BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 1
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Even though Nancy was two years younger than her brother Tommy,
she still considered him to be her baby brother as she often had to look
after him. Tommy was that sort of boy who had a hard time dealing with
life in general. He was very smart and he applied his knowledge very
well and he involved himself in several hobbies and activities.
Unfortunately, his social skills never developed and he didn't do well
when around other people besides his family.
It started when Tommy and Nancy were both going to day care. Tommy
was four years old and Nancy was two, but she was already toilet trained
before he was. Tommy didn't get to play with the older kids and instead
he was sent to the "baby" section of the day care because he was still
in diapers. The other kids in day care would laugh at Tommy and tease
him for still wearing diapers at his age. Thanks to his patient mother,
Tommy was out of diapers before his fifth birthday, at least part of the
time. He continued to wear diapers at night until he was nine years old
because he wet his bed. Sometimes Tommy was forced to wear diapers
during the day, mostly by his father. Before his parents divorced, Tommy
faced constant punishment from his father who wasn't so patient with his
bedwetting. Usually on Saturday afternoons when his mother was at work
and the father was home, he would make Tommy wear diapers for the entire
day with nothing else but a shirt. Tommy hated being forced to go
outside and play in the yard in the triple-thick stack of cotton diapers
his father often made him wear, just to make his point. Tommy was often
spanked with a belt, sometimes just for making too big of a mess in his
diapers, as if Tommy had any choice or any control of it when he was
diapered.
When Tommy was seven, his parents got divorced. While the father's
departure from the family eased Tommy's troubles, he continued to wet
his bed for another two years. His mother toned down his diapers by
having him wear disposable diapers which were much thinner and easier to
use. Even after Tommy overcame his bedwetting, the emotional scars his
father left behind were indelible. Tommy could trust nobody and he had
no friends because every kid in the neighborhood knew he had worn
diapers and many of them thought that he still did.
Tommy was fortunate to have a supportive younger sister to look
after him. She knew it wasn't Tommy's fault that he wet his bed and she
had the decency and maturity not to laugh at her brother for wearing
diapers. He trusted his sister Nancy and, after being seen by her in
diapers so much, it didn't bother him for her to see him wearing
disposable diapers at bedtime, and later, regular boys' underpants when
he finally got to wear these to bed for the first time.
Tommy and Nancy had an unusually strong sibling relationship. In
fact, they were more like best friends and they rarely fought. Tommy
didn't have any friends of his own and he was very shy. He ran away from
the other kids whenever they approached him. They would then chase him
around the school yard just because it seemed funny to them. Tommy's
fear of others intensified greatly as he dealt with these kids. Even
though Tommy had been out of diapers for awhile, kids would still come
up behind him at school and lift his shirt and check to see what he was
wearing underneath his pants. Tommy never did escape this sort of hazing
at school.
What Tommy lacked in social skills he made up for academically. He
got good grades and whenever he wasn't diligently working on school
assignments, he would do things on the family computer or he would be
outside at night peering through his telescope gazing at the stars. He
loved science-fiction novels and he loved Star Trek.
Tommy did not engage in many of the activities that other boys his
age enjoyed. He didn't like sports, and a lot of the kids at school
teased him for this. The only physical activity he enjoyed was riding
his bike. He especially hated to go swimming as he was very self-
conscious of his body's appearance and didn't like wearing shorts or
swimming trunks and going around without a shirt.
Tommy thought that things were finally looking up for him when he
entered the sixth grade. That year a kid named Carl had moved to his
neighborhood and attended his school. Carl also had an older brother
named Mitchell, who was in the same grade as Carl as Mitchell has been
held back a year. At first they seemed like a couple of ordinary, decent
kids, albeit a bit unkempt, both of them strangers to the barber shop.
Tommy invited them over one afternoon and he was eager to let his
mother and sister meet the new friends he had met. His sister and his
mother were both skeptical about the two boys, but they decided to let
Tommy enjoy his first real friendship ever. Because Tommy was so
vulnerable, Nancy worried that these boys may lead Tommy into trouble.
The first sign of trouble came when Tommy started loaning his lunch
money to the boys and then never saw it get paid back. Tommy was just
trying to be nice and he didn't want to upset his friends. Tommy also
didn't use swear words and he wasn't even comfortable using milder terms
such as "butt" and "poop," which he was quite familiar with after
hearing his dad use these and stronger words around him so much.
Carl and Mitchell thought that Tommy needed to be "toughened up"
and they told him that they would get him into activities that would
develop his courage and his character. Tommy always felt like he was a
wimp, a geek, a nerd, and a dweeb-- all of the above-- so he felt
encouraged when his new friends offered to improve his sense of self-
worth.
One Saturday in late September Carl and Mitchell invited Tommy to
go along with them for a bike ride. It was a nice Indian summer type of
day, warm enough for everyone to wear shorts, except for Tommy, of
course. As this was one of Tommy's few outdoor activities he enjoyed, he
immediately accepted the offer. Nancy's sisterly sixth sense told her
that perhaps she should go along and make sure Tommy wouldn't be coerced
into doing something he wasn't prepared to do.
"I'd better go with you," she said to Tommy as he said he would be
right out to meet the boys.
"Oh yeah? This is a boys-only thing!" said Mitchell, the more
vocal and obnoxious of the two. Quickly she had to think of a plausible
reason to go with them.
"My Mom doesn't like it when only one of us is home," she said,
which was the case, as their mother didn't like leaving just one the
kids being alone in the house. "If one of us leaves the house, both of
us have to leave."
"Oh, all right!", Mitchell conceded. "But you'd better keep up
with us, because we ain't waitin' for ya!"
A few minutes later Tommy came out from the garage with his helmet
on. As he brought his helmet to Nancy, the boys laughed mockingly.
"Shit, you guys wear helmets?" Carl said, rolling his eyes.
"What, you guys don't?" Nancy said to them.
"No," they both said in unison. "Let's go!"
"There's probably nothing to damage inside their heads, anyway,"
Nancy thought to herself.
As the first two boys rode off, Tommy went after them. Nancy
quickly strapped her helmet on and then she caught up with them. At
first it seemed like it would be like any other leisurely bike ride
through the neighborhood, but then Nancy became a bit uneasy as she
followed her brother and the other two boys up West Ridge Road, which
led up into the hills above town. They continued up the road until they
passed the last house and the paved road had turned into dirt. Tommy and
Nancy both stopped for a moment to catch their breath.
"I'm not so sure about this," Nancy said to Tommy.
"I dunno, it's okay," he said. "I've never been up here before."
"That's what worries me," Nancy said.
"I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm a wimp!" Tommy said
assertively, much to Nancy's surprise. Carl and Mitchell stopped when
they saw that the other two were so far behind them.
"Come on!" one of them yelled, signaling Tommy and Nancy to hurry
it up.
Tommy, afraid to present himself as a weakling, peddled forth.
Worried that her brother was being led into doing something dangerous,
Nancy followed him. The road became steeper, narrower and rockier.
Eventually it reached a point where no car could drive and only
motorbikes and bicycles could go. When they reached a plateau about
halfway up the first large hill, they continued riding, going up another
steep climb, then another. Tommy and Nancy were exhausted by the time
they reached the top of the big hill. They could see the entire town
down below.
Down the other side of the hill was a very steep slope that
appeared to have been used by only the most daring of cyclists. It was
also wet, muddy and slippery from recent rains. At the bottom of the
hill was another road that led back into town. Carl and Mitchell both
looked at Tommy and Nancy, and then Mitchell said, "you guys ready?"
"Ready for what? To die?" Tommy said, exhibiting his cowardly
ways.
"Oh come on!" Mitchell groaned. "We do this all the time! Why do
you think we brought you up here? Why do you think we didn't think your
sister should come along?"
"Excuse me?" Nancy said resentfully, staring them straight in the
eyes.
"Well, are you going or not?" Mitchell prodded Tommy.
Tommy stood still, debating whether or not he should take such a
chance. He looked at his sister and she silently motioned her lips
saying, "no, don't!"
"Do you always do what your LITTLE SISTER tells you, Tommy?!"
Mitchell said. "Forget it, wimp!" he said as he shot down the steep,
rocky slope, whose angle was at least sixty degrees. Effortlessly,
Mitchell maintained a straight course as he left a narrow track in the
mud behind him. He reached a flatter point in the middle of the slope
and then he kept going, virtually flying off the ledge that led to the
bottom half of the hill.
"I suppose...it...looks more dangerous...than it...is," Tommy
uttered slowly.
"Tommy, don't! They're more experienced!" Nancy tried to dissuade
her brother from taking such a risky chance.
"I made it down the first time I did it!" Carl said. "Look, I'll
go about halfway, then stop where it gets flat for a little bit, okay?
Then you can ride down to me!"
Carl then rode down part of the steep hill, his track paralleling
the one Mitchell just left. He stopped where the path flattened out
somewhat.
"Now you try it!" he yelled up to Tommy.
Tommy hesitated. His heart was racing as he attempted to calculate
the distance and velocity he could attain. Nancy knew she couldn't make
him stop now. He was out to prove his blossoming virility. He scooted
off the edge and bounced down the rocky incline. His bike slid and
swayed and left large grooves in the mud where his tires slipped, but he
remained in control. Nancy watched nervously and expected to watch her
brother fall. He safely skidded a stop next to Carl.
"See? That wasn't so bad!" Carl said to Tommy. Nancy had a feeling
Tommy would continue riding at this point. Nancy got off her bike and
walked her way down the slope. She almost slipped as she was just
traversing her way down the dangerous hill. Mitchell was at the very
bottom and he was getting impatient.
Carl then continued down the remainder of the hill, which looked
even more hazardous as it was even steeper and longer. Towards the
bottom were several large rocks jutting out on both sides of the path
that Nancy was afraid of watching Tommy slam into in the event he lost
control of his bike. Before Nancy got to the middle level of the hill,
Tommy already took off for the bottom. Nancy trembled and clutched onto
her handlebars as she watched Tommy daringly coasting speedily down what
was virtually a cliff! It looked to Nancy that he might make it and she
felt some relief. Then, in the blink of an eye, something went
disastrously awry! Tommy's bike slid away and tumbled into one of the
rocks on the left side of the path. Tommy's body was thrown forward at
high velocity into a rock on the other side! It all happened so quickly!
It was the worst of what Nancy had feared would happen!
"Oh my God! Tommy!" she screamed. She tried to get down the hill
as quickly, yet as safely as she could. She could barely maintain her
balance as she walked farther down the steep hill. It was so much longer
down than it appeared to be at the top. As Nancy got closer to Tommy she
could hear his anguished crying getting louder and louder. She got
within fifty feet of him and then she slipped. She skidded down on her
rear for about twenty feet before she could stop herself. Having shorts
on, she scraped her knees and thighs. As she got back up she spotted
Tommy's glasses on the ground, and they weren't even broken! She walked
over to Tommy and looked at him. His face was bleeding as was his arm!
His pants were torn at the leg with blood stains soaked into the denim.
"Tommy! Tommy!" Nancy cried. He couldn't talk, he just kept
bawling. He was in serious need of help and Nancy needed to get him
home. She asked him if he could get up. With her help he was able to
stand up but he had a difficult time walking and he limped as he tried
to move forward. He held his arm around his sister's neck as she guided
him away from the rock.
Nancy looked down the hill to see if Carl and Mitchell were still
waiting. They were nowhere to be found! She was angry that they just
fled the scene as her brother was in serious need of help, especially
since the whole thing was the other boys' idea in the first place. For a
moment she thought maybe the boys went back into town to send someone
back up to get them. Even so, one of them should have come back up to
check on them. For now, Nancy just wanted to get Tommy down the hill and
back home safely.
"What about my bike?" he cried.
"We'll have to leave the bikes here," Nancy said to Tommy. Mom can
drive us up here later and then we'll get them. Let's just get you home!
Hopefully this road will lead us back. Maybe someone will come driving
by and give us a lift."
Nancy continued to guide Tommy down the hill until they reached
the bottom and got to the road. They were in unfamiliar territory and
they had no way of telling how far back it would be to home, but they
had no choice. Slowly, but surely, they made their way down the road.
Tommy kept his injured leg up and hopped on the other foot while he held
onto Nancy for support. At this rate it would take them forever to get
back.
After they had gone a few feet, Tommy stopped and cried, "oh my
God!"
"What? What is it?" Nancy asked. She looked at him and noticed the
front of his pants were soaked!
"I peed my pants!" he whimpered. "Oh God, it hurts!"
"Try to relax," Nancy said to Tommy, trying to calm him down.
"I can't believe I peed my pants!" he repeated as he sobbed.
"You're under a lot of stress right now, Tommy," Nancy said. "You
can change when we get home, before Mom runs you into the hospital!"
"The hospital!" he exclaimed. "Why did this happen? Why was I so
stupid?"
"Aren't you glad they didn't talk you out of taking your helmet
off?" Nancy remarked.
Tommy broke into tears and started making self-pitying remarks,
calling himself a wimp and a baby for allowing himself to get hurt. He
couldn't walk, even with his sister's attempts to aid him. Helpless,
they sat down on the side of the road and hoped that somebody would come
driving along soon, hopefully someone they could trust enough to ride
with. Fortunately, someone did and the two kids were rescued. They
normally wouldn't have hitched a ride with a stranger, but this man was
a game warden, so they felt that they could trust him. The nice man
dropped them off at the corner and they walked another two blocks to
their house.
Their Mom was, understandably, shocked to see that Tommy had hurt
himself so badly. Nancy explained what had happened while their mother
helped Tommy to change out of his wet pants. She slipped a clean pair of
underwear on him and some shorts as they would be easier to put on him
than long pants. He had to borrow the shorts from Nancy as he had no
shorts of his own. Fortunately for him they were just some cut-offs from
a pair of Levi's blue jeans. While they were riding in the car, Tommy
peed his pants again. Actually, they were Nancy's pants that he peed in.
"I did it again!" he cried. "Why do I keep peeing my pants?"
"Honey," Mom said to Tommy. "You're probably really nervous about
all this! We'll get you into the emergency room and the doctors will
look you over..."
As they approached the hospital's entrance Tommy became
increasingly nervous. The cold, sterile, institutional atmosphere of the
emergency room only contributed to his discomfort. Nancy waited outside
of the emergency ward while Mom escorted Tommy into the ward. Nancy
waited nervously as she thought about what had happened to Tommy and how
all of this could have been avoided if only Tommy hadn't taken such a
big risk.
After Tommy had been initially examined and treated for his
injuries his mother exited the emergency ward, but Tommy was nowhere to
be found.
"How's Tommy?" Nancy asked her Mom, worried about his condition.
"I'll tell you in a moment," her mother said.
"Is he okay?"
"Honey, I don't know," she answered as she held Nancy's hand.
"He's going to live, we do know that."
A few minutes later they watched Tommy come out of the emergency
ward in a wheelchair being pushed by the nurse. All he had on was a
hospital gown and his left knee was in a brace. The abrasions on his
face were also treated. Nancy and her Mom followed as the nurse wheeled
Tommy up to his room. The doctors were concerned about Tommy's internal
organs and they wanted to monitor him, so he would need to stay
overnight in the hospital.
Tommy cried as he hugged and kissed his Mom goodbye that evening.
Nancy also gave him a hug before his mother left the hospital. As
Tommy's gown had ridden up, it could be seen that he was in a diaper; a
thick, white pad covered his crotch. This sight briefly reminded Nancy
of how Tommy had worn diapers for his bedwetting and she didn't think
she would ever see him wear diapers again. A flood of painful memories
about wearing diapers filled Tommy's mind.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 2
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Tommy's mother and sister went in to the hospital the next evening
to pick him up. Before they went into the room the doctor told them
about Tommy's condition and how he expected his leg to heal over the
next few weeks. The news sounded good so far, but the doctor had
something else to tell them that neither of them was expecting to hear.
"Tommy's bladder has suffered from nerve damage and he's lost
control of it, which was why he was wetting his pants."
"So what does this mean?" Nancy asked the doctor.
"Tommy will have to start wearing incontinence pants," the doctor
replied.
"Do you mean diapers?" Nancy asked.
"Well, yes," the doctor hesitated. "They *are* diapers, but a lot
of people aren't comfortable with calling them diapers."
When Nancy and her Mom got to Tommy's room he was glad to see
them, but he also had a very glum look on his face.
"I hafta wear diapers now!" he exclaimed with a tear rolling down
his face.
"I know, honey, the doctor told me," his Mom said as she held his
hand.
"I'm twelve years old!" he exclaimed.
"Tommy, sweetie," his mother said as she gently patted her son on
his back. His head was buried in his hands as he cried.
"Everyone will think I'm a baby! I'm not a baby!"
"Just because you'll be wearing diapers doesn't mean you're a
baby," his mother comforted him. "A lot of people have to wear diapers
all their lives. It's just something some people have to live with. The
doctor gave me these pamphlets that explain what happened to you and
what it will mean for you so you'll understand and hopefully accept the
whole situation. There is a lot of reassuring information in here."
Tommy's mother helped him get dressed as they prepared to leave
the hospital that Sunday evening. Tommy briefly looked over the
pamphlets and set them aside to read later. Tommy would need to use
crutches to help him get around for the next few days while his leg
healed, mainly his knee. He struggled as he hobbled down the long
hospital concourse. To Tommy, this seemed to be a formidable task to
perform on crutches. While Nancy walked alongside her brother she could
hear his diaper crinkling beneath his pants. She could also see a little
bulge from their thickness. Their Mom was carrying some pain medication
for Tommy, plus the pamphlets, and most notably, a large, plain white,
generic-labeled package that read YOUTH SIZE INCONTINENCE BRIEFS. She
was also carrying a smaller package that contained some diaper doublers
for extra absorbency. Tommy felt so embarrassed as he watched his Mom
carrying the package of his diapers. No matter what the label read, no
matter what the doctor said, no matter which creative euphemisms were
used, they were DIAPERS to Tommy, and this was most likely what everyone
would call them for the sake of brevity.
