BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 31
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	It was the last day of spring break and Adam's parents were due to 
arrive at the airport that afternoon. Adam was looking forward to seeing 
his parents again and getting back home, although he was going to miss 
being in Tommy's presence and being in diapers with him. He knew they 
would have other opportunities to get together in their diapers over the 
coming months as several more family gatherings were coming up. These 
included Easter Sunday, Tommy's birthday in June, Nancy's birthday, 
which coincided with the Fourth of July, and his own birthday in 
October.
	The flight was scheduled to land early that afternoon. Before 
Tommy's mother got ready to leave for the airport, she made sure that 
Adam had all his belongings packed and ready to go so his parents would 
not have to wait on him when they returned to the house. She had to put 
the rest of his new supply of cloth diapers in another bag as they took 
up so much volume in the bag he had brought.
	Nancy changed Adam's diapers at the same time that Tommy had his 
changed by his mother. Both of the boys were put into their cloth 
diapers before going to the airport. Tommy hadn't worn his cloth diapers 
under his pants very much while in public and he decided that he was 
ready to try it today, since he didn't expect to see anyone he would 
know at the airport. His mother did as he requested and pinned up some 
cloth diapers on Tommy, and knowing Tommy liked to be really pinned up, 
she made sure his diaper pin sub-fetish was satisfied as well. Tommy 
only wore a double set of diapers so that he could still wear his 
overalls over them.
	Tommy's mother got the kids loaded into the car as they took off 
for the airport. Upon their arrival, they got the car parked and entered 
the large building. They passed through a series of concourses and other 
areas of the airport as they got to a security checkpoint.
	Nancy was the first to pass through the metal detector. She was 
followed by Tommy, who got stopped as his body triggered the alarm. He 
was told to step aside as Adam followed and managed to get by without 
setting off the alarm. Last was Tommy's mother.
	While the others were passing through, another guard ran a wand 
around Tommy's body. When he ran it around Tommy's thighs, the wand was 
triggered by something that aroused enough suspicion for him to be taken 
into a side room for further examination.
	"Sir, come this way," the guard told Tommy in a very stern, 
monotone voice. The guard then spoke into his pocket radio and announced 
he had a "Code 6" and described Tommy's appearance to whoever was on the 
other end of the radio transmission. This made the situation seem even 
more serious to Tommy.
	"What did I do?" Tommy gasped, frightened and fearful that he had 
done something wrong.
	"Sir, I need you to come with me," the guard said, prompting Tommy 
to go with him.
	"Mom!" Tommy cried.
	"I'll come with you, dear," Tommy's mother said. "Nancy, Adam, 
right this way," Tommy's mother instructed the others.
	They went into a small room just off of the concourse. The guard 
shut the door behind them and left. Another guard was in the room. The 
guard told Tommy to remove his pants. Tommy hesitated, scared and 
uncertain of what was going on. The fear Tommy felt caused him to wet 
into his diapers. The room was cold, both literally and in terms of its 
atmosphere.
	"Just do what the man says, Tommy," his mother told him. "I'm sure 
it's nothing."
	Embarrassed, Tommy started to take his overalls down, revealing 
the diapers he had on underneath. The guard, having seen this situation 
a number of times before, determined that the excessive number of pins 
that were stuck into Tommy's diapers were enough to trigger the metal 
detector's alarm. The guard then became suspicious that Tommy may have 
had a weapon concealed beneath his diapers as they were on him so 
thickly, even for only being a double set. Tommy was then x-rayed for 
further examination. After determining that no weapons were detected, 
Tommy was allowed to put his overalls back on and leave. Tommy breathed 
a heavy sigh of relief, as did the others.
	"Does this sort of thing happen very often?" Tommy's mother asked 
the guard.
	"Not often," the guard said. "Your son just had a lot of pins in 
his diaper, and that's what set the alarm off."
	The guard then escorted Tommy and the others back out to the 
concourse.
	"Thank you for your cooperation, ma'am," the guard said quickly to 
them as they left the room.
	"I suppose we'd better have you wear your disposables to the 
airport from now on," Tommy's mother recommended to Tommy, who was still 
shaken by the incident. "Either that, or just not use so many pins."
	After walking a great distance to the gate, they sat down and 
waited for Adam's parents to arrive on their flight. Just when the plane 
was due to arrive, it touched down on the runway and then made its way 
to the gate. Minutes later, among the dozens of passengers coming up the 
walkway, Adam's parents emerged. He ran up to them and was given a big 
hug and a kiss by each of them. Their skin had tanned from their 
exposure to the tropical sun over the past week. When Tommy's mother 
hugged him she could feel that he had his cloth diapers on underneath 
his pants. She gave Tommy's mother an approving nod and a wink.
	After a trip to the baggage claim, they left the airport and 
returned to Tommy's house. Adam's parents talked about their trip for 
the entire ride home. When they arrived, the subject changed to Adam's 
adjustment to being in cloth diapers and getting used to having just 
diapers on for much of the time.
	"I think he's doing better," Tommy's mother reported to Adam's 
mother. "I think he just needs to be around Tommy more."
	"Well, maybe the boys can get together more often," Adam's mother 
suggested. "Maybe in the meantime, Adam will find a friend like Tommy 
did."
	At that time, Adam's parents got ready to leave. Before they did, 
Adam's diapers were checked and determined to be wet and messy by then. 
He was then changed into some clean diapers by his mother, who had 
missed babying her son during the time she was away. She could see an 
improvement in Adam's willingness to let her see him naked and for her 
to wipe his private area clean. He no longer acted embarrassed about it, 
and for the first time she saw him smiling during a diaper change.
	Seeing that he had gotten this far, she wanted to see what Adam 
would do if she didn't give him his pants back. He didn't mind having no 
pants on while he and Tommy played together in just their diapers while 
the parents visited and talked about the vacation some more. When Adam's 
parents announced that they were leaving, Adam asked to have his pants 
at that time and was given them to wear.
	"Well, he's still a lot better than before," Adam's mother thought 
to herself.
	Adam picked up his two bags, mostly containing his new cloth 
diapers, and he took them out to the car where his parents had 
transferred their baggage from Tommy's mother's car. Adam gave Tommy, 
Nancy, and his Aunt Ellen a big hug each and thanked them all for 
everything.
	Later on, Tommy received a phone call from Marvin. He announced 
that he and his family flew back in from Arizona late Saturday night. 
Tommy told Marvin about his incident with the security guards at the 
airport earlier that day.
	"Oh yeah!" Marvin said emphatically as he could relate to similar 
experiences with him and Max.
	"The guy couldn't believe we had all those pins in our diapers, 
not to mention that we were so diapered up!" Marvin said as he joyously 
recalled this moment that occurred to him and Max a few years ago.
	"Either wear disposable diapers, or don't use so many pins when 
you go to the airport," Marvin advised Tommy, echoing Tommy's mother's 
sentiments concerning dealing with this matter.
	"Can you come over?" Tommy asked him.
	"I was hoping I could. My Daddy said he'd bring me by if it was 
all right," Marvin said.
	After Tommy got permission from his mother, he invited Marvin to 
come over. Minutes later Marvin was dropped off by his father. He 
emerged from the van and he came up to the door only wearing his thick 
diapers that had Heidi had put on him just before he left. Nancy opened 
the door for him and let him in. She noticed that Marvin's legs had 
become tanned from the Arizona sun. His thighs were tanned all the way 
to his hips, indicating that he had only been in only his diapers for 
much of the time he was there.
	Marvin went back into Tommy's room where they sat around and 
talked about the week that had passed. Marvin talked about the things he 
and Max did with the girl next door to them.
	"She and Heidi played 'Mommy' with us a lot," Marvin said with a 
smile. "Kind of like what Heidi does here."
	Tommy then told Marvin about meeting Dee Anne's cousin Dennis and 
how cool he was about wearing diapers. He then started to tell Marvin 
about the latest developments concerning Carl.
