeah, look at that!” said Bart.

“Please, you don’t have to do this,” Frank pleaded. “Let me wear my diapers and I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be your errand boy. I’ll be your servant!”

“Hey, that’s an idea,” Kurt said. “It’d be nice to have this guy fetching things for us, wouldn’t it, Bart? I don’t care if he’s wearing pissy diapers as long as I get what I want when I want it.”

“Yeah,” Bart said.

“Okay, let him go,” Kurt said.

Bart released Frank suddenly.

“Cover up that pissy diaper,” Kurt ordered Frank.

Frank reached down and pulled his plastic pants up again, then pulled up his pants and zipped and buttoned them.

“We’ll tell you tomorrow what we want you to do for us,” Kurt said. “Get on home and change your diaper.”

Frank quietly walked home, used his house key to open the door, and changed his diaper. It was lucky both his parents worked during the day so they wouldn’t know what he was doing. He felt good walking back to school, waddling slightly in his dry diaper. He didn’t mind doing errands for these guys as long as he was free to wet his diapers. He was glad to be wearing diapers because they were made to be peed in, and he was glad to pee in them.