They stopped to eat at McDonald's on their way home. Tommy was so
glad to eat "real food" again, as he put it. While they were sitting
down Tommy watched a boy walk into the restroom and it upset him to
realize that this was one thing he would probably never be doing again.
Tommy acted very self-conscious as he worried that others in the
restaurant would know he was wearing a diaper.
"If you keep talking about it, then somebody might hear you and
*then* they might know," Nancy said, hoping to get her brother to relax
and to stop brooding over his diapers. He was beginning to get on her
nerves.
Tommy felt so glad to see his home once again. He missed the warm
ambiance of his home and he looked forward to sleeping in his own bed
that night. He sat himself down in the chair and watched some TV. While
he was sitting there he watched Nancy go into the bathroom, presumably
to use the toilet. Tommy was again overwhelmed by the thought of not
ever going into the bathroom again except to brush his teeth and to take
showers. He realized that he wasn't ever going to go to the *bathroom*
anymore.
Later that evening Tommy had wet his diaper several times and it
was starting to leak into his pants. His mother looked at the wet spot
in his crotch and said, "Tommy, you need that diaper changed."
"Don't call it a diaper!" Tommy whined.
"Well, it *is* a lot easier to say than 'incontinence pants,' and
that doesn't really sound a lot better than 'diaper.'"
"I can't go through with this!" Tommy cried.
"I realize this has all just started for you, Tommy," his mother
said to comfort him, "and it will take you awhile to adjust to it, but
you will. At least you're not in a wheelchair for the rest of your life,
and thank God you had your helmet on! Lord knows what might have
happened to you otherwise! Things could be a *lot* worse, sweetie."
"I know," Tommy sniffled, "but I still have to wear, these,
these...d-d- diapers!" Tommy realized sooner or later he would have to
get used to hearing and using that word frequently.
"Well, let's get you changed," his mother said. As Tommy's body
was still sore from bruises, his mother had to assist him in changing
his diapers. After his wounds healed he was expected to be able to
change his own diapers.
Tommy's mother extended her hand as she assisted Tommy out of the
chair. She supported him as she walked him back to his bedroom. She laid
him down and started taking his pants off.
"Ooowww!" Tommy yelped as his knee was disturbed in spite of his
mother's carefulness in removing his pants.
"Sorry, honey, I know it's sore," she said.
After she got his pants off, Tommy was lying there in a very wet
diaper. His mother reached for the tapes holding it on him and peeled
them away, releasing the diaper. Tommy put his hands over his genitals
as he was too embarrassed to let his Mom see this part of him. She
smiled, trying to tell him that he need not be embarrassed, and that
he'd have to get used to allowing his privates to be exposed.
She started wiping Tommy's wet skin dry. He almost let out a smile
as this felt good to Tommy. His penis, still at it's pre-pubescent size,
became erect by the sensation. Tommy was even more embarrassed about
having no control of his boy organ. His Mom tried not to acknowledge it
and she continued wiping. She then applied some baby powder to reduce
diaper rash. Some of it trickled into his butt crack.
His mother then reached into the newly opened package of diapers
that were issued from the hospital. She paused for a moment and
reflected on how she had thought about never changing another diaper
again until her first grandchild was brought into the family. She then
unfolded it and stuffed it underneath Tommy's body. She pulled the sides
up and fastened the tapes. She examined his crotch to ensure his diaper
was on him tightly and securely. She then stooped down to pick up his
pants and folded them up so she could wash them.
"Can you get me another pair of pants to put on?" Tommy asked his
mother.
"Are you sure you need to wear them now?" she asked.
"I don't wanna go around like this!" Tommy whined.
"Well, you'll be going to bed in a few hours, and besides, who
else but Nancy and me are going to see you wearing them? You go around
in your underwear all the time, and that isn't a lot different than what
you're wearing now. You'll be okay, dear."
Tommy agreed that for now things would be easier for him to wear
just the diaper. He figured that it wasn't much different than his
underwear, just thicker, and it came up higher on his body, especially
in the rear. Wearing a freshly-changed diaper, Tommy was assisted by his
mother as she helped him get up. She escorted him back out to the front
room where he joined Nancy at the computer to play a game. His mother
changed him again before she helped him into bed. When she changed him
she inserted one of the diaper doubler pads in his diaper. His crotch
bulged out even more from the extra layer.
Tommy stayed home from school for the next couple days and had his
sister pick up his books and assignments for him. His mother took some
time off from work to stay home and take care of him. Just before it was
time to serve lunch Tommy called for his mother and told him he needed
to go to the bathroom.
"Okay, just go, and I'll change you when you're ready."
"No, Mommy," he said. "I mean, I have to go, you know, the other
way."
"You have to poop?" his mother asked him.
"Uh huh," he said, feeling so embarrassed about what he was about
to do. "Do I have to do it in my diaper?"
"Well, those diapers are designed to handle poop as well as pee,
Tommy."
"It's gonna be all messy and stinky!" he whined.
"Just let me take care of it, okay, sweetie?" his mother comforted
him. "Don't let your messy diapers bother you. This ol' Mom's been
through it all and seen it all before!"
Tommy set his book down and managed to get himself out of his
chair. He squatted down and hesitated as he realized he was about to
poop his diaper. He wanted his Mom to take his diaper off so he could
run to the toilet and avoid the mess it would create. Slowly he unloaded
the bowel movement into his diaper. It filled up the entire back half of
the diaper and it squished up into his crotch. When he felt that he was
done he called his mother and told her to change him.
Tommy was then guided back to his bedroom to have his wet and
messy diaper changed. He felt the mess weighing down his diaper as he
walked. He was so embarrassed by smelling so bad, and the diaper wasn't
even off yet. His mother lifted him up onto his bed and laid him down on
an old towel to catch any loose fecal matter that might spill out of the
diaper.
His mother removed the tapes and then pulled away the diaper. The
odors around Tommy's nose intensified as his poopy mess cast its stench
around the room. His mother didn't seem to be bothered at all as she
wiped away the excess mess and then cleaned up his bottom. Tommy
couldn't figure out why his mother chose to have him mess his diaper
when she could have just as easily taken him into the bathroom and let
him do it in the toilet instead.
Tommy's mother actually enjoyed the opportunity to "baby" her son
like this. It brought back memories of when she was a younger mother,
and she felt that some of the joys she could have experienced in young
motherhood were lost by the way her husband behaved. It was like she was
getting a second chance to be a new mother again, this time without her
obnoxious lout of a husband. She also knew that Tommy had to have
enjoyed the sensation of getting his privates wiped, and he did, just
that he didn't understand the feelings or tell anyone about them, and
the embarrassment of wearing diapers again overshadowed this pleasure.
A few minutes later Tommy was wiped clean and diapered up again in
a fresh, gleaming white diaper. His bum felt so good and clean again as
his mother helped him over to the kitchen table. She served him a bowl
of hot soup and some sandwiches. She was tempted to spoon feed him, but
she knew this would hurt his sensitive feelings and give him even more
of a "baby" complex. For now she would let him adjust to wearing diapers
on his own.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 3
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Tommy was physically ready to return to school by Wednesday, he
wasn't mentally ready to go back to school and face all of his peers, so
many of whom he disliked, especially his former friends Carl and
Mitchell. Most of all he worried about someone seeing that he was
wearing diapers again. He put up a fuss and wanted to stay home.
"Tommy, you'll have to go back to school sooner or later, and
you've already missed two days, four counting the other two you missed
this year already."
"But everyone will know that I have a diaper on!" he cried. He
lifted his shirt and pointed out the way his diaper stuck out above his
pants.
"See how it shows?" he whined.
"Would you like to slip a pair of underwear on over them?" his
mother suggested. "Then they'll just see a waistband, if anything, and
most boys don't seem to mind that their underwear shows anyway," she
smiled.
Tommy agreed that this was a good idea, so his mother helped him
take his pants back off. She then handed him a pair of his underwear,
none of which he had worn since he had gone into the hospital. The
diaper was quite large, so his mother had to look for one of his larger
pairs of underwear to cover up the diaper. She located a new pair that
she had just bought for him in the next size up. Tommy managed to get
the briefs on by himself as his knee was not hurting him quite as badly
by now. They covered most of his diaper and the new white cotton fabric
blended in with the diaper well enough that it would be difficult to
notice that he was also wearing a diaper.
Before Tommy left for school, his mother gave him a stack of six
diapers to put into his backpack. She told him to go to the nurse's
office and leave the diapers with her.
"The school nurse?!" Tommy exclaimed.
"Yes, the nurse will change your diapers for you there, at least
until you get feeling a little better and you can handle them on your
own."
"But, but I'm probably the only one, aren't I?"
"Oh no, Tommy, the nurse is trained, among other things, to take
care of kids like you who need to wear diapers. You are not the only
one. Now just go in there and tell the nurse who you are. The school has
already been told about it, so she'll be expecting you this morning."
"And what about my teacher?" Tommy asked.
"She knows," his mother said.
"No! Not Mrs. Fleming! She knows I wear--"
"Tommy, she *has* to know. I doubt you are her first student who's
needed to see the nurse for diaper changes."
Tommy's mother stuffed the diapers into Tommy's bag, which was
already full as it contained all of his books.
"Next Monday when you have more room in your bag you can take more
diapers with you," his mother said. She gave Tommy a kiss as he and
Nancy left for the bus.
Tommy hobbled his way to the bus stop on his crutches while his
sister helped to carry all the books that she had brought home for him.
As Tommy got on the bus everyone asked him, "What happened?" It made
Tommy feel that people were concerned about him, but they were just
curious how he had gotten injured.
Tommy became very nervous as he stepped off the bus and approached
the school building. Each time he scooted himself forward on his
crutches he could hear his diaper crinkling inside his pants. The sound
was ever so slight, but to Tommy it was clearly audible. Nobody seemed
to notice, but then, it was only 8:00 in the morning and most of the
kids were still trying to wake up.
Before Tommy went to his classroom he stopped at the nurse's
office. He had brought his supply of diapers to give to the school
nurse. She took them from him and led Tommy back into the small room
where he would be changed whenever he needed it. Inside the room was a
cabinet that was divided into several compartments, each with a door on
it. The nurse told Tommy that his diapers would be kept in box number
19. She then opened the door with "19" on it and set the diapers in it.
The room also contained a changing table, big enough
to accommodate a larger body, and also a waste container was in the
room. Tommy thought for a moment and did some quick math in his head.
Assuming the preceding 18 boxes also contained diapers that other kids
brought to school, there was an average of over three students in each
grade who wore diapers, though he didn't take into account that most of
the kids at school who wore diapers were in the lower grades.
"Do you need to be changed now?" the nurse asked him.
"No, not yet," Tommy replied.
"Just walk in whenever you need to, and I'll know what you're here
for."
Tommy felt assured that he could trust the school nurse as he left
the office and hurried to class to beat the bell.
All throughout the day Tommy's attention was diverted as he
thought about having a diaper on. Curious, he looked at the other kids
and wondered if any of them had diapers on. There was one boy sitting
one row to his right and at the front. His name was Marvin, a new kid
that had moved into the area. He was like Tommy, shy and with no
friends. His pants looked like they were a little bit more filled out
than the others and Tommy thought that perhaps he wore diapers. Tommy
followed Marvin around on recess at a safe distance. A couple minutes
later the boy realized that Tommy was following him.
"What are you following me for?" Marvin asked Tommy.
"I'm not, uh, following you," Tommy said.
"Then what are you doing?" Marvin asked nervously.
Just then, Carl and Mitchell came up to Tommy and Marvin walked
away from the scene. The two boys looked at Tommy and feigned pity,
though in a mocking fashion.
"Aww, diddums faw' down on his bikey-wikey?" Mitchell teased Tommy
as he was propping himself up on his crutches.
"Yeah, thanks to *you*!" Tommy snapped back.
"Hey, I didn't make you go down that hill!" Mitchell contended.
"You said I was a wimp if I didn't!" Tommy replied.
"Yeah, but I didn't *make* you do it, you just did it yourself!
Now I can see why you wear a helmet, because you can't ride a bike!"
"Shut up!" Tommy yelled.
"Ooh, *now* we're getting tough!"
Mitchell then tried to kick at Tommy's crutches.
"What would happen if somebody did *this*?"
"Knock it off!" Tommy yelled as he barely maintained his balance.
Nancy was also out on the playground and in the immediate area.
She had witnessed the hazing that was going on against her brother, so
she ran over to Mitchell and told him to cut it out.
"Look! It's your sister!" Mitchell shouted. "What is she gonna
do?" Mitchell said in a sarcastically fearful voice.
"Mitchell, you are the biggest jerk I know!" Nancy said as she
looked him straight in the eyes. "Look what you did to my brother!"
"I didn't do anything!" Mitchell shouted defensively. "He went
down the hill himself! I didn't make him do it!"
"No, but you coerced him to do it!"
"Uh, co-erce?" Mitchell paused.
"Try reading a book sometime, you might learn a few words like
that!" Nancy said. "And why did you guys leave? We needed your help!"
"Well, uh, we were going back to get someone to get you guys some
help, uh, weren't we, Carl?"
"Yeah, yeah, we were," he said.
"One of you should have stayed, at least come back up to check on
us!"
"You ever try climbing *up* that hill?" Carl asked. "No way!"
"Then you should have waited for us at the bottom! You guys are
both jerks!"
The two boys then left and went back to join some other kids.
Tommy began crying. His sister walked him over to a nearby bench and sat
down with him.
"Tommy, don't cry, you're at school! Look, the principal will make
sure he doesn't bother you again, okay?"
"Okay," Tommy sobbed. "I hate those guys! I thought they were my
friends!"
"They're jerks, Tommy, and you don't need jerks for friends! There
has to be somebody here at school who would like to talk to you!"
"I tried talking to this one kid, but then he got scared because I
was following him!"
There was about five minutes left in the recess period when Tommy
realized that he had just wet his diapers. He told his sister that he
needed to go to the "bathroom", which she knew this meant that he needed
to go to the nurse's office for a diaper change. She told him to meet
her and her friend Dee Anne at lunch.
Tommy went back into the school building and headed for the
nurse's office. The nurse recognized him from earlier that morning and
told him to go the back with her. She led Tommy into the room and shut
the door behind her. Tommy was very nervous about having someone he
didn't even know remove his pants. She tried to make Tommy as
comfortable as she could, yet also maintain her professionalism. She
went to the cabinet and opened up box number 19 and pulled out one of
Tommy's diapers. She set it aside as she pulled at the tapes on Tommy's
diaper and removed it from his body. Tommy was glad he was only wet,
though he dreaded the day he would come in wearing a poopy diaper that
needed to be changed. He lay still, but stiff as the nurse wiped him
clean. Even when the nurse was wiping him his penis became erect. The
nurse, having much experience with changing boys' diapers, knew to
expect it. She then taped up the clean diaper and she did it very
quickly, and to Tommy, the diaper seemed to fit perfectly. His mother
had a tendency to put them on a little more tightly.
Tommy's knee was still sore and he needed help getting his pants
back on, so the nurse assisted him. She wrote him an excuse note to hand
to his teacher as the tardy bell had already rung and class was back in
session. Tommy went back to his class and he handed his teacher the
note. She clued him in on the assignment that was started and directed
him to his seat.
Tommy continued to study Marvin's behind, the boy sitting in the
next row three seats up. He couldn't help but to wonder whether he was
wearing a diaper. Marvin had even gotten up and had bent over to
retrieve a pencil he dropped on the floor. Tommy noticed an extra bulge
in the seat of his pants and now he knew for sure that this boy was in a
diaper, too.
Tommy tried to think of a way to approach this boy, but just
following him around didn't work last time. He was so preoccupied with
this problem that when the teacher called on Tommy to answer a problem,
he didn't know it and Tommy faced the embarrassment of getting caught
not paying attention. As Tommy was a conscientious student, it was rare
for him to be engaged in such a diversion from the lesson.
Later on, the teacher divided the class up into groups for another
exercise. The groups were determined by the students' last names and
Tommy and Marvin fell within the same group under this system of
division. During the exercise, Tommy got Marvin's attention.
"Your name is Marvin?" Tommy asked the boy to whom he had rarely
spoken.
"Yeah, so?"
Tommy at least got a dialog started, but where to take it from
here was the next problem. He tried to come up with some sort of ice-
breaker.
"What are you doing at lunch?" Tommy asked.
"Eating, what else?" Marvin replied.
"Me, too," Tommy replied. Tommy thought that he had sounded really
stupid now. Tommy didn't think he could get very far with this boy. That
was about all they said during the group exercise. The bell rang and the
groups disbanded as the students filed out the door to lunch.
Tommy sat down with his sister and her friend Dee Anne during
lunch. De Anne talked to Tommy about his accident and asked him how he
was feeling.
"All right, I guess, a little sore still."
"Poor baby," she said. Tommy looked at her suspiciously, as if she
had known he was wearing diapers. She had called him "baby", though she
was only using the term in an affectionate sense.
"What's wrong with him?" De Anne asked Nancy. All I said was 'poor
baby.'"