	"You'll never believe what happened while you were gone!" Tommy 
told Marvin.
	"Yeah, what?"
	"You know Carl?" Tommy started.
	"Yeah, he's the kid you used to be friends with, before you got 
into that accident."
	"Well, he's sort of back now," Tommy said.
	"You mean, you guys are friends again?" Marvin asked, to which 
Tommy nodded. Marvin was quite surprised that Carl would ever return to 
seeing Tommy.
	"Does he know you wear diapers?" Marvin asked.
	"Well, actually, that's how Carl came back," Tommy said. Marvin 
was very intrigued by this latest development, so Tommy explained to 
Marvin everything that had led up to Carl's return and all the events 
that occurred along the way. When Tommy finished, he asked Marvin if he 
knew of somebody by the name of "ClosetBaby?"
	"Yeah, does he write to you, too?"
	"All the time. It's my only way of communicating with Carl," Tommy 
said.
	"Did you say Carl? You mean, Carl is 'ClosetBaby?'" Marvin asked, 
even more surprised.
	"Yeah, he is!" Tommy said.
	"No shit?!" Marvin exclaimed.
	"Only in our diapers," Tommy replied with a smile, as he and 
Marvin always said to each other whenever one of them said, "no shit."
	"Let's go see if he's in a chat room somewhere," Tommy suggested 
as they went to the computer to sign onto the Internet. After they were 
signed on they located which of the many available diaper chat rooms 
Carl was in. He was most often to be found in one called "diaperz4boyz."
	They got into a private chat with Carl. Tommy explained that both 
he and Marvin were there. Marvin took over the keyboard and started 
chatting with Carl.
	Marvin asked Carl a lot of questions about his hidden diaper 
interests. Carl was a little reserved at first, but by the end of the 
chat session he was telling Marvin how much he wanted Heidi to diaper 
him sometime. He explained that he had seen Heidi's picture on Marvin's 
web page and thought she was cute. Marvin felt embarrassed somewhat, but 
he understood that since Heidi wasn't Carl's sister, that Carl could say 
this about her.
	"She *loves* to diaper little boys like us!" Marvin typed into the 
chat dialogue box.
	"whys that?" Carl typed back.
	"I think it gives her the same feelings that we get when we wear 
diapers, our 'boy feelings,'" Marvin keyed away.
	"sorta a diaper nimfo?" Carl replied back. exhibiting his frequent 
misspellings. Marvin couldn't believe what he read. He didn't know what 
to reply back with until he gave it some thought.
	"Uhhh, yeah, you could say that, I guess, never thought of it that 
way (blush)" were Marvin's keystrokes back to Carl.
	"When can we meet?" Marvin asked Carl.
	"i dont know," the letters slowly materialized on the screen. "can 
we do it after school?"
	"Whatever works for you," Marvin typed back. "Tomorrow?"
	"i think so" came back Carl's reply.
	Marvin and Carl then worked out the arrangements to meet after 
school. They agreed to meet in a place on the school grounds where Carl 
didn't expect his brother Mitchell to spot him. At that time, Carl 
quickly typed, "my brothers comming i got to go." He then disappeared 
from the chat room.
	Back at school the next day, Tommy and Marvin and his brother Max 
hung around with each other as they always did at recess and at lunch. 
Carl was not able to join them, however, at least he didn't want to be 
seen with them by his brother Mitchell. Tommy and Marvin understood this 
and were aware that Carl would act like nothing was any different than 
before while at school. In fact, Carl didn't even want to be caught 
looking at Tommy, Marvin or Max, for fear that Mitchell may come down on 
him for it later.
	"If only Mitchell weren't held back a year," Carl thought to 
himself. "He'd be in junior high and I wouldn't have this problem."
	Carl had little choice but to tag along with his brother Mitchell 
and hang around with his so-called "friends." Carl did not want to have 
anything to do with these obnoxious boys. He'd stand off to the side and 
watch as Mitchell's clan would chase girls around the school yard to see 
which ones were wearing bras, for example. They'd bully some of the 
smaller kids in the lower grades, and usually one or two of them got 
into trouble. Sometimes Carl would be dragged into the principal's 
office along with the others, even though Carl himself was innocent. He 
had to prove his non-involvement each time this happened before being 
released to the playground again.
	The last bell rang and everybody agreed to meet after school 
behind the large stone with the school's name chiseled into it. They 
didn't expect Mitchell to go that direction and they could watch to see 
when Mitchell passed by them. After seeing that Mitchell had gotten on 
his bus, the boys ran around to the back of the school and hurried up to 
the front again to make sure they didn't miss their bus before it took 
off.
	The four boys then boarded Marvin's bus and rode home. Marvin and 
Carl had a chance to talk to each other and get acquainted on other 
levels besides the fact that they both liked to wear diapers, though for 
different reasons. The school bus was obviously not the ideal setting 
for the boys to discuss wearing diapers in the first place. They knew 
they'd have plenty of time for talking about diapers after they got off 
the bus.
	Upon arriving at Marvin's house, Carl was introduced to Heidi.
	"Hi there, I'm Heidi" she said as she smiled at him. She had 
changed into some skimpy cut-offs upon returning home from her school 
that afternoon as it was a warm day. Carl couldn't believe that he was 
actually meeting the girl he had often thought about wanting to diaper 
him. He was soon about to get his wish.
	"So, you're the new recruit?" Heidi said to Carl. She was holding 
a handful of large diaper pins, making sure Carl would see them.
	"Recruit for what?" Carl asked her nervously.
	"Marvin told me about you last night. He said you'd be over 
today!"
	"He did?" Carl asked.
	"Yep! So let's get right to it, Closet Baby!"
	"Huh?" Carl replied, taken aback by her reference to his online 
name. " You know about that?"
	"Of course I do!" she said. "I've read your e-mail messages to 
Marvin!"
	Carl suddenly felt his stomach drop. He felt so overwhelmed by all 
of this going on so suddenly. He didn't expect Heidi to want to diaper 
him first thing. He wasn't even prepared for the fact that she was going 
to diaper him at all. It all seemed like such a distant fantasy that he 
didn't expect to ever come true.
	Heidi was standing at the top of the stairs, idly pouring the 
handful of diaper pins back and forth between each hand.
	"Well, she's ready, Carl!" Marvin prodded him.
	Carl felt so nervous. He wanted to be diapered so badly, but at 
the same time, he felt inhibited and he wasn't ready to climb the stairs 
and approach Heidi.
	"Tell you what, Heidi," Marvin suggested. "Diaper me, Max and 
Tommy first and let Carl watch; this may help him to become more 
comfortable."
	"Okay," Heidi said.
	"Well, Carl, you're here, so you'd better get what you came for," 
Marvin said to him. Carl slowly went up the stairs and stood next to 
Heidi, who had the female equivalent of a hard-on to get him into 
diapers. She smiled at him and put her arm around him to put him at 
ease.
	The four boys then went into Marvin's and Max's bedroom. Carl was 
even more surprised to see that not only were there two cribs and a 
changing table, but that the entire room resembled a nursery! He looked 
at the light blue wallpaper with diapered teddy bears, the diaper 
advertisements that had been tacked on the wall, and that big Pampers 
banner that was stretched across the back wall.
	Heidi began diapering Marvin first. He had wet his disposable 
diaper quite heavily as Heidi expected it to be every day. She wiped his 
skin dry and she powdered his balls and his butt. Carl couldn't help but 
to notice Marvin's immense hard-on sticking straight up. Heidi then went 
to the diaper cabinet and pulled out a very big stack of diapers, which 
at first, Carl thought would be distributed among the him and the other 
three boys. Heidi decided that since only the regular diapers were in 
enough supply to go around for the four boys, she would use these 
diapers on all of them and diaper them up equally thick.
	Heidi folded up the diapers and layered them together to pin 
around Marvin's body. She wanted to really make an impression on Carl, 
so she bundled ten diapers together! She knew she would probably end up 
using most of the pins, so she had to make sure to distribute them 
evenly for each boy and use them more sparsely. Even taking this into 
account, she was still able to pin up Marvin's diapers very tightly, 
securely and abundantly.
	Heidi then brought two pairs of the huge plastic pants that were 
required to be of such a size to fit over the thick diapers into which 
she liked putting her brothers. She put both pairs on him, mainly so 
Carl would be more excited about watching his friends get put into 
double plastic pants.
	Carl had a constant hard-on that made him feel like his penis was 
about to explode in his pants. He could barely resist jacking off right 
there in front of everyone. He watched Max get diapered up just as 
heavily and his resistance weakened even more. He started rubbing his 
cock through his jeans. He almost spurted his semen before he realized 
that he didn't want to "waste" it before he got diapered.
	Carl managed to keep himself under control as he watched Tommy get 
diapered. When Tommy was done, Carl was greeted by the site of three 
extremely diapered boys all standing there, waiting to watch Carl get 
his.
	"Okay, Carl, you're next!" Heidi said as she patted the diaper-
changing table. Carl felt his heart racing as Heidi approached him.
	Heidi stripped off Carl's shorts and she saw his hard-on spring 
out from over the top of his underwear waistband. She pulled his 
underwear down and told him to step out of his shorts. She noted that 
Carl was not much of a wiper as his underwear clearly indicated by the 
dark skid marks running through the seat and the crotch.
	Heidi then boosted Carl up onto the changing table. Sensing that 
he was quite tense in spite of being very exhilarated, she told him to 
just relax and to let her do all the work. She began spreading powder 
all over his diaper area, concentrating on his excited genitals. When 
she was done with that, she went to the cabinet to get his set of 
diapers.
	Carl observed the way Heidi's shorts went up so high on her rear, 
the bottom of her buttocks nearly exposed as she bent over to reach into 
one of the lower compartments in the diaper cabinet. Carl, like the 
other boys, was also quick to note the big contrast between Heidi's 
thinly veiled rear end in tight cut-off jeans, and the thick white 
layers of cotton that diapered the butts of the other three boys.
	Heidi teasingly and slowly folded the last set of diapers for 
Carl. She knew she was driving him nuts by keeping her wide-hipped butt 
turned to him as she bunched the diapers together. When she finished she 
then pushed the big stack of diapers underneath Carl's bottom. He set 
his butt back down on them and he couldn't believe how thick all those 
diapers felt even before they were going to be pinned around him. Heidi 
then pinned them up, layer upon layer upon layer, until Carl, like the 
other boys, was pinned up in ten diapers. Heidi added two sets of 
plastic pants to the bulging mass of white cloth before helping him down 
from the changing table.
	"There!" Heidi said. "You're all diapered up for the day!"
	"The day?" Carl asked. "I need to be home before 7:30."
	"Don't worry, you have plenty of time and pee and poop in them 
until then. Then I'll take you out of them."
	"Whew!" Heidi breathed a sigh of relief as she had never spent so 
much time with diapering up four boys by herself before.
	"Next time I should call Lani over to help me," Heidi said to 
herself, thinking of her friend whom she had only seen at school because 
of her concerns over sharing with Lani her admittedly aberrant desire to 
diaper her brothers and other boys. Today was the day she would reveal 
her own deep family secret to her trusted friend.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 32
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	Carl felt very excited, but yet nervous, too, having been brought 
into this situation so quickly. Just the night before, he was 
fantasizing about Heidi diapering him, and now he had gotten what he 
wished for and then some. He looked at Tommy, Marvin and Max, all of 
them being much more content about being diapered. Carl's bony, skinny 
bare legs were shaking.
	"Just relax, Carl," Marvin told his new diaper buddy.
	"This diaper is so thick!" Carl said. "I mean, I like it, but, 
geez! How many diapers did she put on me?"
	"Ten!" Max said. "That's what we all have on!"
	"I told you, when Heidi diapers you, she DIAPERS YOU GOOD!" Marvin 
said.
	"Yeah, look at my diaper-butt!" Max said, bending over towards 
Carl as he proudly and joyously showed off his very amply-padded behind. 
"I like peeing and pooping in them!"
	"I like doing other things in them, too," Marvin said to Max, "but 
you'll have to get a little older first to do that, Max!" Marvin then 
jostled Max gently.
	"Heidi diapers our butts really good!" Max said as he started 
slapping his own behind to draw more attention to the way he was 
diapered so thickly.
	"And our fronts, too!" Marvin added as he thrust his body forward 
to exhibit the way all his diapers came up so high over his stomach.
	"And our crotches!" Max said as he got down on the floor and 
rolled himself back, lifting his legs in the air and spreading them 
apart to let Carl see the wide bands of cloth stuffed into his crotch.
	Carl was totally amazed at watching how Marvin and Max presented 
their obsession with wearing diapers. Carl knew that there was no 
turning back now, no way out of being stuck in ten diapers for the next 
few hours. He enjoyed having several thick diapers on him and he liked 
watching Marvin and Max show off their diapers, but it was so 
overwhelming to him and he didn't know what to say or do.
	"So you guys really are into diapers, just like you say on your 
web page," Carl finally said.
	"Oh yeah, diapers are our life!" Marvin said.
	The four boys went downstairs and watched after-school cartoons. 
Heidi asked the boys if they'd like something to drink. They all agreed 
on Coke. Carl was surprised to see that Heidi came back into the room 
carrying four baby bottles, each filled with Coke. She also brought a 
plate piled high with saltine crackers and cheddar cheese slices.
	She handed each of the boys a bottle. Carl hesitantly took his and 
looked at the bottle while the others immediately began sipping away on 
the nipples of their bottles
	After seeing that the other three boys were content with drinking 
beverages from a baby bottle, Carl slowly inserted the nipple of his 
bottle into his mouth. He then started sipping. It seemed funny at 
first, but then Carl realized that it wasn't so bad, kind of fun, in 
fact, to drink from a baby bottle again.
	At the commercial break, Heidi started feeding cheese and crackers 
to the boys, giving each of them a "sandwich" of two crackers and a 
cheese slice. Carl was the last to be served. He started to reach for 
the plate before Heidi lightly patted his hand.
	"Ah ah ah, You gotta let me feed you!" Heidi said. Carl let his 
hands down and opened his mouth as Heidi stuffed one of the 
cracker/cheese sandwiches into his mouth.
	"This is nothing," Marvin said to him. "Wait until she gets you 
into the high chair, Carl!"
	"Yeah, and she puts a bib on you and everything!" Max added. 
Carl's mouth was still full, so he couldn't say anything.
	Minutes later the doorbell rang. Carl, still unadjusted to being 
in just his diapers with others around, sprang to his feet and sought a 
place to hide. He especially feared that perhaps Mitchell had somehow 
found out that this was where he was. Whoever it was, Carl didn't want 
to be seen in his diapers.
	"Come on, Carl, all of us are in diapers," Tommy said. Tommy knew 
how Carl felt, as Tommy himself had once felt the same way and would 
have wanted to hide.
	Heidi answered the door and invited the visitor into the house. It 
was her friend Lani, who had for so long been told not to come over. She 
had been under the impression that Heidi's family was dysfunctional, but 
she was very surprised to see the real reason Heidi was reluctant to 
invite her over.
	"Guys, this is my friend Lani," Heidi introduced the girl. Lani 
stood tall and she was a little heavyset with wide hips and large 
breasts, much like Heidi. She had long, straight hair. She was in loose-
fitting blue jeans and a sweater.
	"Hello," she said, stunned to see four boys sitting on the couch, 
all of them in very thick diapers. Marvin and Max said hello to her, 
followed by Tommy. Carl didn't say a word as he attempted to close his 
legs and cover his diapers from view, but they were too big and bulky to 
conceal.