"He doesn't like being called 'baby'," Nancy told her.
"Sorry," Dee Anne apologized.
The rest of the day had passed almost uneventfully. Tommy had wet
his diaper shortly after lunch, but fortunately nobody knew that he had
done it during class. He found it difficult to concentrate on the
assignment he was working on while wearing a wet diaper among his
classmates. He was debating whether or not to request an excuse to get a
diaper change. Mrs. Fleming was notoriously strict about granting
bathroom privileges during class. Quite often she would only let a
student go if he or she exhibited facial expressions, so a lot of
students learned to fake their way to the bathroom. Tommy decided it was
best to finish out the day and get changed when he got home. When it was
too late, he realized that his mother was going to still be at work when
they got home and Nancy would have to change him.
Just a few minutes after they got in the door, Nancy asked Tommy,
"Do you need your diaper changed?"
"Well, I..." Tommy hesitated. His diaper was soaking wet and his
Mom wouldn't be home from work for at least another couple hours or so.
In spite of the discomfort, he wanted to wait for his mother to change
him instead of Nancy.
"I'll wait until Mom gets home," Tommy said.
"Mom said to check you every day after school," Nancy said.
"No!" he cried.
"Tommy!" Nancy raised her voice. "You might as well get used to me
taking your diapers off of you and seeing you naked. I *do* know what it
is that makes you a boy!"
Tommy realized that he would have to face this routine every day
after school and he agreed that he had better let Nancy change his
diapers, at least for a few days, so she led him into his room and laid
him down on his bed. She pulled his pants off and revealed the white
pair of underwear that was covering up the diaper underneath. She then
pulled away the underpants and uncovered his diaper with its wetness
indicator stripes that had turned green. She reached around to each side
of him and released the tapes.
"You, you know how to do this, Nancy?" he asked his sister. He was
quite surprised that she knew how to change a diaper.
"Of course I do! Remember how many times I changed cousin Adam's
diapers while Aunt Judy and Uncle Mike were on their vacation a few
years ago? You're just bigger, that's all."
As Nancy took his diaper off she and Tommy both smelled the warm,
moist urine-laced air wafting up into their faces. He lay there naked,
looking very self-conscious and embarrassed that he had to go through
all of this in front of his sister. She tried to be as nonchalant about
the whole thing as she could, but she did like being able to provide
this sort of care for her big brother.
She applied some baby powder to his private area to keep him from
getting a rash. His penis went from lying limp to standing straight up
as she ran her hand over his tender, smooth balls. She had always
wondered how boys did this and was curious to know what it felt like to
them. She then reached for one of his diapers and unfolded it. It was
the first time that she had handled one of his diapers and she was
surprised at how big it was after handling comparatively smaller diapers
for her cousin. It was quite thick, too, considering how thin most
diapers were being made. She scooted the diaper underneath Tommy's bum
and then she pulled it up tightly into his crotch. She fastened the
sides up with the tapes and then asked Tommy if he wanted his pants back
on.
"Is Dee Anne coming over?" he asked.
"No, at least not that we had planned."
"Then I'll be okay," he said.
Nancy left his pants on the floor and helped her freshly diapered
brother out of his room and to the kitchen table where he had a lot of
homework waiting to be completed. About an hour later while he was busy
getting caught up on the schoolwork he had missed, he called for Nancy
to have her take his diaper off. She was in the middle of doing homework
over the phone with Dee Anne. A few seconds later she opened her bedroom
door and hollered, "What do you need? I'm on the phone!"
"Can you come here?" Tommy asked.
"What is it?"
"Can you come take my diaper off?"
"Do you need to be changed already?"
"Not yet," he said. "But I--"
"What's the matter?" she asked. Tommy hesitated to answer,
especially since he would need to shout that he was about to poop.
"I'll be there in a couple minutes!" she shouted.
Nancy was slow to get to her brother to find out what he needed.
In the meantime, Tommy was holding back his bowel movement, and it was a
loose, runny poop that was about to emerge. He managed to get it to
recede for a few minutes.
A few minutes later Nancy came out from her room and asked Tommy what he
needed her for.
"Why did you need me to take your diaper off?"
"I need to go, uh, poop."
"Why not just go in your diaper? It's made for that, too!" Nancy
said to her brother as she took the chair across the table from him. She
basically said the same thing as what their mother had said to Tommy
about pooping in his diapers.
"Why can't you take it off and let me use the toilet?" he asked,
trying to avoid the embarrassment and discomfort of another messy diaper
and making his sister deal with his poopy posterior.
"No sense wasting a good diaper," Nancy said. She, too, was
enjoying the chance to diaper her older brother. To Nancy, the job of
changing Tommy's diapers seemed to consummate her role of looking after
her brother and taking care of him the way she had been doing.
"But you can put it back on!" Tommy said.
"Those tapes will rip it and it won't be any good after that,"
Nancy replied.
"But you'll have a big mess to clean up!", Tommy mentioned to his
sister. He was trying every reason he could think of.
"I know," she said. "But I'll change it as soon as you're done.
"If I can handle Adam's dirty diapers, I can probably handle yours,
too."
"This is so embarrassing!" Tommy cried as he set his pencil down.
"I can't go to the bathroom at all anymore!"
"Tommy, you are not the only one like this! I'm sure there are
other kids out there just like you!"
"Well, yes, there are," Tommy said. He went on to explain the
cabinet in the nurse's office that he assumed contained diapers that
other students had to bring to school.
"The problem is getting to know someone who does," Nancy said. "I
mean, you don't just go around and let people know you wear diapers!"
"I think this one kid wears them," Tommy said. "It's that kid I
told you about on recess. His name is Marvin."
"Did you talk to him today?" Nancy asked.
"A little, not much."
"Why not invite him over? Does he have any friends?"
"I don't think so, he's new. But I don't think he wants to talk to
me."
"Maybe he's just like you, and he wants friends, but he's afraid
of other people. Just sit down with him at lunch tomorrow."
"Okay," Tommy said. "Uh oh, here it comes!" he said as he felt his
bowel movement about to emerge from his butt. Tommy had gotten up on his
heels and began grunting as he unloaded his bowel movement into his
diaper. Nancy could hear it and smell it. He felt the large load spill
into the back of his diaper and spreading everywhere, leaving his rear
end covered in smelly filth. When he was finished pooping she helped him
into his room for a diaper change.
Tommy got up on his bed and his dirtily diapered derriere was
sticking up in Nancy's face As she looked at his rear she could see the
volume of his discharge bulging in the rear of his diaper. She knew that
she was in for quite a job of wiping her brother's butt. He then turned
himself around and lay down on the towel. He lifted his legs and spread
them apart for his sister.
Tommy gave Nancy quite an initiation for having to change Tommy's
poopy diapers. He watched as Nancy got out some wipes to clean his butt.
His penis stood erect as she first ran an old rag through his butt crack
and over his crotch to wipe off the excess poop. She then wadded up the
soiled diaper and continued wiping up the rest of the mess. She spread
some more powder from his penis back to his butt and everywhere in
between, and then a few seconds later she had his butt padded up again.
Tommy was ready to return to his school assignments, though both he and
Nancy had gotten weary of doing homework all afternoon, so they got on
the computer and played some games while waiting for their mother to get
home.
Before his mother came home, she stopped at a medical supply store
to buy some more diapers for Tommy. She mentioned to the clerk that her
son recently injured his bladder and he was a very heavy wetter. She
also mentioned that he needed something that could contain large bowel
movements, so she was shown a sample of a diaper that was twice as thick
as the ones that were issued by the hospital, which were already thicker
than most conventional diapers. She decided to take two packages of
these diapers, even though they were more expensive. The diapers were
intended for institutional use, but this store found that there was a
lot of demand from parents for such heavy-duty diapers and the store
could make a sizable profit off of selling them to the public. To
Tommy's mother, it was worth it as she wanted to make her second new
motherhood as enjoyable as possible, and she felt this could be best
accomplished by putting her son in the biggest and thickest diapers she
could get for him. She also knew he would enjoy wearing them more, at
least in his own secret way he would enjoy them.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 4
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Tommy managed to get through school on Thursday without anyone
detecting that he had diapers on. Carl and Mitchell had begun ignoring
him as they moved onto hanging out with some other kids. He still wasn't
sure of how to approach Marvin. He thought that if Marvin wore diapers
then he most likely had to go to the nurse to change, too. Every time
Tommy went to the nurse for diaper change he hoped to catch Marvin
there, but no such luck.
Tommy had been examined again by his doctor that afternoon and he
reported that Tommy's knee and other minor injuries were getting better,
but had reiterated that his bladder was done for. Tommy was off the
crutches and his knee was out of its brace, though he still limped when
he walked and he couldn't move around very swiftly. The diapers, of
course, were there to stay. His mother still changed his diapers that
day and the next morning even though Tommy had recovered enough to be
able to do it himself. She was waiting for him to ask when he could do
his own diaper change, but since he had said nothing about it yet, she
didn't offer to turn the responsibility over to him.
Tommy was so glad for Friday afternoon to arrive. He had gotten
caught up on his homework throughout the week and he didn't have any
assignments to worry about over the weekend. He liked being able to go
around without crutches, even though his knee was still tender.
Dee Anne joined Nancy after school and she boarded the bus to go
home with her and Tommy. Tommy wasn't sure about how to ask Nancy for a
diaper change with Dee Anne being present. He thought that he should try
changing his own diaper now. After they had gotten off the bus Tommy had
gotten Nancy away from Dee Anne while they were walking home. He told
Nancy he would try to change his own diaper now. Nancy agreed that he
could do it and she understood his reason for wanting to change himself.
When they got in the door, Tommy started going towards his
bedroom. Much to his surprise, he realized that the two big packages of
diapers his mother bought for him were still sitting out in plain sight
in the corner of the front room for all to see, including Dee Anne. He
didn't want to make any attempts to move the diapers and hide them as
this would draw attention to them. He was hoping Dee Anne would need to
use the bathroom or she would go back to Nancy's bedroom or into the
kitchen, so he sat down at the computer and played games while waiting
for Dee Anne to leave the room long enough for Tommy to move the diapers
back into his room. Maybe she hadn't noticed them, he hoped, but they
had a bright red label on the package that read YOUTH SUPER ABSORBENCY
BRIEFS on them, complete with graphics of one of the diapers and a boy
who was modeling them. The hospital-issued package was much more subtle.
Dee Anne had planted herself on the couch to watch TV while Nancy
was in the kitchen preparing some snacks. Tommy ran in there with her to
tell her about the packages of diapers that were sitting out.
"I can't move them with Dee Anne in the room!" he said.
"Do you want me to ask Dee Anne to leave for a second?" she asked.
"Sure!" he said.
"I'll call her in here, okay?"
Tommy left the kitchen as Nancy called Dee Anne into the kitchen.
Dee Anne got up and left the front room for the kitchen, giving Tommy a
chance to move his diaper packages back to his bedroom. After he got
them safely hidden away he closed his bedroom door and took off his own
diaper as well as the underpants that he slipped over them to disguise
the diaper from curious, observant onlookers at school. The diaper was
very wet and heavy as he let it drop to the floor. He reached into the
drawer in which the last remaining diaper from the hospital was stashed
along with his underwear. He unfolded it and examined it, wondering how
it was supposed to go on. He applied some of the powder to his balls,
crotch and butt. He quickly realized that applying the powder himself
wasn't nearly as satisfying as having someone else do it and he missed
the sensual aspects of this, though he still got an erection from it.
He laid the diaper on his bed and then he sat in the middle of it.
He reached around one side of his body and he brought the tapes forward
and stuck them in place. He taped up his other side and then he stood
up. The diaper didn't feel as tight as it should have. He tried re-
taping it again and he got it a little tighter this time. Since Dee Anne
was there he decided to put his pants back on. When he emerged from his
room Nancy looked at him. She silently gestured to ask Tommy if he
changed his own diaper and he nodded his head.
A couple hours later Tommy had wet his diaper. Tommy didn't think
anything of it and he assumed his diaper would keep his pants dry, but
unfortunately he did not have his diaper on tightly enough and his
diaper leaked. His urine spilled into the crotch of his pants and Dee
Anne had noticed it.
"Tommy! Your pants are wet!" she said.
Tommy looked down and, much to his horror, he realized that his
diaper had leaked and it left incriminating evidence of his condition!
He began to cry. Nancy went over to him and tried to comfort him.
"What's wrong with him?" Dee Anne asked.
"Tommy," Nancy said to her brother. "I was afraid Dee Anne was
going to find out sooner or later since she's over here so much, so I'll
have to tell her."
Tommy continued to cry as Nancy put her arm around him and told
Dee Anne the story about how the bike riding accident injured Tommy's
bladder and he had to start wearing diapers.
"I was wondering what those packages were doing in here," Dee Anne
said. "Somebody must have moved them."
"Now she knows!" Tommy cried.
"I'm sorry, Tommy," Nancy said to her big brother. "But now we
don't have to keep it a secret from her anymore."
Dee Anne got up and went over to Tommy. She knelt down in front of
him and she promised him that she wasn't going to laugh or tell anyone
else about it.
"You wanna know something?" Dee Anne said. "My cousin wears
diapers, too. He's fourteen years old and he's worn them all his life.
I've seen him in them and I even changed him a couple times."
This did little to comfort Tommy as his sensitive feelings were
beginning to overwhelm him. Any sort of confidence that he had gained
since the bicycle accident had faded and shame and humiliation suddenly
hit him like a brick.
"Let me go change you," Nancy said to her brother. He got up and
went back to his bedroom and took his pants off in front of his sister.
He then got on his bed and assumed the position for her to change him.
"I'm never changing my own diaper again!" he said.
"If you'd rather let Mom and me do it, that's fine," she said. "I
don't mind doing it."
In a way she was pleased that her brother had lost his confidence
in changing his own diapers as this would give her the opportunity to
continue diapering her brother. She noted that the diaper was not taped
on very well. She removed it and then she went to his drawer, only to
realize that he had no more diapers left except for those that were in
the new packages.
"Where did you put your new diapers?" Nancy asked him.
"In the closet," Tommy replied.
Nancy walked over to his closet and pulled out one of the big
packages. She opened it up and pulled out one of the diapers. She looked
at it and she was surprised to see how much bigger and thicker these
diapers were than the ones she had gotten used to seeing Tommy wearing.
"My gosh," she said. "These are, uh, thick, really thick!"
Nancy unfolded the diaper and noted it had a wider crotch and
bigger tapes at the sides. Before she put it on Tommy she noted that he
hadn't used enough powder on himself, so she gave him an additional
application. Tommy secretly took in the pleasing sensation of getting
his privates rubbed with powder. Next came the diaper. Tommy could feel
its extra width as it came up tightly into his crotch. He could feel the
added thickness underneath him. He felt like he was wearing a doubler
with the diaper, except that the extra padding was all around him. His
rear end felt well-cushioned as he sat up and sensed the increased depth
of the diaper's materials. Nancy noted how the tapes were not only
larger but the adhesive was stronger, too. The diaper came up even
higher on his body than the others. As Tommy turned around she noted how
his rear end was very filled out.
"Uh, Tommy," Nancy said to her brother. "I hope you don't mind
wearing these diapers that Mom got you. They sure are awfully big and
thick."
"There all I have," Tommy said. "I'm out of the others."
"At least I won't have to change you for awhile," Nancy said.
Tommy had one more clean pair of pants, so he started putting them
on. He realized that the diaper he was wearing was so thick that he
couldn't get his pants on over it. He had no other options. He had no
shorts, and since he didn't wear pajamas, he had none of these to wear,
either. His sister had some sweats, but they were pink. Tommy decided
that in spite of his embarrassment, he might as well just go around in
the thick diaper he was wearing just like he had been doing all week
long. He figured that Dee Anne already knew about it, anyway, and
decided that the sooner he let her see him wearing diapers, the sooner
the initial anxiety would be relieved. He exited his room and slowly re-
entered the front room. Nancy looked at him as did Dee Anne. She had
never seen anyone wear such a thick diaper, not even her cousin.
"Aren't you going to put any pants on?" Nancy asked Tommy,
surprised that he would allow Dee Anne to see him.
"My pants don't fit," he said. "I need some new pants to fit over
these."
"Mom will probably get you some over the weekend," Nancy said.
Dee Anne continued to look as Tommy swiftly walked past her on the
couch as he was headed to the kitchen for a drink. Dee Anne noted his
thickly bulging butt and turned to Nancy and said, "don't tell him this,
but I think he looks really cute in that diaper!"
"He does," Nancy said. "And I think he really likes wearing them,
too. Just be careful what you say around him; you know how sensitive he
is."
"Have you ever had to change him after he's pooped?"
"Oh yeah, I have," Nancy answered.
"Eeewww!" Dee Anne winced. "I don't mind changing my cousin's wet
diapers, but I've never handled a poopy one of his before."
"You get used to it," Nancy said. "Diaper changing is a smelly
job, but someone's gotta do it!" she quipped.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 5
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Dee Anne stayed overnight with Nancy. Tommy never had the
opportunity to invite an overnight guest to stay with him as he had no
friends. How he wished he could bring someone over to join him in
watching movies, eating pizza, playing games and sharing his toys,
someone who would go on a bike ride with him, someone who wouldn't tease
him because he wears diapers. Tommy thought about what it would be like
to get to know Marvin and bring him over for a night, but this weekend
was out as Tommy did not succeed at attaining any lasting contact with
his prospective playmate.
Fortunately, Nancy was kind enough to allow Tommy to join her and
Dee Anne in their activities, at least those of which interested Tommy.