	"This is why I never invited you over before," Heidi explained 
nervously to her friend. "I hope I can trust you to keep a secret."
	"Okay," Lani said. "So you have brothers who wear...diapers," Lani 
said. "Is *this* the big secret?"
	"It is," Heidi said.
	"Really? This was it? I thought you had a family that fought all 
the time, or something like that," said the shy girl.
	"Actually, my family gets along better than most families, I 
think," Heidi said proudly as she led Lani into the kitchen. The two 
girls sat down across from each other and talked.
	"The diapers have a lot to do with our family unity," Heidi said.
	"What do you mean?" Lani asked.
	"Well, there's more to it," Heidi continued. "I'm the one who 
diapers my brothers."
	"Well, somebody has to do it," Lani said.
	"Well, it's a thing I like doing," Heidi continued to explain. "I 
mean, it, you know, gets me...aroused. I know it sounds silly, since 
they are my brothers, after all. Ever since I was little I've diapered 
my brothers and enjoyed doing it."
	Heidi's face turned as red as her long, straight hair. She paused 
for a moment and took a drink. Lani seemed to be quite intrigued by 
Heidi's explanation. She asked Heidi to continue.
	"How did this all begin?" Lani asked.
	"It all started with my Dad, who's really my stepfather," Heidi 
resumed. "He wore diapers all his life and he got to where he liked 
wearing them, so when he and my Mom met, he got her into changing his 
diapers. Then my two brothers were born and I watched my Mom change 
their diapers a lot of times. One day-- I think I was six or seven at 
the time-- I asked my Mom if I could try it, and she let me and she 
showed me how to do it. After she helped a couple times she let me take 
over and most of the time I'm the one who changes them since my Mom 
changes my Dad's diapers. Ever since then I've just liked doing it, and 
it's become sort of a 'thing' with me."
	"Okay," Lani said, accepting Heidi's explanation of her origins 
with diapering her brothers.
	"But why do your brothers still wear diapers?" Lani asked.
	"Because they were never toilet trained, so they've stayed in 
diapers all their lives," Heidi answered. Lani couldn't believe that 
anyone would be deliberately kept in diapers and never toilet trained. 
Her mouth was agape and her eyes were bulging wide open.
	"Why were your brothers not toilet trained?" Lani asked.
	"Because that's how my Dad wanted them. He wanted the boys to 
enjoy wearing diapers, too, so he and Mom decided to raise them without 
ever toilet training them. They made it so that my brothers would enjoy 
wearing diapers and wouldn't want to ever use the toilet, and now they 
love wearing diapers just as much as I do diapering them."
	"But you were potty trained, obviously," Lani said to Heidi.
	"Oh yeah, I was already trained when my Mom and Dad met, I was 
only two years old," Heidi said.
	"I was two when I was toilet trained, I was glad to get out of 
diapers," Lani related. "My Mom told me that I kept putting the new ones 
that she bought in the garbage, and that's when she said I was trained. 
I can't see what would be so fun about wearing diapers and sitting in 
your own pee and poop all day."
	"Me neither," Heidi said, "But I like putting diapers on my 
brothers, because I know they like wearing them. It makes me feel more 
like I'm in control, something like that."
	"You said you only had two brothers, so who are the other two 
boys?" Lani asked.
	"One of them is Tommy, he's Marvin's friend from school, and the 
other one is Carl, who used to be Tommy's friend until something 
happened and they weren't friends anymore. Then Tommy found out that 
Carl wanted to wear diapers, so Tommy became friends with Carl again and 
brought him over to wear them with my brothers."
	"I see," Lani said, trying to absorb Heidi's explanation. She was 
becoming more interested in finding out more about Heidi's unusual 
relationship with her brothers.
	"I'll introduce them to you," Heidi said as she led Lani back out 
to the front room.
	"This is by brother Marvin, he's twelve, this is my brother Max, 
he's ten, and this is their friend Tommy, and this is their new friend 
Carl, they're both twelve, also."
	Marvin and Max scooted themselves back and spread their legs wide 
so Lani could see more of their heavy diapering. Even Tommy decided to 
exhibit his diapers a little. Carl remained rigid and nervous.
	"Carl's a newbie, remember," Heidi said, "so try not to embarrass 
him," she advised Lani. "Try to make him feel more comfortable about 
wearing diapers, if anything."
	"Why are their diapers so big and thick?" Lani asked, noting that 
each of the boys sported huge bulges of cloth in their crotches.
	"Because we like them this way!" Marvin said proudly.
	"Me too!" Max added.
	"And I just like putting them in lots of diapers," Heidi said.
	"Shouldn't they have, like, pants on, or something?" Lani said. 
"It's kind of like them being in just their underwear, you know."
	Marvin and Max were quick to get up from the couch and model their 
diapers to Lani. They both turned their butts to her and bent over.
	"You think they could possibly wear pants over *those* diapers?!" 
Heidi pointed out, slapping each of her brothers on their butts.
	"Yeah, I guess that would make sense," Lani said.
	"Besides, don't they just look cute with their butts all padded up 
like that?" Heidi said. Tommy even joined the line-up and showed off his 
diapered derriere. Carl, of course, remained seated, feeling uneasy, 
perhaps being expected to show off his diapers, too.
	"Yeah, they are kind of cute," Lani said. "They look kind of like 
my brother, he goes around in his underwear a lot."
	"So do these guys," Heidi said. "They're in their 'underwear' 
right now."
	"I never thought of diapers as being 'underwear', but I guess they 
are," Lani said.
	"Yeah, when you just wear bikini-style panties like I do, you 
think of underwear in a different way than the boys do," Heidi said.
	Heidi and Lani got out their homework and did it while sitting at 
the table and talking more about the boys wearing diapers. Lani was slow 
to understand this behavior and she thought it was rather bizarre, but 
in a way she could relate to it, and she even admitted that sometimes 
she had thought about such matters concerning her own brother.
	"My brother still wets his bed," Lani told Heidi.
	"Does he wear diapers for it?" Heidi asked her.
	"No," Lani answered, "I think he'd rather wear diapers if he 
didn't think that they were just for babies," Lani said. "And my Mom 
thinks he's too old to wear diapers and he needs to deal with his 
bedwetting like a 'big boy.'"
	"What's your brother's name?" Heidi asked.
	"Ryan," she answered.
	"How old is he?" Heidi asked.
	"Twelve, he's in the sixth grade."
	"*That's* not too old for him to wear diapers!" Heidi disagreed 
with Lani's mother. "In fact, no age is too old for a boy to wear 
diapers! Just ask my brothers. For that matter, ask my Dad!"
	"Well, I've always thought that Ryan should wear diapers, to tell 
you the truth," Lani said slowly. "I think it would be better for him 
than waking up in a wet bed all the time, and besides..."
	Lani hesitated as Heidi waited for her to speak some more.
	"And besides, what?" Heidi prompted Lani.
	"Well, you see," Lani continued as she stumbled on her speech. "I 
thought that, you know, I was the only one who thought his brother 
should wear diapers. It isn't one of those things I've talked about, but 
I'm glad I have you as a friend, someone who would understand, 
especially being that you already have brothers who wear diapers.
	"I've sometimes thought about what Ryan would look like wearing 
diapers to bed like he does his underwear. It's just one of those things 
I've never really told anybody."
	"So you'd like to see your brother in diapers, eh?" Heidi spoke 
up, smiling.
	"Well, yeah," Lani answered and smiled a little as her face 
blushed.
	"He just needs them for his bedwetting, though," Lani continued. 
"It's not like he'd wear them all the time like your brothers do. I 
never knew that anyone could get so involved in wearing diapers."
	"Do you think Ryan would wear diapers if you took some to him?" 
Heidi asked Lani.
	"I'm sure he would be glad to wear them after waking up in a wet 
bed all the time!" Lani replied emphatically. "But I don't know how he 
would react if I told him I had some diapers for him. Like I said, he 
thinks diapers are for babies. He doesn't like to talk about his 
bedwetting, for obvious reasons."
	"So your Mom just tolerates his wet sheets all the time instead?" 
Heidi said.
	"Yeah, and since I get stuck washing them all the time, I have to 
deal with it, too, and I get tired of the smell. He has a plastic sheet, 
that helps somewhat. My Mom always works the night shift, so I think I 
could get Ryan into some diapers without her knowing."
	"Why don't you just take some of Marvin's diapers home with you 
and let Ryan try them tonight?" Heidi suggested.
	"Ryan doesn't wet all the time like he used to," Lani said, 
hesitant to accept Heidi's offer for Lani's brother Ryan.
	"Well, better for him to have them on and not need them that 
night-- than the other way around," Heidi said, hoping to persuade Lani 
to take some diapers with her.
	"Okay," Lani agreed after giving it some thought. "I'm sure he'd 
be willing to try them if I talk him into wearing them. Does he have to 
wear them as thickly as your brothers wear them?"
	"Well, no," Heidi answered. "But the only way the plastic pants 
will fit him is to put a lot of diapers on him. Besides, if your brother 
gets to where he likes being in diapers, I'm sure he'll want to start 
wearing them very thickly since they'll become so fun and enjoyable for 
him to wear."
	"Do you think that will happen to him?" Lani asked.
	"I'm sure it will," Heidi said confidently. "I read about it on 
the Internet all the time."
	"I think after Ryan wears diapers for a couple nights, he'd be 
just be happy to wake up in a dry bed for once," Lani said.
	"I'll let you take some with you and you can sneak them in your 
house in your book bag. Let's go get some."
	The two girls walked by the diapered boys as they went towards the 
stairs.
	"Mind if I show Lani your room?" Heidi asked her brothers.
	"Not at all, go ahead," Marvin replied.
	"You mind if she borrows a few diapers?" Heidi asked Marvin.
	"For my brother," Lani quickly added with emphasis that they were 
not for her.
	"Sure," Marvin agreed. "Does your brother wear them, too?"
	"No, but he should, he's a bedwetter," Lani said. She stopped and 
briefly explained to Marvin her brother's situation. Marvin felt that 
Ryan was in definite need of diapers and was willing to loan out some 
diapers for Ryan to try.
	"Let him keep them," Marvin said. "I got plenty of diapers."
	"Me too!" Max said. "I have lots of diapers!" he said proudly.
	"They have plenty of diapers, trust me!" Heidi emphasized.
	Heidi then took Lani upstairs into the boy's bedroom. She was just 
as surprised as any first-time guest to see that their room was 
decorated like a nursery and featured two large cribs and a changing 
table. She winced as she got a breath of the dirty diaper odor that 
pervaded the air in the boys' room.
	"My gosh!" she exclaimed. "This is your brothers' bedroom?"
	"Of course," Heidi said. "My Dad decorated it this way for them."
	"Your brothers sleep in cribs and everything!" Lani said. "This is 
incredible! They're just like babies!"
	"Just wait until you see all the diapers they have!" Heidi said.
	Heidi then went to the diaper cabinet and opened it up. Lani was 
presented with stack upon stack of white cloth diapers, all of them 
neatly folded and solidly packed two stacks deep from the front to the 
back of the deep cabinet. There were also several pairs of plastic 
pants, packages of disposable diapers, and other supplies stored inside 
of the large unit. Nancy grabbed one of her homemade diapers to show to 
Lani.
	"You think he'd wear one of these?" Heidi asked her friend.
	"I don't know, that sure is a thick diaper," Lani said. "Where did 
you get a diaper that thick, anyway?"
	"I made it," Heidi said proudly.
	"You made this diaper?" Lani asked with curiosity.
	"Yeah, I sew, remember?" Heidi said, having talked about her 
hobbies with Lani but never being able to share them with her until now.
	"Yeah, my Mom showed me how to sew when I was little," Heidi 
continued. "I made my first diapers for Marvin and Max when I was nine."
	"I mostly make quilts when I sew," Lani said.
	"Maybe you can start making diapers for your brother, too," Heidi 
suggested.
	"Maybe someday," Lani said. "I'll need to convince Ryan to wear 
diapers in the first place."
	Heidi then gave Lani a set of eight of the regular diapers 
instead, their absence having hardly a noticeable effect on the 
remaining supply of diapers in the cabinet. She also gave Lani two pairs 
of plastic pants, some diaper pins, and a half-full container of powder 
and some wipes.
	"I can give you more diapers if you think your brother will need 
them," Heidi offered to Lani.
	"This is about all I can fit in my bag," Lani said as she had 
brought her book bag upstairs with her to stuff the diapers into it. "I 
can always get more later."
	"I'd have him wear four diapers," Heidi suggested to Lani. "Then 
use the other four on him while the others are being washed."
	Meanwhile, the boys were downstairs and they had moved from the 
television to the computer. Their cartoons had gotten over with for the 
say and they decided to surf the Internet and show Carl some of the 
diaper web sites.
	"I've seen some of these," Carl said. "I don't get to look at them 
for very long since I don't want to get caught. I wish I could have more 
time to get all the stories."
	"Would you like some stories?" Marvin offered.
	"Yeah, sure, I just have a few that I've printed," Carl said.
	"Which ones would you like?" Marvin asked Carl.
	"Uh, gee, I gotta go poop!" Carl groaned.
	"'I Gotta Go Poop?'" Marvin questioned, thinking Carl was 
referring to a story title. "Where did you see that one?"
	"No, I mean *I* have to poop, a major dump!" Carl said.
	"Well, you *are* in diapers," Tommy said to Carl. "You'll have to 
let it out sooner or later."
	"I've never pooped in a diaper before," Carl said. "Since I was 
little, that is," he added.
	"Well, just go, and when it comes to changing time, Heidi will 
clean you up," Marvin said.
	"Okay, but it's going to stink," Carl warned them.
	"Carl," Marvin said as he put his hand on his shoulder. "All of 
our poop stinks, but we're all used to it, right Max?"
	"Yep! I just went poop in mine, and you didn't even smell it, did 
you?!"
	"No," Carl said. "I guess when you're diapered like you are, the 
smell doesn't get through."
	"And you're diapered just like the rest of us boys here," Tommy 
stated.
	"I don't think I was ready for all this diaper stuff," Carl said, 
embarrassed about the situation he had gotten himself into.
	"Is your dick hard?" Marvin asked Carl.
	"Yeah, it has been since I was put in these diapers," he said.
	"Then you must like wearing them," Marvin said. "You want the 
stories, too, don't you?"
	"Yeah," Carl said.
	"Then just relax, have some fun, that's what you're here for, 
right?"
	"Uh huh," Carl said.
	Carl was then observed making strained expressions on his face. He 
grunted and groaned, indicating to the others that he was releasing the 
big load he had been holding in and hesitant to release into his 
diapers. Everyone watched as he had stood up and bent over to poop into 
his diapers.
	"You did it!" Marvin said. He congratulated Carl by patting him on 
his diapered butt, the underside of the massive diapers now smothered in 
poop.
	"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Tommy said.
	"No, it kind of felt good, in fact," Carl said with a suppressed 
smile. "But now I need to be changed."
	"Me and Max usually wear poopy diapers for a couple hours or more 
before Heidi changes us," Marvin said. "So just sit in 'em awhile. I 
pooped mine right after Heidi diapered me."
	"Are you poopy, Tommy?" Max asked him.
	"Yeah, In fact, I pooped mine while Heidi was feeding me!" Tommy 
said.
	Carl resigned himself to being stuck in poop-filled diapers awhile 
longer before Heidi would finally change him. He adjusted to the gooey 
feel of poop squished into the seat of his diapers and spreading into 
the crotch all the way up to his balls. He returned to the computer and 
viewed diaper web sites with the other boys.