Barbie dolls, for example, were out as far as Tommy was concerned. The
rest of the time he spent getting reading some science-fiction books his
mother had bought him to cheer him up in having to deal with his
temporary handicap in his mobility, and his permanent handicap in his
body's elimination processes.
It rained throughout much of the weekend, so Tommy, Nancy and Dee
Anne spent their entire time indoors. Tommy never wore anything except
for a shirt, a thick disposable diaper and socks. He got a lot of
reading done. Later on he sat down at the computer and he wrote about
some of his recent experiences in his computerized journal. He also
wrote about some of his thoughts about wearing diapers, thoughts he
never felt he would have, especially after the things his father put him
through.
After awhile his mother came up to him and asked him how he was
feeling. He replied he was doing okay as he quickly saved and exited the
journal program. He didn't want anyone to see what he thought about
wearing diapers. His mother respected his privacy and didn't question
what he had been typing. Tommy then turned around in his chair to face
his mother. She looked down at his crotch and noted that the wetness
stripes were green.
"Do you need to be changed yet?" she asked.
"It's a little wet," he said. "But these diapers can hold more,
too," he added, speaking softly and slowly.
"Let me know when it gets too wet," she said, "or when you poop."
She gently patted him on the head and returned to her chores.
Tommy continued to wear the same wet diaper up until before
dinnertime. While his mother was busy getting dinner ready, Tommy felt
an urge to poop. He looked over at his sister who was sitting in the
chair. Her attention was diverted by the book she was reading, so Tommy
didn't think she would notice if he unloaded his diapers. He had
resigned himself to being expected to use his diapers for pooping as
well and no longer requested to have his diaper taken off for pooping.
He just squatted down on the couch where he had been watching a Star
Trek re-run and he let it go into his diaper. It was just as messy and
stinky like all the other bowel movements that Tommy had gotten used to
making in his diapers at least once a day. This time, however, it felt
good in the same sort of strange way as it did to have a diaper on in
the first place. He felt his penis get stiff as he felt the warm, creamy
sensation of his poop ejecting from his rear end and into his diaper. He
felt guilty about this and he didn't think he was supposed to feel this
way when he pooped in his diapers. He examined the front of his diaper
and could see that his developing penis was getting big enough that it
made a small tent in the front of his diaper, even considering that his
diaper was as thick as it was. At this time he wet some more, having
little sensation of needing to pee beforehand.
Tommy knew his diaper was in need of changing now. He got up and
went to his mother and asked her to change him.
"Honey, can you have Nancy change you? I'd do it, but I need to
get dinner ready."
Tommy walked back into the living room and he slowly approached
his sister.
"Uh, Nancy?" he asked her.
"What, Tommy?" she answered, keeping her eyes on the page she was
reading.
"I uh, need to be changed," he answered. His odors were spreading
around him and Nancy picked up on the foul smell.
"Turn around," she instructed him. With his padded butt at her eye
level as she was seated in the chair, she reached forward and patted his
rear, noting the large volume of poop he just left for her to take care
of.
"Yeah," she said, "I'd say you need a change about now!"
Tommy was embarrassed over the way his sister gave such attention
to his poopy butt. He walked back to his room, feeling the cheese-like
mush pressed against his buttocks with each step. He took his position
and his sister came in behind him, armed with some old rags. She pulled
away his diaper and noted that his penis was sticking straight up, as
big as she had ever seen it. It remained stiff throughout the diaper
change. Tommy detected a tingling sensation in his penis as his sister
ran the cloth around his butt and the sensation became more pronounced
as she wiped his balls and the shaft of his penis itself. The sensation
became even more intense as Nancy rubbed the powder around him. As Nancy
put a clean diaper on him again she guided his penis upward as she
pulled the diaper over it. The top of the diaper still went past the
head of his hard-on by another three inches, ensuring plenty of diaper
coverage, even if he wet himself with the erection that he had at that
moment in its present position.
Nancy pulled the tapes up and adhered them tightly before she left
the room. Tommy was so engrossed in this newly discovered erotic feeling
that he wanted to explore it some more. He got up to turn the light out
and then he closed his bedroom door.
He lay back down on his bed and began to rub his hard-on through
his diaper. He lifted his legs and spread them, as if to have his diaper
changed. He ran his hand up and down the length of his crotch. He lifted
his body up as he ran his hands back to his padded butt and felt the
extra thick absorbent layers there. He returned to playing with his
penis, rubbing it harder and faster now. All along he had been thinking
about how he was in a diaper and all of this felt so good. He had
momentarily abandoned pondering why he felt this way and he completely
immersed himself in his secret ecstasy. His thoughts intensified along
with his physical feelings as he thought about wearing something even
thicker, such as the triple-layer cloth diapers his dad used to make him
wear, or the diapers the boy was wearing in the story that he had worked
on this afternoon.
Tommy couldn't stop rubbing his penis, and he didn't want to stop.
He didn't even stray to rub his crotch or his butt. He kept it up until
suddenly he felt a spasm in his hard-on. It was like a sudden jolt, and
it felt so good. His penis then became very sensitive and Tommy had to
stop at that point. He gave himself a good workout as he lay on the bed
and felt his body sweating and emitting a lot of heat. His heart was
beating rapidly. He let his body go limp and he relaxed himself
completely.
"What did I just do?" Tommy pondered. He felt guilty and he was
also worried that he hurt his penis. He got up from his bed and turned
on the light. He stood in front of his closed bedroom door and tried to
pull his diaper away to examine his penis. The diaper was on him so
tightly, and he didn't want to tear the tape and ruin the diaper before
he actually used it. He drew his stomach in and he tried to look down
into the narrow space between his stomach and the diaper. He could see
part of his penis, which had returned to a limp state, though it was
still pointing upward and being held in place by the tight diaper. Tommy
could barely see what he was doing as his body's shadow obscured the
light.
While Tommy was busy on his bed, his mother had called him for
dinner twice. Concerned, she went back to his bedroom and knocked on the
door. Tommy stopped his inspection and looked up at his Mom as she
opened the door.
"Dinner's ready," she said.
"Okay, Mommy," Tommy said nervously.
His Mom noticed that Tommy was sweating and his complexion was a
little bit red.
"Are you feeling okay?" she asked him.
"Yeah," Tommy answered.
"You look hot," she replied.
"I am, a little."
Tommy's Mom put her head on Tommy's forehead.
"You're not running a fever, at least that I can tell."
"I think I'm okay now," Tommy said.
"Come and eat," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "Let me
know if you start feeling funny."
Tommy's diaper was changed one last time that evening before he
went to bed. When his mother pulled away his diaper he sat up and looked
down at his penis, which had become stiff again, though it still felt
more sensitive than before. He tried to look at it and make sure he
didn't hurt himself earlier that evening. His mother caught him
examining himself as she turned around with the wipes, the powder and a
clean diaper. Tommy quickly laid himself back down, embarrassed that his
mother caught him paying such attention to his penis. She accepted his
behavior as normal, natural, pre-pubescent sexual curiosity and she
didn't say anything to hurt her son's feelings or cause him any more
embarrassment. After she diapered him she knelt down and kissed him good
night and he reciprocated. He then got up on his hands and knees to
crawl into his bed. His diapered, white-padded butt was right there in
front of her, and she could not resist the urge to give him a couple
little affectionate pats on his rear and did so as she said, "sleep
tight!"
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 6
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When Tommy returned to school the following Monday morning he was
sporting a brand new pair of overalls, which his mother had bought for
him instead of regular pants. Tommy was used to wearing jeans, and he
thought the overalls looked babyish when his mother had presented them
to him. He felt that they looked more appropriate for a toddler to wear
than a for twelve-year-old boy. His mother explained to him that they
would conceal his diapers better and eliminate the need to disguise them
with a pair of underwear over them. They were baggy enough to conceal
the extra bulkiness of his diapers. As Tommy often wore striped T-
shirts, his mother thought his overalls complemented his shirts nicely
and made him look really cute.
The routine throughout the next several weeks remained about the
same. Tommy would wet his diapers in school and he would get at least
one change a day from the nurse, sometimes two if he really needed it.
He managed to hold his bowel movements in until he got home from school.
He would then let it loose and give his sister a smelly mess to clean
up. Tommy often went around in just his diapers following his after-
school diaper changes, though sometimes he put his overalls back on
whenever he wanted to go outside and play in the leaves and whenever his
mother told him and Nancy to rake them up.
It was a Monday, just three days before Thanksgiving, Tommy was
sitting in class, effortlessly sailing through the math exercise that he
was diligently working on. After he finished he sat silently and waited
for the others to catch up. While he was sitting there he felt a bowel
movement stirring in his system. He looked up at the clock and then, out
of habit, checked the school's time against his own watch. Either way he
looked at the time, he wouldn't get home for over four hours. Just as he
had done before he started wearing diapers, Tommy clenched his buttocks
tightly together to delay pooping until he got home. The thick diaper
made performing this effort more difficult for Tommy. Even when he had
to resort to sitting on his heel, he was barely able to restrain his
bowel movement. He nearly unloaded into his diaper in the middle of the
classroom before he got it to recede. "Whew!" Tommy thought as he was
afraid that he might have blown his mud too early.
While Tommy was sitting with Nancy and Dee Anne at lunch, Nancy
pointed out Marvin, who was sitting at another table across the lunch
room.
"Isn't that the kid you were trying to talk to?" she asked Tommy.
"Yeah, he is. He doesn't talk to anybody."
"Neither do you," Nancy said to her brother.
"I don't know what to say to him!" Tommy whined, feeling so
frustrated.
"I think that's his little brother who's sitting with him."
"So?" Tommy replied. "You think I should be friends with his
brother instead?"
"He's in my class; his name is Max," Nancy said to Tommy.
"What's his last name?" Tommy asked.
"Oppenheimer," she answered.
"That's Marvin's last name," Tommy stated.
"Then they're probably brothers," Nancy said.
Nancy and Dee Anne had gotten up from the table as they finished
their lunch. Tommy was finished as well, but he couldn't get up just
yet. The pressure in his bowels had returned to him again and he was
trying to keep it in him as nearly three hours remained in the school
day.
"What's the matter, Tommy?" Nancy asked him, seeing that he was
still seated and sitting on his heel. She noticed the grimaced
appearance on his face.
"Are you feeling okay?" she asked him.
"Gimme just a minute," Tommy said. He tried hard to get his poop
to stay in. Just when he felt he was safe, he got up and joined Nancy
and Dee Anne. He walked around the playground with them for about five
minutes after they left the lunch room. Tommy suddenly felt his poop
making another forward thrust through his intestines. This time he was
not able to prepare for it or prevent it. He loaded his diapers while
standing there with his sister and her friend.
"I did it," Tommy said. His face was beaming a deep shade of red.
"Well, go see the nurse," Nancy said.
Tommy turned around and asked Nancy if she could tell he had done
anything in his diapers.
"No but..." Nancy started to answer. She then took a whiff of the
air and detected Tommy's foul odor. "...but you'd better go take care of
it."
Tommy could barely refrain from crying as he felt so humiliated
about pooping his diaper in school, even though nobody except for Nancy
and Dee Anne knew about it. He quickly dashed to the nurse's office. He
felt the warm glops of poop smothered over his behind and he wanted to
get changed right away.
As Tommy entered the nurse's office he noticed that Marvin and his
brother Max were there and they were both leaving. Marvin looked at
Tommy briefly as they were passing each other. As Tommy passed by them,
Marvin looked behind him and studied Tommy's rear end, oblivious to the
fetid contents that lie underneath.
"I think he wears diapers like we do," Marvin said to Max. "A few
weeks ago he was acting like he wanted to talk to me, but I didn't know
what to say to him. I just wish I knew if he did wear diapers. I wonder
if he's in there to get his diaper changed."
"I dunno, but he left a stink trail," Max said. "Can't you smell
it?"
Tommy went into the private diaper-changing room with the nurse.
He was so embarrassed about having to present to her his first poopy
diaper, though she didn't even bat an eye as she took the dirty diaper
off of Tommy and discarded it. She had dealt with a poopy bottom at
least once every day, if not more. She put on some latex gloves and
wiped Tommy's butt clean and dry. Just as the nurse was faster at
changing Tommy's diapers than his mother and his sister, she was also
more efficient at wiping up his poop. She was also more professional
about it and she tried to avoid arousing Tommy and giving his genitals
extra attention, unlike his mother and sister.
Tommy felt so much better to get that heavily-weighing poop-filled
diaper off of him. He also felt glad that it didn't happen during class.
Of course there were a lot of days left to go in the school year, and a
lot of years left to go in school.
Tommy returned to class late because of the extra time the nurse
had to spend on cleaning up Tommy in spite of her efficiency. Most of
the students just briefly glanced at Tommy as he entered the room and
handed his excuse note to Mrs. Fleming. Marvin, however, looked at Tommy
a little bit longer, and he surmised that Tommy's tardiness was caused
by having a diaper change.
Tommy could sense that Marvin was trying to make some kind of
contact with him as they listened to the teacher drone on about old
Aztec civilizations in present-day Mexico. History was not Tommy's
favorite subject. Studying the past was boring to him unless it had to
do with science. The lesson seemed to drag forever before the afternoon
recess bell rang. Tommy followed Marvin out to the playground, and he
tried to keep his distance. He watched Marvin walk over to his brother
where they liked to play.
Tommy saw them tossing a ball back and forth to each other. He
stood still, nervous and wondering what to say to Marvin. He was trying
to muster up enough courage to present himself to the boy with whom he
hoped to establish a friendship. Suddenly, Max turned his head and
pointed at Tommy.
"Who's that?" Max asked his brother. "He's been standing there
watching us."
"That's Tommy, the one we saw yesterday after we got changed. He's
in my class."
"Let's go talk to him," Max said. "Ask him if he would like to
play."
Tommy watched as the boys had stopped playing and were talking to
each other. Tommy couldn't hear what they were saying, whether or not
they wanted him to join them or not. Suddenly, Marvin held up the ball
and shouted, "Wanna play?" to Tommy. He acknowledged this as an
invitation to join the other boys in their game of catch, so he slowly
walked over to them.
"What are you guys playing?" Tommy asked.
"Just catch," Marvin answered. "It gets kind of boring with just
two people. Stand over there."
Tommy took his position and the three boys stood in a triangle
fashion and tossed the ball back and forth to each other for a few
minutes until they got tired of it. During the last five minutes of
recess Marvin and Tommy talked and got to know a little about each
other. Tommy discussed some of the details about his family, purposely
omitting mention of his father, however. Marvin and Max had an older
sister named Heidi who was in the ninth grade. The two boys lived with
both their mother and father, unlike Tommy. They both enjoyed reading
books and riding their bikes, and their most common interest was
computers, at least with what they had discussed so far. Neither of them
really cared much for sports. The boys hadn't mentioned anything about
diapers at this point.
"This is my brother Max," Marvin introduced him. "He's in the
fourth grade."
"I have Mrs. Larson," he said. "She's really nice."
"My sister is in your class," Tommy said to him. "Her name is
Nancy, do you know her?"
"I know who she is," he said, "but I don't talk to her."
"What are you doing after school?" Tommy asked Marvin.
"I just go home, play around, watch TV, get on the computer and
then do homework if I have any."
"I do homework first thing," Tommy said proudly. "Then I can enjoy
the rest of the day."
"I wish I could do that, but when I get home it's like, you just
got out of school, and the last thing you wanna do is homework!"
"Maybe you guys can come over sometime," Tommy invited the boys.
"We'll hafta ask our Mom," Marvin said.
"Me, too. Maybe tomorrow we can get together."
"Sounds fun," Marvin said. "I've never gone over to anyone's house
before," he said.
"Well, if you wanna know something, neither have I," Tommy
replied. "I used to have Carl and Mitchell come over a couple times to
my house, but they turned out to be jerks."
"I heard about what happened to you," Marvin said, "They took you
up into the hills and made you go down a steep hill on your bike and
that's how you got hurt."
"Yep," Tommy answered, sill feeling uneasy about the recent
occurrence. "Then they just rode off and left me and my sister there, it
was awful!"
"At least you're not on crutches anymore," Marvin said.
"No, at least I'm not," Tommy sighed. He then thought to himself,
"but I am still wearing diapers."
Tommy was feeling pretty good at the end of the day. He felt like
that he hit it off well with his new friends. He told Nancy all about
his initial encounter and his plans to invite them over.
"Good!" she said. "I look forward to seeing them tomorrow!"
Tommy was so excited about telling his mother that he found some
new friends at school. He couldn't wait for her to get home from work so
he could report the good news. When his Mom came in the door, Tommy was
dressed in the same striped shirt that he had on all day and a thick
disposable diaper that Nancy just put on him. He jumped up and down and
said, "guess what, Mom? Guess what?"
"From the way your acting, Tommy, it sounds like we won the
lottery!" his mother joked. "What is it?"
"I've got friends now!" he yelled joyously.
"Really? Tell me about them," his mother smiled as she
followed Tommy back to the kitchen table where he had been doing his
homework.
"Their names are Marvin and Max, and they're brothers," Tommy
started.
"His brother's in my class," Nancy added.
Tommy went on to tell his mother some of the other things he and
the boys talked about in school.
"I'm proud of you, Tommy," his mother said, giving him a hug. "Do
they know that you wear diapers?"
"Well, actually," Tommy started, "I think they wear diapers, too.
I don't know if they know I wear them, but that's kind of why I thought
Marvin might be a good friend. One day he bent over in class and I
thought I could see that he had a diaper on. I also saw him and Max
coming out of the nurse's office one day."