	The girls had come downstairs and they saw the boys all gathered 
around the computer. Because there were only two chairs, Tommy and Carl 
had to stand behind Marvin and Max who were seated at the desk, fully 
exposing their symmetrically diapered rear ends. Heidi could see that 
the boys were looking at diaper web sites and decided to let Lani see 
them, too.
	"Check this out, Lani," Heidi said as she directed her friend over 
to the computer.
	"Step aside, boys," Heidi said as she playfully slapped Tommy and 
Carl on their butts at the same time.
	"What is this?" Lani asked.
	"Diaper web sites!" Heidi said.
	"You're kidding!" Lani said. "You mean people even have web sites 
on wearing diapers?"
	"Of course!" Heidi said. "Compared to some of the other things 
that are on there, the diaper sites are pretty tame."
	Lani watched as Marvin showed her several of his favorite diaper 
web sites. He showed her several pictures and stories as well as other 
peoples' personal accounts.
	"This is amazing," Lani said. "I didn't think there were so many 
people into diapers," she said.
	"Yeah, it's more common than you might think," Marvin said.
	"Show Lani your web site," Heidi suggested to Marvin.
	Marvin went to his own web site and he let Lani see the pictures 
that had been taken of him and Max in their diapers. Recently, Marvin 
had added some that showed him and Max wearing the diapers Heidi made 
for them. The pictures showed them modeling the diapers in various 
poses. Heidi's efforts and craftsmanship were acknowledged on the web 
page with a picture of her sitting at her sewing machine which had been 
taken while she was in the middle of making more diapers.
	Marvin let Lani read part of the lengthy story he had written 
about his life in diapers as well as parts of the one that Max wrote 
about his own diaper experiences
	"Can I show Lani your web site?" Marvin asked Tommy.
	"Sure, go ahead," Tommy replied.
	Tommy's page then came up on the screen and showed several 
pictures of him in diapers along with his story, though it was shorter 
as Tommy only had six months of diaper experiences to tell about as 
opposed to nearly thirteen years of it for Marvin and almost eleven for 
Max.
	"Well, guys, thanks for showing me your web pages," Lani said to 
the boys. "They were quite interesting. My brother ought to see these 
web sites."
	"Why's that?" Marvin asked.
	"Well, I just think if he knew that other boys his age wore 
diapers, he wouldn't be so afraid to try wearing them. I'd also like to 
show them to my Mom so she'll be convinced that older kids wear diapers, 
too."
	"I'll give you a list of web sites," Marvin offered to Lani.
	"Thanks, Marvin," Lani said, "but, well, you see, we don't have a 
computer."
	"Well, then bring Ryan over here sometime," Heidi suggested.
	"Sure, we'll arrange a time," Lani said. She and Heidi then joined 
the four boys as they showed Lani more of their favorite diaper web 
sites, most of which featured pre-teen and teen boys in diapers as well 
as sites belonging to adult males who liked diapers. The more Lani saw 
these sites, the more she wanted to diaper her bedwetting brother.
	At about 6:00 it was time for everyone to get going. Tommy still 
had his homework to do, but he called his mother and she told him he 
could stay at Marvin's house and have dinner with his family as long as 
he did his homework while he was there. Carl was expected to be home at 
that time and he could not stay, while Lani wanted to get home and have 
dinner before her mother took off for work that night.
	"Would you like to change Carl out of his diapers?" Heidi offered 
to Lani so she could get a trial run on diapering her brother.
	"Sure," Lani said.
	Carl then went up the stairs with Heidi and Lani walking right 
behind him and looking at his heavily diapered rear end as he walked. 
The girls thought about how underneath the surface of all his seemingly 
clean, white diapers was a big, stinky pile of poop waiting to be taken 
care of.
	Carl lay on the changing table, feeling his heart thumping in his 
chest. He felt so confused as he knew how much he enjoyed wearing 
diapers and how much more he enjoyed having Heidi, and now Lani, there 
in the room to see him in his diapers. He especially liked Lani as she 
reminded him of the Winnie character-- though a little more plump-- that 
he saw when he watched "The Wonder Years" re-runs on television, a girl 
he had often idolized. The Kevin and Wayne characters on "The Wonder 
Years" also reminded Carl of the constant bouts he had with his brother 
Mitchell.
	At the same time, Carl had a hard time getting used to being 
around everyone in diapers.
	"You're really nervous, Carl," Heidi said. "I can feel your pulse. 
Just relax."
	Heidi observed as Lani worked on changing Carl's diapers. Lani 
began pulling off Carl's plastic pants and then unpinning the layers of 
diapers that had been wrapped so tightly around him. The diapers were 
wet as Heidi expected them to be. She wasn't surprised to see that Carl 
had also pooped in his diapers. The poop odors wafted into Lani's face 
and gave her the dry heaves.
	"Are you okay?" Heidi asked Lani, afraid that she would puke from 
the foul smell.
	"I'm okay," Lani said. "You'd think after baby-sitting I'd be used 
to this," she said. "I haven't baby-sat in three years, and when I did, 
I never dealt with such big bottoms to wipe up, just babies and 
toddlers, oh, and one six-year-old boy who was still in diapers."
	"Phhheww, that stinks!" Lani exclaimed as she fanned her hand in 
front of her face. Carl became embarrassed.
	"I forgot what a poopy butt smelled like!" Lani said. "I haven't 
done any baby-sitting in awhile."
	"You learn to deal with it all over again," Heidi assured Lani.
	"I just hope my brother only pees in his diapers," Lani said. "I 
hated changing poopy diapers."
	"Well, if Ryan doesn't poop in his diapers, too, then he's not 
fully using a diaper the way it was meant to be used," Heidi stated.
	Lani held her breath as she began wiping Carl's bottom and 
cleaning off the heavy layer of stinky poop. Once she had the soft, 
tender skin of his butt and his crotch clean she powdered him up. Lani 
tried to repress a smile as she generously smothered Carl's balls in 
powder, knowing that this must have felt really good to him while she 
was sprinkling it on him and encircling his hard-on.
	"Just fold them like this...then this...and then this," Heidi 
demonstrated to Lani how to fold the diapers.
	"That looks easy enough," Lani said.
	"Wait!" Carl said as he didn't expect to be put into more diapers 
at this time.
	"I'm going home after this, I can't wear any diapers now."
	"Sure you can, Carl!" Heidi said. "We'll only put two of them on 
you this time so you can still wear your shorts. That way you can sneak 
some more home with you."
	"Okay," Carl agreed. "But just the diapers, I already have plastic 
pants at home, and I don't want anyone to hear me wearing them."
	"No problem," Heidi told him. "Okay, Lani, diaper him up!"
	Lani folded the diapers just as Heidi had demonstrated to her. She 
put the two diapers together and brought them over to Carl. She looked 
at Carl's big erection and had never seen a boy with as large of a penis 
as Carl's. Her brother Ryan hadn't reached puberty when she last saw him 
naked, and her father didn't live with her as he was divorced.
	Lani stuck the diapers underneath Carl's bottom and she brought 
them up over his stomach, enshrouding his penis in the heavy cloth. 
Heidi helped her with pinning them on. Within a few minutes Carl was re-
diapered, and while they were much thinner than the huge set of diapers 
that was pinned on him earlier, the two diapers were still quite thick.
	"See, not much to it, huh?" Heidi said to Lani.
	"No, that was easy," Lani said.
	 "My brother's probably wondering where I am right now," Carl 
said. "But I don't care about him anyway, he's a jerk."
	"Well, call him over, and then we'll put him in diapers, too!" 
Heidi said.
	"I don't think so!" Carl said. "You don't know my brother 
Mitchell. And besides, he does not know a thing about this! Please, 
whatever you do, don't tell my brother or my parents!" Carl emphasized 
pleadingly.
	"Okay, okay!" Heidi said as she tried to get Carl to calm down.
	"Let me go get your shorts," Heidi told Carl as she and Lani left 
the bedroom.
	Carl was by himself for the first time since he had been put into 
diapers that afternoon. He wanted to jack off so badly at this point. He 
lay down on the floor and began rubbing his hard-on through his diapers. 
He thought about the things he had just been through that day, going 
around in diapers all afternoon and peeing and pooping in them. He 
recalled the way Heidi first diapered him and then cleaned him up ,and 
how Lani diapered him. He imagined what he must have looked like when he 
had been diapered up much more heavily. He was alone with his feelings 
and he could explore them freely now without any inhibitions. Within 
minutes he was having the most glorious orgasm he had experienced in his 
blossoming pubescence.
	As Heidi returned to Marvin's and Max's bedroom, she heard Carl 
moaning and groaning to his orgasmic pleasures. Knowing that he would 
have freaked on her had he known that she was aware of his masturbating, 
she respectfully waited outside of the room and then entered a couple 
minutes later with Carl's shorts and his underwear. Carl folded his 
briefs and stuffed them down into his diapers so he wouldn't be seen 
carrying his jockey shorts when he got back home. He then slipped his 
shorts on and went downstairs.
	Carl thanked Heidi and Marvin for inviting him over and apologized 
to them for his "not being ready" to wear diapers with the other boys.
	"It's okay, you just need a few days to get used to it, that's 
all," Heidi said, smiling as she affectionately patted Carl on the back.
	"Just come over a few more times, and soon you'll be just like my 
brothers, and Tommy; he was like you once."
	Carl then took off for home and headed out the door. He had about 
a mile or so to walk. Lani decided that she would need to be leaving for 
home, too, as she knew her mother would have dinner ready for her and 
Ryan before she left for work. Lani told each of the boys that she was 
glad to have met them all and she would be back again. She assured them 
that they did not need to be embarrassed about being in diapers around 
her, even though none of them were.
	"I'll get used to seeing my brother in diapers, anyway," she 
thought to herself as she began getting the same sort of feelings that 
Heidi felt when she diapered her own brothers.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 33
------------------------------

	When Carl got home that evening he was immediately confronted by 
his brother Mitchell, who was playing basketball outside in the 
driveway.
	"Where the hell you been all day?" Mitchell asked Carl.
	"Why do you want to know?!" Carl asked, annoyed by his brother's 
nosiness. "Do you have to know *everything* about my life?!"
	"Yes, I do!" Mitchell replied, but gave no valid reason, he was 
just being obnoxious to Carl as he always was.
	"Well, I'm not telling you where I went, so there!" Carl replied 
as he childishly stuck his tongue out at Mitchell. Carl then went into 
the house, only for Mitchell to stop him in his tracks.
	"What do you have on under your shorts?" Mitchell asked, this 
time, noticing that Carl had a little something "extra" beneath his 
shorts.
	Pressed for a quick answer, Carl just blurted out, "Underwear, 
what else?" He then he ran into the house, fearing that this incident 
would lead to a further confrontation that would ultimately force him to 
reveal that he was wearing diapers.
	Carl got into the house and decided that he should take his 
diapers off to avoid being caught wearing them. He quickly unfastened 
the pins and let the diapers drop to the floor along with his underpants 
that he had stuffed inside of his diapers. He scooted the diapers 
underneath his bed with his foot and then he picked up his underwear. 
Just as he was putting it on, Mitchell barged into the room.
	"Hello, does the word 'knock' mean anything to you, Mitchell?!" 
Carl said as he quickly bent over to cover his privates.
	"Why? It's not like you have anything to hide down there!" 
Mitchell said.
	"And how would you know?" Carl snapped back.
	"Yeah, you're right, Carl," Mitchell said. "You must have 
*something* to wank with since you do it all the time!"
	"What, and you don't?" Carl said back to him as he turned his bare 
rear end to Mitchell and pulled his underpants up. Carl had a nervous, 
guilty look on his face.
	"What are you hiding, Carl?"
	"Nothing!" Carl answered defensively. "Why are you acting so 
suspicious?"
	"Something's up, Carl," Mitchell said. "I don't know what it is, 
but I'll find out."

                               ***

	Lani had gotten home just in time to get dinner and to see her 
mother off before she departed for work. Lani was always left in charge 
of her little brother while their mother was at work, and for the most 
part, he respected Lani and understood her role of being responsible for 
him. This time, however, he protested when Lani told him to take his 
bath at just after 7:00 that evening.
	"But it's too early!" Ryan complained.
	"It doesn't matter when you take it, does it?" Lani said to Ryan. 
"You'll just have to take it later."
	"Okay," Ryan said. "But why now?"
	"I have my reasons," Lani said, thinking about the diapers she was 
about to have her brother wear.
	Ryan got up from the couch and he went into the bathroom where he 
stripped off his clothes and jumped into the bathtub. While he was 
taking his bath, Lani took the diapers out of her book bag and set them 
out on the living room floor. She folded up the diapers and stacked them 
just like she had been shown by Heidi. She had several diaper pins ready 
as well as the big, crinkly plastic pants. Lani then went to the 
bathroom door and waited outside as Ryan continued with his bath.
	When Ryan finished, he came out of the bathroom holding a towel 
around his otherwise naked body. He was surprised to find that Lani was 
standing there and waiting for him.
	"Could you move, please?" Ryan asked his sister, who was blocking 
the hallway. "I need to get to my room!"
	"Not yet!" she said.
	"What is going on?" Ryan demanded. "I need to get dressed!"
	Lani then quickly reached for Ryan's towel and pulled it away from 
him. As he was not expecting her to do this, he didn't have a tight grip 
on the towel and as a result, Lani was able to free it from his hand. 
She then tossed the towel out into the living room. Ryan became 
embarrassed and he quickly covered up his privates.
	"Lani!" Ryan screamed when he realized that his sister saw him 
naked. He decided that he'd rather expose his butt to Lani than his 
genitals, so Ryan scampered towards the towel to retrieve it.
	"Gee, Ryan, it's not the first time I've seen you naked!" she 
said. "By the way, you have a cute butt!"
	"Lani!" Ryan yelled again, feeling even more embarrassed. Ryan 
then bent over to pick up the towel. As he wrapped it around his body 
again, he noticed the diapers that Lani had laid out.
	"What's all of this?" Ryan asked as he pointed to the pile of 
diapers on the floor.
	"The end of your bedwetting!" Lani stated.
	"These are diapers!" Ryan said as he picked up one of them.
	"Yeah, and you're going to wear them!" Lani said.
	"I'm not wearing diapers, Lani!" Ryan protested.
	"Oh, and you're going to wake up in a wet bed instead?"
	"What difference does it make? I'll feel wet either way!" Ryan 
said, sounding frustrated over the entire ordeal.
	"Yeah, but it'll be a lot easier if you just wear diapers!"
	"Diapers are for babies!" Ryan shouted.
	"Poof! You're a baby!" Lani said as she pretended to be holding a 
magician's wand and swiftly waving it before her in a similar manner.
	"Lani, you serious?" Ryan questioned.
	"No, I got these diapers for the cat so I won't have to change the 
litter box anymore!" Lani said, exercising her quick wit and sarcasm, a 
side of Lani that most people never saw because of her shyness.
	"Of course I'm serious!" Lani asserted. "Now drop the towel and 
get your butt over here!"
	"I'm not wearing diapers, all right??!!" Ryan hollered.
	"Ryan!" Lani shouted. "Let's talk about this for a moment!" she 
demanded. Ryan ran to his room to get away from Lani. He shut his door, 
only to have Lani barge in and open it before he had a chance to lock 
it.
	"Ryan! Stop it!" Lani yelled as her brother nervously cringed in 
the corner, gripping tightly onto the towel.
	"Now come on! You're making a big deal out of this whole thing! So 
I got you some diapers! How are they any different than wearing your 
underpants like you do every night and just about all the time on the 
weekends? The diapers are just thicker."