"You may have found a perfect match," his mother said.
"Can they come over tomorrow?" he asked his Mom.
"I don't see why not. I'd like to meet them. They sound like a
couple of nice boys."
Tommy wanted to make a good impression on his two friends when
they came over the next day, so after he finished his homework he went
into his bedroom and cleaned it up. There was evidence of his diapers
everywhere he looked. A new package of diapers was sitting on the floor.
A container of baby powder sat on top of his dresser along with a supply
of wipes and a stack of old, tattered washcloths to be used for wiping
up Tommy's messier accidents. While Tommy's mother made sure to dispose
of the tabs that came off of the tapes of Tommy's diapers, Nancy was
more lax about it and she had inadvertently left some of them on the
floor.
Tommy and Marvin got together and played during recess the next
day. Tommy had gotten a little more comfortable with talking to Marvin.
He didn't know when or if to bring up wearing diapers until later that
day when Tommy would have the boys in his home. After giving it some
thought, he decided to hold off since school was just not the place to
talk about it openly, even if they were alone.
His diaper had become wet enough before lunch that he would need
to have it changed. He had thought about whether Marvin would need to
have his changed and it occurred to him that he had never seen Marvin or
Max at the nurse's office except for when he went in towards the end of
lunch.
On the way out of the classroom Tommy asked Marvin if he was going
straight to lunch.
"Well, yeah, I am, why?"
"Just wondering," Tommy answered. In spite of his wet diaper he
decided to wait until after he had eaten to have it changed. Tommy sat
down at the same table that Marvin and Max always used. Nancy and Dee
Anne spotted Tommy and they moved over to their table to join them.
"Hi Tommy!" Nancy said as she pulled up a chair. "Hi Max!"
"Uh, hi," he said.
"Are you Marvin?" Nancy asked the boy.
"Uh yeah, I am," he said while stuffing his face.
"I'm Nancy, Tommy's sister."
"This is my brother Max," Marvin introduced his younger sibling.
"I know, we're in the same class together," Nancy replied.
The group ate their lunch and talked and they were all getting
acquainted with each other. After everyone finished eating lunch the
three boys and the two girls split off to do their own things. It felt
unusual to Tommy to not spend the lunch period with Nancy and Dee Anne,
but Tommy felt it was a good move for him to be exploring new
friendships.
While Tommy, Marvin and Max were walking around the playground,
they were confronted by Tommy's former friends Carl and Mitchell.
"Hi Tommy," Carl said.
"Uh, hi," Tommy greeted back as he and the other two boys
continued walking. Then Mitchell spoke up.
"I see you found some new friends!" he said sarcastically. "Are
they wusses like you?"
Tommy took the insult as stoically as he could. He was afraid to
say anything to provoke the taller, more muscular boy.
"I'm not a wuss," Marvin said.
"You look like one, so you are!" Mitchell said back.
"Let's go," Tommy said to Marvin.
"I'll believe it when I see it!" Mitchell said as he and Carl
continued on their way.
"You were friends with them once?" Marvin said.
"Sort of. I thought they were cool and I would get to do a lot of
fun things with them, that is until I found out a little more about
them."
Tommy had wet his diaper more and he felt that he had better get
it changed, though he had underestimated the thick diaper's potential
capacity and could have wet into it quite a bit more. Still, it was
uncomfortable, his skin was starting to itch and after awhile it would
begin to smell.
"Uh guys," Tommy said. "I need to go take care of something," he
said, referring to the nurse's office.
"Well, we have to get something done, too," Marvin said.
"Where are you going?" Marvin asked Tommy.
"This way," Tommy pointed.
"That's where we need to go," Max said.
Tommy led the way as he walked down to the nurse's office and
entered. They had been told to wait at the entrance as the changing room
was already in use. While they stood there and waited, Tommy felt a rush
of nervousness come over him. He felt this was as good of time to reveal
that he wore diapers.
"So, you come here, too?" Marvin asked Tommy, feigning a lack of
awareness of Tommy's diaper changing needs.
"Uh huh," Tommy replied. He thought for a moment and then
carefully constructed the wording of his revelation before speaking it.
"I don't know if you guys know this," Tommy started. "But after I
got into that accident, I had to start wearing...you know..."
Tommy could not say the word "diaper" like he had intended to when
he briefly rehearsed his planned diaper divulgence to his new friends.
Marvin and Max knew what Tommy wanted to say and they spoke up about
wearing diapers themselves.
"We figured you did," Marvin said. "We saw you here after we had
gotten changed. How did you find out I wore them?" Marvin asked.
"Well," Tommy started to explain. "I saw you get up and bend over
in class, and your pants sort of bulged," he said slowly.
"God, did they show that much?" Marvin asked, surprised that Tommy
had picked up on the telltale signs of his diaper. "I should be more
careful about things like that."
"Does anyone else know?"
"No, thank God!" Marvin replied. "I'm so glad we moved! I'll have
to tell you about that later."
After they had waited and talked awhile, a boy who looked to be in
the second grade was coming out of the door of the nurse's office. All
three of the boys looked down at his rear end as he exited and they
could all detect that a thick diaper was padding him up.
"He's definitely diapered," Marvin remarked.
The nurse then came out and said, "Next."
Tommy decided to let his two friends go first. They had always
gone into the changing room together since they were brothers and they
saw each other in diapers and also in nakedness all the time. When the
nurse finished them up she sent them out and called Tommy in so he could
be changed.
"We'll wait for you," Marvin said to Tommy as he walked into the
changing room to finally get his sopping wet diaper taken care of. By
the time Tommy's diaper was changed the end of the lunch period was
approaching and the three boys returned to their classes. They were all
looking forward to the rest of the day they had ahead of them.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 7
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Tommy felt nervous about inviting the two boys into his house.
While he felt more comfortable around Marvin and Max than he did around
Carl and Mitchell, he was still on his guard to make sure these boys
were not going to dupe him out of his money or make him do dangerous
things as the friendship developed. He was more aware of the environment
that his house presented to the other boys. Tommy knew that his diapers
contributed to more household odors, especially in his bedroom, which
otherwise smelled of disinfectant.
Marvin and Max sat down on the couch while Nancy turned the TV on
for them. They started watching their favorite after-school cartoon
while Nancy took Tommy into his bedroom for his after-school diaper
change. When she closed the last tape on his diaper she left him in his
room while she carried his wet diaper out to the garbage. The boys
looked at the diaper she was carrying as she walked past them. She went
into the bathroom to use the toilet and to wash her hands.
Tommy was debating whether or not he should strut around in his
diaper in front of his friends and leave his overalls off as he was used
to doing after school and the rest of the evening. He decided he wasn't
ready to do this just yet, so he put his overalls back on and joined the
boys in the front room.
Nancy was in the kitchen where she had started up a bag of
microwave popcorn. Its aromas wafted through the lightly urine-tinged
air of the house. She offered the two guest boys something to drink and
they accepted. After she started a second bag of popcorn she brought out
the first batch in a bowl to Tommy and his friends. She also brought
three cans of Coca-Cola, each with its own glass filled with ice.
"Thanks!" said Marvin as he took his drink from Nancy as she
handed it to him. Max also thanked Nancy for her hospitality.
"Gee, your sister sure is nice!" Max said to Tommy.
"I didn't think she'd do all this for you guys," Tommy replied.
The boys sat in front of the TV and watched cartoons for the next
hour while they emptied their popcorn bowl and sipped at their sodas.
Nancy was in the kitchen doing her homework at the table. She pretended
to be diligently working, but she was actually listening to the boys.
She was concerned about how they were treating Tommy, but she also
enjoyed listening to them talk about wearing diapers.
Tommy was used to doing his homework first thing and he felt
guilty about not getting it done right away, knowing it would be there
in his school bag still waiting to be completed once the other boys were
picked up by their mother later that evening. Still, Tommy was enjoying
himself and having fun. After they watched cartoons Tommy showed them
some of the games he had on the computer.
"Do you guys have the Internet?" Marvin asked Tommy.
"No," Tommy groaned. "Mom says she'll sign us up for it sometime,
but she hasn't yet."
"You oughtta come over and we'll show you all the neat stuff we've
found on there!"
"Like what? Science fiction?" Tommy asked.
"Oh yeah, definitely science fiction stuff, lots of it," Marvin
said. "Just about anything you can imagine!" Marvin said exuberantly.
"Is there anything on-- you know-- wearing diapers?"
"Well, actually, that's what we were really talking about," Marvin
stated. "That's what we really like the Internet for. Me and Max thought
we were the only ones who wore diapers until we got on the Internet and
did a search for 'diapers'. You'd be amazed how many people there are
who wear diapers, even adults! We use e-mail and talk to people all over
the world, mostly other kids like us who wear diapers. They have
pictures and stories about wearing diapers, everything! You'd love it!"
Tommy felt his penis become erect as some of his feelings about
wearing diapers were beginning to surface. He was jacking off in his
diapers every single night after he went to bed, and if he had a chance
to do it in the middle of the afternoon, he'd play with himself until he
shot his boy joy into his diaper, which was often wet and sometimes
poopy when he masturbated. Tommy no longer had any desire to be taken
into the bathroom to poop into the toilet. He had declared himself as
toilet-free and never expected to use one ever again unless he got sick
and had to puke. He also didn't want to give up letting his mother or
his sister diaper him. He just didn't feel comfortable enough with
anyone to tell about such feelings he had for diapers.
"I can't wait to see the Internet!" Tommy said. "When can I come
over?"
"I dunno," Marvin said.
"Maybe this weekend? We do get four days off this week because of
Thanksgiving, you know."
"Yeah, but we'll be gone the whole time," Marvin said, feeling
somewhat disappointed that he couldn't bring Tommy over to show him the
diaper web pages and chat rooms and all the stories he had.
"We're flying to our aunt and uncle's house down in Arizona,"
Marvin continued to explain. "It's always warm there and me and Max just
go around in our diapers the whole time! We even go outside in them!"
"Really?" Tommy lit up. "What do the neighbors think?"
"They stare at us and probably wonder why we're in diapers, but
they only see us once a year, anyway. The two neighbor girls down there
think we look cute wearing them, too."
"And your grandparents don't care?"
"Nah, they know we've been in diapers our whole lives!"
"Your whole lives?" Tommy questioned. "Both of you? What
happened?"
"Well," Marvin blushed. "It's kinda weird, really. I mean,
well..."
Tommy waited patiently for Marvin to offer his explanation for why
he and his brother had been wearing diapers all their lives.
"It's sort of a-- you know-- a secret," Marvin said.
"I won't tell anybody, promise!" Tommy said.
"I've never told anybody this," Marvin started. "I didn't think I
ever would tell anyone, but...well, maybe I'll tell you in private."
"You mean, away from...?" Tommy asked, silently gesturing as he
pointed to Nancy.
"Uh huh," he answered.
"Maybe, uh, we can go to my room and talk about it," Tommy
suggested nervously.
"Okay," Marvin agreed.
Tommy led the two boys down the hall and showed them his bedroom.
Tommy knew that his room smelled of pee, poop and disinfectant, but he
figured the other two boys probably had the same smells in their room as
well. He showed them his collection of science fiction books and videos
along with all his other toys and other belongings.
"Nice room," Marvin commented.
"You have lots of neat stuff, Tommy," Max added.
Tommy sat down on his bed while Marvin and Max sat down across
from him on the floor. Tommy could see the bulge of their diapers in
their pants puffing out from their butts as they each sat with their
legs spread apart.
"Let's show him our diapers!" Max suggested.
Without any hesitation the two boys both stood up in unison and
then they each pulled their pants down. Max continued to take his pants
off completely. Both of the boys were standing in front of Marvin, each
of them in a very thick disposable diaper. They appeared to be the same
kind of diapers that Tommy was wearing. The wide tapes, the high rise
and the extra thick padding looked just like what Tommy had on him.
"Let's see yours," Max said as he smiled to Tommy.
Tommy felt his throat go dry. He thought he was prepared to
overcome his inhibitions and let his friends see him in his diaper. He
had thought about it all afternoon long and his penis remained stiff
beneath his diaper as he thought about it and listened to Marvin and Max
tell him about wearing diapers. Marvin proceeded to remove his pants
completely, which helped ease Tommy's tension enough to encourage him to
take his pants down and let the two boys see him in his diaper.
"Nice diaper," Tommy said. "It's really thick like mine. Mine are
a kind that they use in institutions and places where kids have to be
kept in diapers all the time."
Tommy decided to remove his pants completely like the other two
boys had done, so he stepped out of them and tossed them aside. The
three boys were now in shirts, socks and diapers. Tommy had only been
recently changed and he had only wet his diaper once while Marvin and
Max had each wet theirs several times as they hadn't been changed since
the lunch period at school. The fronts of each of their diapers were
puffed out and full of pee.
Tommy had positioned himself at the head of his bed where he sat
with his knees on his chest and exposed the wide strip of padding in his
crotch. Marvin and Max sat Indian-style at the opposite end of the bed.
It seemed awkward to Tommy, but he realized that seeing his friends in
their diapers and letting them he him this way eased the tension and
built the trust they were seeking to establish among one another.
"So, what's the big secret?" Tommy prompted Marvin.
"Well," Marvin started again. "I might as well tell you since
you'd find out about it when you came over to my house anyway."
After taking a deep breath and heaving a heavy sigh, Marvin then
began to tell his story.
"Me and Max were never potty trained. It's because my Mommy and
Daddy didn't want to potty train us, so they kept us in diapers and
encouraged us to use them, instead of going to the toilet. We never
developed any control of our bodies and now we have to wear diapers all
the time."
Tommy was surprised to hear this. He was shocked, in fact, to
learn of the fact that the other boys were deliberately withheld from
potty training.
"Why were you never potty trained?" Tommy asked Marvin.
"Well, this is the weird part," Marvin said as he continued. "It
started when my Daddy was a boy. He was a bedwetter and he was kept in
diapers all the time by his parents, my grandparents, who are deceased
now. His brother, my Uncle Ronnie, was the same way. They were basically
never potty trained, either, because they were kept in diapers so much
and they hardly ever got to use the toilet. Then they had to wear them
because they couldn't hold their pee or poop like me and Max can't. My
Daddy still likes to wear diapers, but my Uncle Ronnie doesn't wear them
anymore.
"You mean your *dad* wears diapers?" Tommy interrupted. His mouth
was agape and he was so surprised to be hearing all of this. At the same
time he was very attentive to Marvin's explanation and he felt excited.
"He does," Marvin replied, "and that's why me and Max wear them,
too. My Daddy likes to wear them so much that he didn't want us to be
potty trained, and back then we never knew otherwise and we were told
that only girls and women use toilets in case we asked what the toilet
was for. We believed it because we only saw our Mom and our sister Heidi
go into the bathroom to use it."
"Does your sister wear them, too?" Tommy asked.
"No, she doesn't," Marvin answered firmly. "You see, Heidi is
actually a half-sister. When my Mommy and Daddy got married, my Mommy
already had Heidi, who was two years old and already potty trained by
then. When my Mommy and Daddy were dating he told her that he had worn
diapers all his life, and she thought it was strange at first, but it
also excited her when he got her 'into' it, by which I mean she would
put his diapers on him and treat him like a little boy. Heidi picked up
on this and she thought it looked like it would be fun to diaper
someone, so she started diapering me and Max and now she does it all the
time. She really enjoys diapering us and looking at us in them all the
time, and I do mean *all* the time."
Tommy sat still with a blank, yet highly interested expression on
his face as he was trying to absorb and to understand this explanation.
His penis had become hard again as he heard Marvin tell his story, at
least an abridged version of it.
"I told you it was weird," Marvin concluded, appearing somewhat
regretful of having told this secret to someone he had only been friends
with for a couple days. "You're the first person I've ever said this to,
and there are a lot of other things I could tell you as well. Just come
over a few times and you'll find out, I'm sure."
Tommy then took his turn at telling Marvin and Max about his past
experiences with wearing diapers. He had gone out to the front room to
retrieve a photo album. Nancy looked at him and noted that he had
removed his overalls and was going around in his diaper in front of his
friends. Tommy returned to this room and cracked open his photo album.
He showed Marvin and Max some pictures of him when he was little, some
of which when he was in just his thick cloth diapers.
"You were wearing cloth diapers then," Marvin pointed out, noting
the pins in the diapers and the plastic pants that went over the thick
layers of cloth.
"My Dad used to make me wear them," Tommy said. "My Mom switched
me to disposable diapers when my Dad left, and then I got over my
bedwetting."
"That's what we wear at home," Marvin said.
"What, cloth diapers?" Tommy asked.
"Oh yeah, we just wear disposables to school and whenever Mom
takes us somewhere," Max added. "In fact, Heidi even makes some of our
diapers and she sews them. She makes them really, really thick! You
ought to see them!"
"Yeah, and you should wear them too!" Max added.
Tommy associated cloth diapers with the horrid memories of his
father's spankings and other abuses against him. He thought back to
those days when it seemed like his dad had hit him a thousand times for
wetting his bed, something Tommy knew he didn't even do on purpose and
had no control over. He resented being beaten so harshly and needlessly.
He remembered how his butt burned unbearably as he watched his Dad stack
up several cloth diapers, his vision obscured by a rain of tears. When
his Dad was ready to diaper him he would be picked up and dropped down
on the stack of diapers before getting the diapers pinned up all around
him. His mother and sister would stand in the corner and watched
helplessly, fearing that any attempt to intervene would subject them to
the man's wrath.
Tommy paused for a moment as all of this ran through his mind.
What a contrast it was to him to ponder how differently he thought about
wearing diapers back then and how he thought of them now. Marvin looked
at Tommy and asked him what he was doing.
"Just thinking," Tommy said. He then showed the boys the rest of
the pictures. At about that time Tommy's mother returned home from work.
Tommy heard her come in the door.
"Wanna go meet my Mom?" Tommy asked them.
"Sure," Marvin replied. He and Max both got up and followed Tommy
out of his bedroom. The boys were still clad in their diapers when Tommy
turned around and asked them if they were going to just strut out in
front of his mother in their diapers.
"We're used to it," Marvin said. "It's all we ever wear at home.
It looks like you do the same thing."
"Yeah," Tommy replied. "I guess I'm used to it now, too."
Tommy led the boys out to the kitchen where his mother was putting
some groceries away.
"Hi Mom," Tommy greeted her. She turned around and saw Tommy and
his friends. She expected Tommy to be in his diaper, though she was
surprised to see that Marvin and Max had also made their initial
appearance before her wearing just their diapers, too.
"Mom, this is Marvin," Tommy introduced his friend. "And this is
his brother Max."
"Pleased to meet you, boys," she said. She looked at both Marvin's
and Max's diapers and saw that both of them were very wet.
"It looks like both of you need a change!" she commented with a
smile. "Do you guys have any extra diapers with you?"
"Yeah, but we'll get changed after our Mom picks us up," Marvin
answered.
"You're both awfully wet," Tommy's mother commented to the boys as
their diapers were beginning to sag at the crotch. "You sure you can
handle it until then?"
"Our Mom oughtta be by here shortly," Marvin said.
"Okay, they're your diapers," Tommy's Mom said.
"We've worn diapers long enough to know when it's time to be
changed," Max said, proud of his expertise with diapers.
The three boys sat around the computer while they were waiting for
Marvin's and Max's mother to show up. Max watched while Tommy and Marvin
were in the middle of a game. Suddenly, Max emitted a loud, smelly fart
as he pooped in his diaper. When Tommy finished his turn, Max got his
attention and asked him to get his mother so she could change his
diaper. Tommy got up from his chair and walked up to his mother who was
getting dinner ready.
"Max pooped his diaper and he needs you to change it,"
Tommy said.
"Let me finish this up and I will," his mother offered.
"Do you think the boys would like to stay for dinner?" she asked
Tommy.
"I dunno," Tommy answered. "I still have homework to do, and
they'd have to ask their Mom when she gets here."
"We can always do it another night," Tommy's mother said. "You
have four days off coming, you know."
"They'll be in Arizona the whole time," Tommy answered. "They're
going to their aunt's and uncle's house for Thanksgiving there."
Tommy went back out to the living room to tell Max that he would
be changed soon. The doorbell then rang. Tommy's mother walked to the
door and opened it. Standing there waiting was Marvin's and Max's mother
Rita, and their sister Heidi.
"Hi, I'm Rita Oppenheimer," the lady introduced herself. "I'm
Marvin's and Max's mother."
"Sure, come on in," Tommy's mother invited them. "I'm Ellen, Ellen
Olsen," Tommy's mother introduced herself, shaking hands with the other
lady.
"This is Heidi, she's my daughter," Rita introduced the tall,
heavyset red-haired girl with braces and glasses. Nancy heard the extra
voices from her room and she came out to meet the visitors and to
introduce herself.
"Goodness, you boys are wet!" Marvin's and Max's mother said as
she knelt down and ran her finger along the legs of each their diapers.
"Looks like you're more than wet," Heidi said as she patted Max on
his rear. "We'll get you cleaned up and changed when we get home."
The two mothers briefly talked about the common bond they had in
having boys who wore diapers while Marvin and Max had gone back to
Tommy's room to put their pants back on. The boys then left Tommy's
house and they told him that they enjoyed their visit today.
"See you tomorrow," Tommy said as the boys went out the door.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 8
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The day before Thanksgiving Day had arrived. School was only in
session for half a day, so Tommy only got to talk to his friends during
the one recess period scheduled for the day. They talked about the day
before and what they expected to do over their four-day reprieve. Marvin
and Max expected to spend their entire time in Arizona running around in
just their diapers and enjoying the near-summer weather at the end of
November. Tommy didn't know what he would be doing. Just as he was
getting comfortable with being in diapers at home, he would have to go
through the anxiety and nervousness of wearing them in the presence of
his grandparents and other family members who were expected to meet for
Thanksgiving dinner. With the big snowstorm that had passed through that
evening, maybe he and Nancy would go sledding in the city park which sat
next to a large hill, a popular gathering place for the town's kids in
the wintertime.
Thanksgiving Day, Tommy was awakened early that morning as the
drive to his grandparents' house would be long and especially slow
because of the icy and snowy road conditions. Tommy's mother made sure
that he had a supply of diapers with him as there would probably be no
stores open anywhere in case Tommy ran out. Or in case the weather
caused them any car trouble and left them stranded. She changed Tommy
into a fresh diaper that morning and handed him his overalls before they
left.
For nearly two hours Tommy and his family endured the treacherous
drive that led far out into the country where his grandparents lived. It
seemed that they lived in the middle of nowhere, especially as they were
surrounded by empty, barren, snow-covered fields for much of the rural
drive. The sight of his grandparents' house was always a welcome sight
at Thanksgiving with a warm, yellowish glow from the front window and
smoke puffing out of the chimney. Tommy, however, felt different this
time around, hoping nobody would find out he had diapers on.
As Tommy entered his grandparents' place, he was greeted by the
delicious aroma of turkey and all the trimmings that were being prepared
for the big feast. He enjoyed hearing the crackle of the fireplace and
the smell of its burning wood. His grandfather first went up to Nancy
and gave her a big bear hug and then he gave her a noogie. When it was
Tommy's turn for his grandfather's overly-affectionate greeting, he was
also given the customary bear hug, though instead of a noogie, his
grandfather traditionally gave Tommy a wedgie, a mild yank, though,
compared to the usual school playground or locker room variety of
tugging one's undies up into his butt. Tommy's grandfather saw that he
was in overalls and he could not do this to his grandson. Still, he gave
Tommy a big hug and a noogie in lieu of the wedgie. As he patted Tommy's
lower back he felt the top of the diaper underneath his overalls.
"What kind of underpants you got on, kid?" Tommy's grandfather
asked him.
Embarrassed, Tommy just said, "they're white."
"Your daddy's not back in the family, is he?", his grandfather
asked him, sounding concerned.
"No," Tommy answered, not really picking up on what his
grandfather meant by the remark.
Tommy's grandfather then went up to Tommy's mother and asked her
about Tommy. He looked at Tommy's behind and confirmed that there was a
diaper underneath his overalls.
"That boy is back in diapers," his grandfather said to Tommy's
mother, his daughter.
"Yes, father," Tommy's mother said, "he is in diapers again, but
it isn't the same as it was last time. Tommy got hurt on his bike a few
weeks ago and he injured his bladder because of it, so now he has to
wear diapers again."
"I'm sorry to hear that," the grandfather said. "I know what
horror that child suffered when his daddy used to beat his behind and
then put those thick diapers on him! How's he taking it?"
"It's been difficult for Tommy," his mother said. "He was really
ashamed and embarrassed about it, and it made him think of when he wore
diapers before; it bothered him. Nancy doesn't make a big deal out of
it, and Tommy's learning to cope with it, and he's even met some friends
who wear diapers, too, so that's really helped him to feel better about
himself."
The rest of the invited guests arrived soon afterwards, Tommy's
Uncle Mike, Aunt Judy and his cousin Adam, now at age seven. As always,
Tommy, Nancy and Adam ran downstairs to the basement to play around
while they waited for dinner to be served. They played hide and go seek
and went through their grandfather's rock collection that he stored in
the basement. They sat in the darkest corner of the basement and told
scary stories to each other. After awhile they got called to dinner.
After Tommy and Adam were finished eating they decided to go
outside and play in the snow until it was time to eat dessert. Just past
the house and a storage building on the property was a big hill that
sloped down a ways until it came to a canal. Across from the canal was a
large, empty field where his grandfather grew corn in the summer. There
was always an abundance of untouched snow every year they came to their
grandparents' house and the boys looked forward to playing in it. Their
grandfather provided them with some inflated inner tubes from his
tractor for them to use for sliding down the hill.
"Don't go too far, boys," Tommy's Uncle Mike told them as they
went outside. "And stay away from the canal and don't walk on the ice!"
Tommy and Adam trudged through the foot-deep snow and walked past
the storage building to where the hill was steeper. They got on their
tubes and took their first trip down the hill, just coming to a stop
before the canal bank.
They climbed back up and then went back down again and again. After
awhile, Adam said that he had to pee.
"I can write my name in the snow," Adam said as he unzipped his
pants and exposed his cute cartoon-printed underpants. He then pulled
the solid red waistband of his underwear down to expose his little
penis.
"Watch!" Adam smiled as he guided his urine stream to spell out
his name in yellow. He laughed as he watched the steam rising off of the
snow. By the time he was done he had spelled out the first three letters
of his name and started the M before he stopped peeing.
"Rats!" Adam complained as he kicked the snow. "Ran out of pee! I
shoulda made it smaller!"
"Why don't you try it?" Adam suggested to Tommy. "Finish my name
for me!"
"Well, uh, I don't have to pee now," Tommy replied, which was the
truth as he had wet his diaper a number of times since his mother
diapered him that morning. Adam decided to go back to more sliding down
the hill. After a couple more runs down the hill the boys became too
tired.
"Let's go back," Tommy suggested. His diaper needed to be changed
and the snow was making things very cold inside of his pants.
"I wanna cross the canal and play in the field!" Adam said. Tommy
walked over to the canal bank. There was a lot of standing water that
remained in the canal after its flow had been shut off for the season.
Its surface was frozen over, but Tommy wasn't sure it was safe to walk
on.
"Well, I dunno, that ice may not be strong enough," Tommy said.
"Besides, your Dad told us to stay away from the canal."
"Look, it's solid ice!" Adam said as he denied his father's
admonishment.
"Oh, I suppose," Tommy agreed after he tried to visually assess
the strength of the ice. "It's not that far across, and it probably
isn't very deep in case the ice breaks on us."
Adam stepped off of the canal bank and down to the ice. He tip-
toed his way across to the other side.
"Come on!" Adam said. "It won't break!" He stepped back out on the
ice and jumped up and down several times. Tommy was convinced it would
hold, so he strutted across the icy surface and met up with Adam. They
walked out into the field and had a friendly snowball fight. They talked
about the things they had been doing since they last saw each other at
the Labor Day family reunion. Tommy mentioned his accident on his bike,
but he didn't say that he was wearing diapers because of it.
They had been out for almost 45 minutes and they knew that
somebody would come out and check on them sooner or later. Tommy
couldn't wait to get his wet, clammy diaper changed so he told Adam that
they should head back. They had walked a ways farther from the house and
decided to cross the canal at that particular place and head back up the
hill where it was lower. They had become too complacent about the
stability of the ice in the canal. The boys started walking back across.
About halfway, the ice suddenly gave and the two boys sank into about
two feet of chilling water and mud beneath the ice. They had both fallen
forward and each of them had gotten wet to their waists.
Adam started crying and complaining about being so cold and wet.
Tommy helped him out of the hole into which they had fallen and they got
themselves back to the edge of the canal. Both of them had gotten their
shoes and pants dirty with the muddy water. They tried to walk back to
the house as quickly as they could. The water that had soaked into their
pants was starting to freeze. Tommy's diaper had absorbed the water from
the canal and it made it even heavier and more cumbersome for Tommy to
wear.
"What are we gonna tell everybody?" Tommy asked Adam as they
approached the house.
"I dunno!" Adam said as he started crying again.
Just before they got to the back yard of the house they saw Nancy,
who had been building some snowmen to pass her time before dessert was
served. She looked at the two boys who were both wearing wet pants.
"What happened, guys?" she asked.
"We were walking on the ice and we fell in," Tommy grumbled.
"Didn't Uncle Mike tell you guys to stay off the ice?"
"Yes, but it looked safe anyway, so we tried it," Tommy admitted.
The two boys went back into the house using the back door that led
into the kitchen. Both of the boys' mothers and their grandmother were
there washing up some dishes and getting dessert ready.
"You walked out onto the ice, didn't you?" Tommy's Aunt Judy
confronted the boys.
"Yes, Mommy," Adam replied with his head hung low.
"We'll have to get those pants of yours washed," Tommy's mother
said.
"Yours too, Adam," his mother replied.
"But what are we gonna wear?" Adam asked his mother.
"You two will have to romp around in your underwear for awhile,
I'm afraid," Aunt Judy told them.
Tommy knew that this meant that he would have to go around in his
diaper and his diaper was his "underwear."
"But my underwear is wet, too!" Adam complained.
"Too bad I still don't bring extra underwear changes with me now
that you've seemed to have finally stopped having pooping accidents!"
Judy said to Adam.
"Mommy!" Adam whined. "Don't tell everybody about that!"
"Then I guess you'll just have to wear a towel around you while
your clothes are being washed."
"No!" Adam disagreed.
"Then you can go around naked," his mother said.
"No!" Adam said as he stomped his muddy foot.
"What else are you going to wear?" Aunt Judy asked him.
"I think I can do something for him," Tommy's mother suggested.
"What, you still tote around extra underwear for Tommy?" her
sister Judy said. "Ahh, the joy of raising a boy!" Judy added
sarcastically. "What do you have?"
"Well, I don't think Adam will agree with it, but it'll have to do
for now."
"Boys, take your shoes and socks off, set your shoes by the
fireplace, and go down to the basement and take your socks and pants
off!" Aunt Judy told them. "Throw them in the washing machine and wait
for us."
Tommy and Adam did as they were told and they left their shoes by
the fireplace, They walked down the stairs into the basement and went
over to the washing machine. Adam removed his pants first. He pulled
them down and revealed his cartoon-decorated underpants. They were wet
as they stuck to his skinny body.
Tommy stood hesitantly as he thought about what his cousin would
see once he took his overalls off.
"You need to take your pants off," Adam said to Tommy.
"I know, it's just..."
"I've seen you in your underwear before, Tommy!" Adam said,
smiling as he undid his pants.
"I know, but, well, I sort of wear a different kind of underwear
now," Tommy uttered slowly. You gotta promise not to laugh, okay?"
"Okay," Adam said, though he was still smiling, now with his pants
completely off.
"You'd better not laugh at me!" Tommy snapped.
"I won't!" Adam said as he felt intimidated by Tommy's strict
admonishment. His smile disappeared.
Tommy pulled the straps of his overalls off of his shoulders and
then he proceeded to pull his overalls the rest of the way down. He
slowly revealed the waterlogged diaper he was wearing. Adam looked at
him and he was quite surprised to see his older cousin wearing a diaper.
"You're in a diaper!" he exclaimed, trying to suppress a laugh.
"Ah, ah, ah! No laughing! You promised!" Tommy reminded Adam.
"Boy, you sure peed a lot in it!" Adam spoke loudly.
"Most of it's from the water when we fell in," Tommy explained.
"Why are you wearing a diaper?" Adam asked Tommy, trying to keep a
straight face.
"I'll tell you why later," Tommy answered. "Now you know why I
couldn't pee out on the snow."
Meanwhile, Tommy's mother was explaining to her sister Judy about
Tommy wearing diapers and how it all happened.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you about it yet," Tommy's
mother said to Judy. "But it looks like I had to. I have three extra
diapers for Tommy with me, and I thought that perhaps Adam should wear
one while his clothes are being washed. Do you think he'll mind?"
"Probably," Judy said. "But Adam didn't like any of the other
options he was given, either."
"Let's go see how the boys are doing," Judy said as she headed
down the stairs. Tommy's mother was right behind her. They both entered
the basement and looked at the two boys, both of whom had stripped their
pants off and were standing by the washing machine and waiting.
"Okay, you ready, boys?" Judy said to the two boys. "Adam, take
your underwear off and throw it in the wash!"
"But I'll have nothing to wear!" he complained.
"We worked that out already," his mother said. "Take those
underpants off!"
"Okay, but what will I be wearing?" Adam asked. While he was
bending down and pulling his underwear off he looked up at Tommy's
mother and saw that she was holding some wipes and a container of baby
powder in one hand, and two diapers in her other hand, One of the
diapers was for Tommy. The other diaper was for Adam.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 9
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Adam had it figured out, that he would have to wear a diaper since
this was the only thing that was available for him to wear while his
pants and underwear were being washed and dried.
"Not a diaper!" Adam said. "Do I have to wear a diaper?" he
questioned.
"Either that, or you can go naked or wrap a towel around you," his
mother said. "Those were your other options."
"Aunt Ellen?" Adam addressed Tommy's mother. "Are you gonna put
one of those diapers on me?"
"Just for a little while, dear," she said in a comforting voice.
"Just think of it as underwear."
Adam resigned himself to the fact that he would have to go around
in a diaper along with his cousin Tommy. Adam was actually excited about
being told to wear a diaper and he only feigned his objections, though
rather transparently. Judy started the washing machine and went back up
the stairs while she left Ellen to diaper the boys. Since Adam was
standing there naked she decided to diaper him first.
She spread out one of the diapers and laid it out and then she
told Adam to sit on it. He obediently set his naked rear end down on the
diaper, and he expected her to diaper him right away, but before she
did, she wiped his skin dry and then she applied some powder to his
skin. She ran the substance all the way from his butt up through his
crotch and to his small genitals. She suppressed a smile as she watched
Adam's little penis grow and stiffen, purposely giving this area extra
attention. It felt very good to Adam and the scent of the powder was
pleasing, too, but Adam didn't know what it was for.
"What's that stuff you're using?" he asked his Aunt Ellen about
the baby powder.
"It's just some baby powder-- not that you're a baby of course,
they just call it that-- just so you won't get a rash," she replied.
"Rash?" he questioned. "I'm just *wearing* the diaper, aren't I?"
"Well, just in case you *do* have to go to the bathroom while you
have the diaper on, then you'll be powdered and ready for it."
"Can't I just take it off if I need to pee or something?" Adam
asked.
"It doesn't come off that easily, dear," his Aunt Ellen replied.
"Besides, it *is* a diaper, and as long as you're wearing it, you might
as well use it. Once those tapes are ripped, so is the diaper. No sense
wasting a good diaper, huh?"
"Yeah, I suppose," Adam agreed. He couldn't believe that his Aunt
Ellen was telling him to use his diaper after being scolded so many
times by his mother for pooping in his underwear. His aunt then pulled
the sides of the diaper up over his waist and then she fastened the
tapes. As Adam's body was smaller, she had to pull the tapes as far up
as she could possibly get them to go.
"There, you're done!" she said. She smiled as she watched her
diapered nephew get up and stick his cute, thickly white-padded rear end
towards her face. The diaper went over halfway up his back as it was a
larger size of diaper designed to fit a boy of Tommy's size instead.
Adam examined the front of the diaper, noting that it came up so
high on his stomach. His penis was tucked away several inches down from
the top of the diaper. It was taped on tightly so that it could not be
easily pulled down like a pair of briefs in case he needed to pee, to
say nothing of removing it for pooping. He realized that he was stuck in
it until he used it, and literally "stuck" in it. He picked at one of
the tapes to see how strong they were.
"They must use Krazy Glue on these diapers!" Adam thought.
Next it was Tommy's turn to be changed. At long last the heavy,
cold, soaked diaper would come off of him. He lay down on the floor as
his mother removed the diaper.
"Boy, those diapers *do* hold a lot!" she commented as she noted
the extra water the diaper absorbed. It was puffed out and expanded
further than she had ever seen Tommy do to a diaper with his own
wettings. She'd never picked up such a heavy diaper before.
She wiped Tommy's bottom dry as it was wet from his own pee and
the dirty water into which he had fallen. She began to rub the baby
powder around Tommy's crotch and butt, spreading the substance
generously. She worked it around his penis and balls, knowing that he
was enjoying it as indicated by his erection which was attaining an
increasing larger size as puberty was taking its course in Tommy's body.
She noted the sprouts of hair that were becoming more concentrated
around the base of his penis.
Adam stood and watched as he noted that Tommy was able to produce
such a large erection. He noted his own erection inside of his diaper
and wondered why his was so much smaller, even for being seven years old
versus twelve.
As Adam concentrated on the way the diaper felt around him he
sensed some arousal, mostly in the way his penis maintained its
stiffness for longer than he could ever recall. He felt the soft, warm
padding wrapped around him. He noted the way the extra wide crotch had
become bunched up between his legs, making the diaper even thicker in
this area. He leaned up against the wall behind him and felt the thick
layers press into his buttocks. It felt so good to him.
He continued to watch as Tommy's mother drew the diaper up over
Tommy's stomach. To Adam, the diaper even looked big on Tommy. Tommy's
butt stood out so prominently and his stomach was covered with the thick
white pad wrapped all around him. Adam thought that he must have looked
about the same way in his diaper. He looked down at the diaper as it
bulged out from his front.
"Come on up and get dessert!" Tommy's mother said as she was
carrying away Tommy's old diaper and the bottle of baby powder.
"Can we stay down here?" Adam asked.
"It's going to be awhile before your pants are washed and dried,"
his Aunt Ellen said. "Come and get it before it's all gone!"
Tommy reluctantly took the lead up the stairs as Adam followed
behind, getting a close-up view of Tommy's well-padded butt. He noted
how Tommy's diaper crinkled with each step as did his. He looked at the
creases and folds concentrated in the seat and crotch of Tommy's diaper
and how they shifted around as he walked.
Tommy stood still at the top of the stairs, looking out into the
living room. His Uncle Mike and Grandpa were pre-occupied by the
football game on TV. He peered beyond the living room and into the
kitchen. Aunt Judy was seated at the kitchen table with Nancy, his Mom
was washing her hands in the bathroom and his Grandma was in the kitchen
preparing three more servings of apple and pumpkin pie and vanilla ice
cream. The boys couldn't stand there forever and they would have to come
walking through the house in their diapers sooner or later.
Just as they walked past the TV, Adam's father said, "say, Adam,
you look mighty cute in them didees!"
"Aww, Daddy!" Adam whined, ashamed of having to wear a diaper
around, even if just for a couple hours. He hunched himself forward and
tried to conceal his diaper from view, but to no avail.
"I told you not to go out on the ice, didn't I?" his father's
vocal tone changed as he mildly scolded Adam.
"Yes, Daddy," Adam replied.
"Now look what you got yourself into," his father replied.
"Well, I didn't know that--"
"Next time maybe you'll listen to your father," he said. "Your
Grandma's waiting to give you boys some dessert."
The two boys walked into the kitchen and they each made a quick
dash to the table to get seated and get their diapers out of view of
their grandmother, the only one who had yet to see the boys in their
diapers. She turned around and stopped them cold in their tracks.
"Hold it, boys!" she said, staring at the two bare-legged boys as
they rigidly stood motionless in their diapers. She was aware of the
fact that Tommy was in diapers again and she also knew why Adam had one
on, so she didn't say anything to them about their state of dress.
"You both need to wash your hands first before you can eat," she
told them as she pointed to the bathroom.
The boys did an about-face and trotted to the bathroom, where
Tommy's mother finished washing up after the diaper changes. The boys
each took turns at the sink and then they joined Nancy at the kitchen
table. Their grandmother gave them a choice of pumpkin or apple pie and
ice cream along with a cup of hot chocolate.
"I'll take both," Tommy said.
"Me, too," Adam seconded.
After their grandmother serve them their dessert, Nancy asked them
about their adventures in the ice.
"Well, I was hoping you two could build snowmen with me
afterwards, but it looks like that's out," she commented, seeing that
the boys were not adequately dressed for being out in the snow. Nancy
looked at Adam, who was sitting in the chair next to her. He had become
very self-conscious of being in a diaper in the presence of his female
cousin. She put her arm around him to comfort him and assure him that
wearing a diaper wasn't such a bad thing.
"At least you're only wearing it for a little while," she said.
After the three kids finished up their dessert they went into the
living room to join the rest of the family for a presentation of their
grandfather's slides and, more recently, his home videos. Before they
began, Tommy's mother went down to the basement to check on the wash.
Seeing that it was done, she transferred the boys' pants and other
clothing into the dryer.
Tommy was seated on the couch between his mother and his sister
while Adam sat on the opposite side of Nancy. About fifteen minutes into
the slide presentation Tommy had to use his diaper, both for pee and
poop. He started wetting into it and then he dumped out a large, smelly
load whose smell filled the room as much as it filled his diapers. He
felt the soft, warm ooze coating his backside as he released his bowel
movement. He turned to his mother and whispered into her ear.
"I need to be changed, Mom," he said.
"Okay," she whispered back. When the current slide tray finished,
Tommy's mother excused herself and her son as she escorted Tommy down to
the basement after she picked up the wipes and the last remaining diaper
she had brought along.
"This is it," Tommy's mother reminded him that this was the last
diaper she had for him. "I didn't think I'd need to change you so soon
after you fell through the ice, and I didn't think I'd have to use one
on your cousin today, either. It'll be awhile before we get home tonight
and I can get you into a clean diaper again."
While the others waited upstairs, Tommy's mother lovingly cleaned
up her son's big mess and put him into the diaper. She patted him on the
bottom as he got up and trotted back up the stairs and took his seat
next to Nancy. During that time Adam peed into the diaper he was
wearing. Knowing that Tommy had just pooped his diaper, he thought it
might be kind of fun to try pooping his diaper, too. After the slide
show resumed, Adam became restless and bored and he fidgeted around,
moving from sitting on the floor to the couch , to the fireplace, and
back over to his mother, all of which was beginning to driver her crazy.
Adam was exaggerating his restlessness so he would be sent down to the
basement to play, which was what he counted on. It was a routine his
mother went through every Thanksgiving during the slide show.
"You want to go down to the basement and play?" she asked him,
though it was more of a command.
"Uh huh," Adam replied immediately. He got up and ran down the
stairs without any guilt or hesitation. He ran over to the same dark
corner where he and the others were exchanging scary stories earlier. He
squatted down and tried to push a stool out into his diaper. He didn't
think he could produce much as he strained to get the first turd
started. He felt a surge of excitement rush through his body as he
realized now naughty of a boy he was being by doing something he had
thought about a lot but never did before, to just deliberately drop a
big, messy load into his pants, only now it was a diaper. The sensation
made his little penis get hard. After he squeezed out all he could he
ran his hand over his butt and felt the poopy mess weighing down and
sagging in his diaper. Adam didn't consider the fact that his Aunt Ellen
only brought a limited supply of diapers that she didn't anticipate
using on him at all.
After awhile, Tommy was getting bored and he wanted to see what
his cousin Adam was doing, so Tommy's mother excused him to check on
Adam. Tommy went down the stairs and found Adam sitting in the dark
corner.
"Adam?" he called.
"Right here," he replied.
"Man, it stinks over here!" Tommy said.
"I pooped in my diaper," Adam replied, feeling somewhat guilty
about what he had done, but still enjoying it. "That's why I came down
here," he said.
"Do you like wearing diapers?" Tommy asked him.
Adam's face blushed as he didn't know how to answer his cousin.
"Uh, yeah, they feel good," he said.
"I didn't think I'd ever say this," Tommy uttered, "but I like
diapers, too. I thought I would hate it when the doctor told me, and it
made me think of what my Dad made me do, but now, I'm...I'm glad I wear
diapers."
"Me, too," Adam said. "At least while I get to wear it. I hope
Aunt Ellen puts another one on me!"
"Uh, I don't know how to break this to you, Adam," Tommy said,
"but my Mom only brought three diapers and they're all gone now."
"Uh oh," Adam replied. "Now I won't get to wear another diaper now
that I pooped in it."
"I don't know if Aunt Judy or my Mom expected you to poop in your
diaper," Tommy said. "They probably thought you would just pee in it if
anything."
"I peed in it, too," Adam said.
"What are you going to wear now?" Tommy asked Adam.
"Another diaper, I wish," he said.
"Our pants oughtta be dry soon."
A few minutes later the boys heard someone else coming down the
stairs. It was Tommy's mother, who was checking to see if the boys'
pants had finished drying. She looked at the boys sitting on floor
nearby. She detected the foul odor and asked Tommy if he pooped his
diaper again.
"No," he said. This only left Adam to be the one responsible for
the reeking odor.
"It was me," Adam admitted, now feeling guilty about deliberately
pooping in his diaper.
"You'd better hope your pants are dry," she said. "I don't have
any more diapers for you."
"I know," he said. He watched his Aunt Ellen walk over to the
dryer, which was still running and showing about 20 minutes to go in its
cycle.
"They're a tad damp still," she said, "but I think you can wear
them now if you don't mind a little wetness."
Adam didn't want his own mother to catch him after pooping in a
diaper. He knew she would suspect that he did it on purpose as she knew
that this was something Adam had often done before. He lay down on the
floor where his Aunt Ellen removed the soiled diaper. She went back up
the stairs to retrieve some wipes and then she came back. She gave him
the same gentle attention that she had given Tommy during his last
diaper change. Adam enjoyed the feel of her hand and the wipes working
around his bottom and his crotch, cleansing away the poopy mess that
coated his rear end. How he wished that another diaper would be going on
him. He sighed as his mother handed him his almost-dry underpants and
his jeans before she returned to the upstairs.
Adam reluctantly put his the briefs on and he wished they were a
diaper instead. He missed the lack of thickness and bulk as he felt the
single layer of cloth cover his bottom and his genitals, though he
enjoyed their fresh-from-the-dryer warmth. He left his pants lying on
the floor as he compared his briefs to the diaper that Tommy was still
wearing. How he wished his underwear were thicker like Tommy's diaper.
Suddenly, he developed an idea and he couldn't wait to get home to try
it out. He told Tommy about it.
"I'm gonna put all my underwear on when I get home!" he said.
"Then it'll be like wearing a diaper!"
"My Dad used to do that to me whenever I ran out of clean
diapers," Tommy related his experiences. "He's just make me put them all
on until no more would fit," he added.
"How many pairs did he make you wear?" Adam asked out of
curiosity.
"I dunno," Tommy answered, "but it was a lot! He always spanked me
first and then he would just keep handing me pairs of underwear and
stand there and watch me put them on while I cried until he told me to
stop. Then he'd make me wear plastic pants over them and then he'd make
me pee and poop in them before letting me take them off. I don't know
why I'm telling you this."
Tommy continued to tell his cousin Adam some of the things about
his past that he never thought of telling anyone, expect perhaps for
Marvin and Max. He could tell that Adam was enjoying listening to these
stories as a tent had formed in the fly of his briefs from his erection.
Tommy had a hard-on of his own inside of his diaper as he thought back
to his past. In one way, these memories were frightening and disturbing
to Tommy, but in another way, they intensely fueled Tommy's young erotic
urges. He wanted to masturbate so badly, but he couldn't do it with Adam
standing there with him. He couldn't think of a good enough reason to
ask Adam to leave the room. As both boys had been in diapers all day,
privacy was obviously of no concern to either of the boys.
Tommy waited for the dryer to finish its cycle. When it stopped he
reached in to retrieve his overalls, which were now dry and warm. He
pulled them up over his diaper and then he put the straps over his
shoulders. He then reached for his socks and tossed Adam's pair to him.
The boys put their socks. Adam then put his jeans on and the boys
returned to the upstairs, just in time for the last half hour of their
grandfather's home videos.
By the time everyone left the grandparents' house it began snowing
again. It was evening and darkness had set in, which would make for an
longer, slower drive home for both of the visiting families than it was
for coming over. Tommy had to endure a wet diaper for the entire drive
home. For the last twenty miles he also had to endure the feel of
squishy feces packed into the tight space between his butt and his
diaper. The smell of his dirty diaper didn't blend well with the aromas
of the leftover turkey and other food they took with them. When Tommy
got home he was cleaned up and diapered. After his diaper change he
remained in his bedroom and turned out the light. He plopped himself
down on his bed and lay on his back as he worked to satisfy his jacking-
off urges that had been building up in him throughout the day.
BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 10
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Tommy enjoyed the remaining three days of his time off from
school. The weather remained cold and snowy, which Tommy didn't mind as
he was used to staying indoors much of the time. He just went around in
his diapers and a shirt, even when Dee Anne was there and she stayed
overnight with Nancy. On Sunday they went to the city park and brought
some sleds to go sliding down the big hill behind the park.
When Tommy returned to school Monday he joined Marvin and Max at
recess and they talked about what they each did during their time off.
"Arizona was great!" Marvin lauded. "It was in the eighties and
sunny and me and Max just went around in our diapers the whole time. Our
legs are even sunburned. The rest of the family wanted to go shopping on
Friday, but me and Max decided to stay, so the neighbor girl came over
and baby-sat us, literally. She changed our diapers and she fed us
lunch, I mean like we were babies, she spoon-fed us, and she made us
crawl around for them the whole time. She made it a lot of fun for us!
We might be going down there again for Spring break, so she's looking
forward to seeing us then. Now we're writing e-mail back and forth to
her on the Internet!"
"When can I come over and see the Internet?" Tommy asked Marvin.
"I was hoping maybe this weekend," he said. "My Mommy and Daddy
said they would like for you to have a sleepover with me and Max."
"Really?" Tommy's eyes lighted up. "I'll need to ask my Mom, but
I'm sure she'll say it's okay."
Friday afternoon arrived at last! Tommy was so excited now as he
looked forward to spending the night at Marvin's house. It had already
been discussed that Tommy would allow Marvin's mother to change his
diapers for him. Tommy first went home for the afternoon before he was
picked up by Tommy's mother later that evening. Tommy hugged and kissed
his mother goodbye and then he followed Marvin out to their van where
his mother and his brother Max were waiting.
Marvin lived almost a mile from Tommy on the opposite side of the
neighborhood. It was a more affluent neighborhood with mostly larger,
expansive and expensive homes. Marvin's house was smaller than most of
the others, but it was just as classy, nonetheless. As Tommy walked in
behind Tommy he was first greeted by Heidi. She was sitting on the couch
and busy folding diapers and stacking them. They were big, tall stacks.
Alongside of these were piles of plastic pants. Tommy was then greeted
by Marvin's father.
"Pleased to meet you, Tommy," Marvin's father said as he extended
his arm and shook hands with Tommy. "I'm Roger."
As Tommy's father turned around he noted that he was wearing sweat
pants, and underneath them was the telltale sign of a diaper. His pants
had slid down a bit and the plastic pants over his diaper were showing.
Tommy couldn't believe that a grown adult like him would wear a diaper.
The man stood so tall with a stocky build. He was an architect and he
had to present himself professionally in his line of work. What a
contrast it seemed that he would wear diapers.
"Let's show you my room," Marvin said as he led Tommy up the
stairs. As he climbed the stairs he could smell odors of dirty diapers
and scents of baby powder and disinfectant. Tommy followed Marvin into
his bedroom. The odors were the strongest here as Tommy expected,
knowing his own room at home was beginning to smell more and more. What
Tommy wasn't expecting to see was the way the room itself was set up! It
was more like a nursery! The wallpaper consisted of diapered teddy bears
with a big diaper pin stuck in the front. Each bear was holding a rattle
in one hand, a milk bottle in the other, and had a pacifier stuck in its
mouth. To top it off, diaper advertisements from magazines were tacked
onto the walls throughout the room. Appropriately for Marvin and Max,
only ads that featured boys' diapers were used. The most prominent item
was a large banner with the Pampers logo on it. It was spread across the
wall on the opposite side of the room above the window.
"My Daddy picked that up from a store that he was doing a remodel
job on," Marvin explained how he and Max got a hold of the banner.
Tommy was awestruck by what he was seeing. He continued to look
around the room.
Instead of two beds, there were two cribs, each of them big enough
for Marvin and Max to sleep in. Across the room was a large table for
diaper changes. Next to the changing table was a big cabinet with two
doors. One door was labeled "Marvin", the other, "Max." They were
labeled using lettering that resembled a child's printing in crayon,
using different colors for each letter. There was a large toy box,
brimming with all sorts of toys for little boys. Tommy wished he had
some of these to play with when he was growing up and he missed out on a
lot of them because his tightwad father rarely bought him anything good
and his mother was afraid to spend much on their toys for the sake of
maintaining family peace. Instead his father felt the money was better
spent on Tommy's diapers.
Marvin showed Tommy his books. He, too had some books on science
fiction and other topics of general interest to boys his age. In
addition, however, Marvin also had a lot of books for small children.
"What are the children's' books for?" Tommy asked Marvin as he
pointed them out on the shelf.
"Oh, Heidi reads those to us sometimes when we go to bed. I always
liked these stories and I never gave them up."
"Hmmm, I see," Tommy acknowledged. He thought back to some of his
favorite childhood stories and wished that he still had his. He had to
try reading them himself most of the time, but sometimes his mother
would read to him.
Next to the books was a series of binders each stuffed full of
papers. These contained several stories about boys who wore diapers,
most of them from the Internet and from people who exchanged e-mail with
Marvin and Max.
"What are these binders?" Tommy asked Marvin as he pointed to
them.
"Here, I'll show you!" Marvin exclaimed eagerly. "I've been
waiting so long to share these with somebody!"
Marvin grabbed the first binder and pulled it out. It was packed
full of more diaper advertisements that he and Max had collected from
magazines, all of them of boys, of course.
"My Daddy collected them when he was growing up, too," Marvin
said. "He still has them and he's got a ton more of them! Maybe he'll
let us look at some of them later on."
Tommy thumbed through the binder and looked at all the ads for
Pampers, Huggies, Luvs, Drypers and several other various brands. There
were Pull-Ups and Goodnites ads included, too. Only ads that showed
toddler-age boys were included as infants in diapers did not appeal to
him as much. There were also pictures of toddler boys wearing diapers
taken from magazine articles on topics such as toilet training and one
on bedwetting. One article that caught Tommy's attention was titled
"When Your Child Won't Give Up Diapers." He started reading it until it
got to the part on how to deal with the issue, as if it were a problem
for a child to want to wear diapers. Another article on bedwetting was
titled "When Diapers Are Your Bedwetter's Only Choice." Tommy continued
looking at the pictures and remembered that several of them also
appeared on the walls in the room, so he kept looking up intermittently
to match them up.
"The ones on the walls are just duplicates," Marvin added.
Marvin then pulled out the next of several more binders on the
shelf. There was a thick stack of papers that had been printed from
their computer.
"These are all stories me and Max got off the Internet," Marvin
said. "All those other binders are stories, too!"
"Are they about diapers?"
"Of course they are!" Marvin said. "All of them are about boys who
wear and use diapers."
"There are *this* many stories about diapers?" Tommy asked as he
thumbed through the book and looked at the story titles and skimmed
through the text of some of them.
"Oh yeah, there are lots of stories about diapers. These are just
the stories that interest me and Max, though," Marvin said. "There are
others, too."
"You have quite a collection!" Tommy said as he noted how there
were so many binders filled with the stories.
"These stories are all about boys like me and Max who wear
diapers. Some of them are really long, too, kind of like a novel."
"So you're really into the diaper stories, I see," Tommy said. "I
see that you only have a few books on science fiction and other stuff."
"Well, I sort of just used that as a front," Marvin admitted. "I
didn't want to tell you then that this was what I really liked to read.
You don't have a problem with it, do you?"
"Not at all," Tommy said.
"I like reading all kinds of things," Marvin said. "I do have
*some* big boy interests, you know, but the diaper stories are still the
best. You don't mind that I have them, do you?"
"No, I don't mind," Tommy assured him. "I'm just amazed you have
all this diaper stuff! You guys really live like this? Like little
boys?"
"Always have," Marvin said without any shame or guilt. "Me and Max
are Diaper Boys!", he said proudly. "We just like to call ourselves and
any other boy who likes to wear diapers a Diaper Boy�and you capitalize
it when you write it."
"I just try not to let anybody know about it at school," Marvin
continued to explain.
"Well, what do you think of the diaper stories?" Marvin asked
Tommy as he continued looking through the binders.
"I uh, I like them, I really do," Tommy said. He felt a little
awkward to be in such an infantile environment, and the fact that it was
beginning to appeal to him, though he didn't quite understand. All he
knew was that his dick was as hard as ever and he wanted to masturbate
again.
"Do your Mom and Dad know you have all these stories?" Tommy asked
Marvin.
"Of course they do!" Marvin said as he smiled. "They'd rather I
read these stories than some of the other stuff that's out there on the
Internet. My Daddy even found some of these stories and he lets me read
them. He likes reading them, too, because they remind him of his
childhood. You ought to read some of them. I have them all on disk if
you would like copies."
Tommy thought about it for a moment and wondered what his mother
or sister would say if they found out he had any of these stories. He
wanted them so badly and he looked forward to reading them, and he
didn't want to be kicking himself later for not getting them, so he
decided to take Marvin's offer for copies of the stories.
"Would you like some pictures, too?" Marvin offered.
"Pictures?" Tommy asked. "Pictures of what?"
"I'll show you," Marvin said. He grabbed yet another binder and
opened it up and showed it to Tommy. It contained dozens of color
printouts of boys wearing diapers. Tommy's jaw dropped in astonishment
as Marvin handed it to Tommy and let him look through it. Tommy turned
each page slowly and looked at the pictures, focusing more intently on
the ones he especially enjoyed. Tommy had never looked at a girlie
magazine even once in his life, but he imagined that he felt the same
way that most boys his age felt when they got a glimpse of bare skin in
a female body's private places. Tommy felt that seeing boys in diapers
was much more satisfying as it made him feel even better about being in
diapers himself.
Some of the boys were in disposable diapers while others were
wearing cloth diapers. Some were wearing plastic or rubber pants with
their cloth diapers and some were without. Tommy couldn't believe how
thickly diapered these boys were as most of them were double- or triple-
diapered, and a few of them were even quadruple-diapered.
"Where do you get these pictures?" Tommy asked.
"A lot of them are sent by e-mail from friends," Marvin answered.
"Some of them came straight from the Internet, but I like the ones sent
from my friends better because I know they're for real, not just posed."
Tommy was feeling a bit embarrassed to be aroused by pictures of
other boys in diapers. He knew he was supposed to like girls, but he
always felt so ashamed by his young erotic feelings and he had learn to
repress these feelings. Now he was feeling the same way about looking at
boys in diapers and he felt confused about why these pictures turned him
on so much.
"Uh, Marvin?" Tommy asked shyly. After pausing for a moment, Tommy
continued with his request and said, "I'd like copies of the pictures,
too."
"Sure. We'll do that in the morning," Marvin said. "We're watching
a movie tonight."
Tommy continued turning the pages and looking at the pictures. As
he got towards the back of the book, the boys in the pictures were
diapered up even more thickly than the others he had seen on the
preceding pages. They were pictures of Marvin and Max.
"Geez, those are the thickest diapers I've ever seen anybody
wearing!" Tommy exclaimed.
"I told you, Heidi makes them thick!" Marvin said proudly. Just
then Max then came to the bedroom door with Heidi escorting him.
"You wanna see thick?" Heidi said. It was apparent that she heard
Tommy's exclamation before entering the room.
"Wait until I diaper my brothers! It's time for your diaper
changes, boys!" Heidi said as she entered the room. She knelt down in
front of Max and removed his pants. His disposable diaper was sagging
from the weight of its contents. She helped Max up on the changing table
and started removing his diaper. She pulled it away and set it off to
the side. It was filled with poop and the air began to stink from its
odors.
Heidi opened the cabinet and pulled out a red plastic bucket, some
rags and a box of wipes. She cleaned up Max's bottom and ran the wipes
all over his sensitive crotch. She gave his little erect penis extra
attention as she knew he and all boys enjoyed this sensation.
Heidi then reached back into the cabinet and pulled out a large
container of baby powder. She spread the powder generously all over
Max's butt and balls. Tommy couldn't help but to stop and stand as he
watched. Marvin stood next to him. He didn't say anything to Tommy, but
he knew that Tommy was enjoying the show.
Heidi then went back to the closet and pulled out a very thick
stack of her own homemade cloth diapers. There were lots of diapers in
both cloth and disposable, all tightly packed and stocked in the
cabinet, as Tommy observed. Heidi then folded each diaper and then she
re-stacked them before putting them on Max.
She had Max plant his buck-naked body down on the fluffy pile of
white cloth. Tommy noted that Max's little penis was sticking out fully
erect during the whole time. Soon it was concealed and bound in the
thick white layers of the cotton of the diapers as Heidi drew them up
into his legs and over his stomach. She began pinning them on using
several pins for each layer.
Heidi inserted the last of the pins into Max's thick diapers and
then she got out his plastic pants. She pulled the plastic pants up over
the massive diapers pinned around Max's loins. She stuffed the white
cloth down into the tight waistband of his plastic pants as she got them
up as far as they would go. She gave the plastic pants a crisp snap and
then she dismissed Max. As he climbed down off of the table he stuck his
extremely thickly padded butt out, to which Heidi proceeded to give the
customary affectionate hand-patting.
Tommy looked at Max and then he recalled the days of when he was
wearing cloth diapers, though even his diapers were never as thick as
what Max's diapers were. They also seemed to go up even higher on Max's
body than Tommy could ever remember from those that he wore. Max went up
to Tommy and then he turned around and bent over purposely to show off
his diapered rear end to Tommy.
"Look at my diapered butt, Tommy!" he said happily as he slapped
his own rump as hard as he could. His hands made a muffled "whump" sound
as they struck the plastic-sealed surface of his voluminous diapers.
"See how thick my diapers are!" he said loudly. "I can't feel
anything when I do this! I can poo-poo all I want because they're really
thick and I like them thick! Heidi does a good job of diapering me! I
love Heidi because she diapers me up so good!"
Max then pranced around and then ran out of the room singing, "I'm
a Diaper Boy! I'm a Diaper Boy! I'm a Diaper Boy!"
Tommy looked at Heidi and asked him, "is he for real?"
"That's the way he is," she said, her freckled face smiling and
showing her braces. "He loves to wear diapers and I love putting them on
him and Marvin! It's so fun!"
Next it was Marvin's turn to be diapered. She stood right before
Marvin and unfastened his pants. She pulled them off of him and revealed
his diaper which was just as wet as Max's diaper. The crotch bulged from
all the pee that Marvin put into it. Heidi helped him up to the table as
well as its surface was three feet from the floor. She put her hand on
his butt and felt his poop squishing around underneath its thick layers.
"Another poopy one, I see," Heidi grinned as Marvin crawled into
his position and then lay on his back. She yanked hard at the tightly-
gripping tapes and removed his diaper, which, as Heidi detected, was
full of poop. Tommy noted that Marvin's penis, although fully erect, was
smaller than his, and Marvin had no visible sprouts of hair around his
penis, either. Heidi dutifully wiped him clean and covered his bottom in
powder. She spread it up into his crotch and then she ran the powder
over his balls. She gave him extra time in this area.
She then prepared another thick stack of diapers, this time taking
them from Marvin's side of the cabinet. She folded them up and then
placed the bulky pile of diapers underneath Marvin's bum. She pulled
them up very tightly into his crotch and then she pinned them up. She
knew that Marvin especially enjoyed getting extra pins put into his
diapers so she used twice as many on him as she used on Max.
Heidi then pulled Marvin's plastic pants up over his stomach and
reached around to the rear and gave them a good, firm yank to ensure
they were on him high and very tight. She then gave him a full-fledged
spank as he got down, which she knew wouldn't hurt him as he was so
heavily diapered up.
As Marvin walked towards Tommy, Heidi summoned Tommy to go over to
the diaper changing table.
"You're next Tommy!" Heidi said as she stood there so tall with
her long red hair draping over her shoulders and her breasts filling out
her T-shirt. Tommy was getting so excited by having watched Max and
Marvin get diapered that he didn't hesitate to get on the changing table
when he was called over. He didn't even mind that Heidi, a girl who he
hardly knew, was going to change him now.
"This is so fun!" Heidi commented. "I get to diaper *three* boys!"
Heidi stood before Tommy and she began removing his overalls. She
unfastened the shoulder straps and then she pulled the pants completely
off of him. She looked at Tommy's diaper and saw that his wasn't as wet
since he was changed right after school when he got home. Marvin and Max
were usually changed right away, too, but today Heidi decided to wait
until Tommy was there so he could watch, to which Marvin and Max agreed.
"Okay, get your butt up there!" Heidi said as she boosted Tommy up
to the changing table.
"No poo-poo," she commented as she patted Tommy's butt to feel for
any messy contents. "Oh well, two out of three isn't so bad."
As Heidi laid Tommy down in front of her she looked at his diaper
and noted that they were the same disposable diapers that Marvin and Max
wore to school. She pulled away at the tapes and then took the diaper
off. She looked at his penis and testicles and noted that he was further
developed than Marvin. She was surprised by their significantly larger
size and the fact that he had pubic hair sprouting.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Your only twelve years old?"
"Uh huh," Tommy answered, feeling embarrassed somewhat over
Heidi's attention to his genitals.
"You got some catching up to do, Marvin!" Heidi commented,
referring to her brother's somewhat lesser-developed sexual organs.
Heidi wiped Tommy's skin dry and then she turned to the cabinet to
get some more diapers from Marvin's side. Tommy noted her wide hips and
pear-shaped rear end and the tight blue jeans she was wearing as she was
busy getting several more diapers out of the closet for him. He liked
seeing the vast difference between Heidi-- for not being in diapers--
while he and the other two boys were.
Heidi set the big stack of diapers down next to Tommy and she
began to fold up each one. Tommy counted each one as she laid them in
another stack. By the time Heidi was finished folding, there were six
diapers waiting to get pinned onto Tommy. He couldn't believe that he
was going to be diapered up so heavily.
Before Heidi put the diapers on Tommy, she made sure to give him a
good powdering. She got it all over his tush and his crotch. She enjoyed
rubbing it on his genitals, though she wasn't used to handling anything
as large as what Tommy had on his body. Tommy could see her bare breasts
beneath her loose shirt as it drooped from her neck in the front. Tommy
was momentarily confused by being stimulated by seeing the other boys in
diapers and also being aroused by the appearance of their sister.
Tommy's erection stiffened ever so much as he felt Heidi's hand rubbing
his balls repeatedly. He almost ejaculated before she stopped and
reached for the diapers.
Heidi then accidentally dropped some of the diaper pins on the
floor and she bent down to pick them up. Her butt, elevated by her long
legs, protruded towards Tommy's face as she retrieved the pins she
dropped. Her tight blue jeans were such a contrast to the very thick
layers of white cloth wrapped around Marvin and Max, and soon, him.
Heidi then put the diapers underneath Tommy. So many memories were
coming back to him from when he was last put into cloth diapers by his
father. Back then it was so much different. He had just been spanked and
his rear end hurt like he could never imagine. He was crying and his
father was angry at him, shouting and telling Tommy to shut up.
Today, it was so much better. No spanking, no crying, no angry father,
but rather, a teenage girl who really enjoyed doing what she did,
diapering boys. Tommy knew that not all boys liked glasses, braces, and
freckles, but he thought these attributes went well with her tall body,
wide hips and long, straight red hair.
Heidi pulled each diaper layer tightly into his crotch. Tommy felt
his stiff penis lying flat against his waist as it pointed towards his
stomach when Heidi pulled the first diaper over it. She pinned it up and
then she proceeded to apply five more layers of diapers and pinned them
up just as tightly, using lots of pins like she had used on Marvin.
Tommy watched as Heidi ran the leg openings of the plastic pants
over his feet and then she pulled them up, going past his ankles, then
his knees and his thighs to where they came to a stop high above his
waist. Before he got up he could feel the enormous bulk of diapers
underneath him. It felt so good this time. Heidi helped him down from
the table. She gave him a good firm whap on the butt just because she
liked doing it.
"How's *that* for a diaper?" Heidi asked Tommy. "Thick enough for
you?"
"I didn't feel a thing," Tommy remarked as she gave him another
slap on his diapered butt.
"Then you're good and diapered now!" she said. Before she left the
room she picked up Tommy's overalls and the other two boys' pants and
folded them. She carried them out of the room and took them downstairs.
Becoming A Diaper Boy, Parts 11-20