	"But, I thought diapers were only for babies!" Ryan shouted, 
though more quietly his voice weakening from his increasing fear.
	"Nonsense! A lot of bedwetters wear diapers, too!" Lani said. 
Seeing that she was gaining the upper hand on getting her brother to 
calm down, she prepared to talk to him about wearing diapers.
	"Now, I am going to stand here and I won't let you leave this 
corner until you promise me that you will try wearing diapers tonight."
	Ryan nodded his head.
	"Is that a promise?" Lani asked Ryan. He nodded his head, but 
didn't say anything.
	"I want to hear you say 'yes.'"
	"Y-y-yes," Ryan answered.
	"Okay, now, let's go sit down on your bed and talk about it first; 
you can leave your towel around you."
	Ryan walked over to his bed and took a seat on it. Lani sat next 
to him.
	"You know my friend Heidi from school?" Lani started.
	"Yeah, what about her?" Ryan asked.
	"Well, she has two brothers, and both of them wear diapers."
	"Are they bedwetters, too?" Ryan asked.
	Lani paused briefly and said, "well, yeah, you could say they're 
bedwetters, but they're a lot more than that, but that's beside the 
point for now."
	"What? You mean they wear diapers all the time?"
	"Yes, and they don't mind it a bit. Her brothers have a couple of 
friends who wear diapers, too. These boys are about 12 or 13, same age 
as you. Now, let me ask you, do they sound like babies to you?"
	"No," Ryan answered.
	"Okay, and do they wear diapers?" Lani asked him.
	"Yeah, if you say they do," Ryan replied.
	"I'm saying they do," Lani said back. "Therefore, do only babies 
wear diapers?"
	"I guess not," Ryan answered.
	"I met these boys today when I went to Heidi's house. I think if 
you got a chance to meet them, you'd be more comfortable about wearing 
diapers."
	"Okay, but why are you having me wear them now?" Ryan asked.
	"Because I think it's the only effective way to deal with your 
bedwetting," Lani said.
	"The doctors have tried everything on you: medication, nasal 
sprays, alarms, even hypnosis! None of it has worked, and you keep 
waking up in a wet bed!"
	"Don't remind me!" Ryan started to cry.
	"Look, Ryan, face the facts, you are a bedwetter, and you may 
never overcome it, but you are not the only one who wets his bed! And if 
you wear diapers, you certainly won't be the only one who does, and not 
counting babies, either, of course."
	At this point Ryan resigned himself to being in diapers tonight. 
After giving it some thought, he decided that wetting diapers and 
keeping his bed dry sounded like a better idea. Before he agreed to get 
up and go out to the living room, he asked Lani, "What if Mom finds 
out?"
	"Well, we'll just have to keep it a secret, because I don't want 
her to yell at me for having you wear them. She's probably going to find 
out soon enough anyway, and then that's when I'll tell her that you've 
been wearing diapers, and maybe she'll also understand that diapers 
aren't just for babies!"
	The discussion between Ryan and Lani ended at that point. Ryan 
went out to the front room and he waited for Lani.
	"Okay, now you'll need to drop the towel," Lani said to her 
brother, who was shaking nervously. He let the towel drop just as he 
moved his hands in front of his genitals.
	"Now, now," Lani said. "You do realize that I have to see your boy 
parts, too," Lani said.
	"Just lie down and lift your legs and spread them apart," Lani 
said.
	Ryan still kept his hands cupped over his genitalia until Lani 
pulled them away."
	"Ryan," Lani sighed, trying to maintain her patience, even though 
she could understand her brother's shyness about letting his sister see 
his exposed dick and balls.
	"Get used to it," she said as she dumped some powder into her palm 
and then began spreading it around Ryan's crotch.
	"What is that stuff?" Ryan asked.
	"This is powder, you don't want to get a rash, do you?"
	"No, not especially," Ryan muttered.
	Lani continued to rub the powder back and forth from Ryan's butt 
up to his tender little balls. As she expected, Ryan's penis developed 
an erection from the rubbing motions Lani applied to his privates. Lani 
suppressed another smile as she gave Ryan extra attention in his frontal 
crotch region.
	"That wasn't bad, was it?" Lani said to her brother.
	"No," Ryan said. He wanted to tell her that it felt good, but for 
now he was too inhibited to verbally express such feelings.
	At first Ryan thought that he would only be wearing one of the 
diapers. He was amazed to see that Lani was grouping the four of them 
together to form a much thicker quadruple diaper.
	"Do I have to wear all of those diapers?" Ryan asked his sister.
	"Well, it's the only way these will fit, for one thing," Lani said 
as she held up the plastic pants.
	"I'm gonna be wearing *those*, too?" Ryan exclaimed, amazed at the 
size of the plastic pants.
	"They'll keep the wetness from your diapers in," Lani explained. 
"And besides, at least you *know* your bed will stay dry tonight in 
*these* diapers!"
	Lani pulled the first of the diapers up into Ryan's crotch. She 
made sure that they were in his crotch as tightly as possible. She then 
pinned up the sides, again ensuring a tight fit.
	"That's kinda tight," Ryan commented.
	"They need to be that way," Lani said to him. "You'll get used to 
it."
	Lani then proceeded to layer on the other three diapers, forming a 
very thick, bulky pack of dense cloth that filled in Ryan's crotch and 
encircled his body around his waist. The diapers also covered his entire 
stomach in the front and a good portion of his back as well as his butt.
	"These are awfully big diapers," Ryan commented as he looked down 
at his diaper-covered front and saw that his belly-button was covered by 
the diapers, which ran about two inches above it.
	"Where did you get these diapers, anyway?" Ryan asked his sister.
	"I got them from Heidi," she said. "These are some of the ones her 
brothers wear."
	"You mean, I'm wearing *used* diapers?" Ryan remarked.
	"Relax, they've been thoroughly washed," Lani assured him. She put 
his plastic pants on over the big, thick diapers she had just put her 
brother in. The plastic pants covered all of his diapers as the 
waistband circled his body just below his chest. The legbands were 
gripping his body snugly just below where his legs met his waist.
	"That's it!" Lani said as she watched her brother walk around in 
his diapers. He took off his shirt and slipped on the pajama top that he 
had worn to bed.
	"Go look in the mirror," Lani told her brother. She led Ryan into 
her bedroom where she had a long mirror on the inside of her bedroom 
door. She stood next to him.
	"What do you think?" Lani asked Ryan.
	"This is embarrassing," he said. "I'm actually wearing diapers."
	"Look, you and I are the only ones here," Lani assured her 
brother. "Now turn around and see what you look like from behind."
	Ryan turned himself around and looked over his shoulder. He noted 
how the diapers padded up his rear end so heavily. He had to agree that 
it looked like his underwear, but thicker, much, much thicker.
	"Yeah, and no skid marks, either," Lani added.
	"My butt looks so big!" Ryan exclaimed.
	"Of course it does; diapers do that," Lani said to Ryan.
	"Yeah, but, I mean..."
	"That's nothing!" Lani said to Ryan. "You should have seen the 
diapers that Heidi's brothers and their friends all had on!"
	"What about them?" Ryan asked Lani, curious to know what she was 
talking about.
	"They were wearing *ten* diapers each!" she said.
	"Ten?!! Ten diapers??!!" Ryan exclaimed.
	"You wanna talk about some big-looking butts!" Lani said as she 
motioned with her hands to describe the immense bulk that padded the 
boys' derrieres.
	"Why were they wearing so many diapers?" Ryan asked.
	"Because they all like to wear diapers," Lani said.
	"They *like* to wear diapers?" Ryan asked. "How is that?"
	"They just do, some boys really love being in diapers!"
	"I don't know," Ryan said hesitantly. "They are kind of nice, 
they're warm, they're soft, awfully thick, though."
	"Yeah, well, that's what helps make them warm and soft," Lani 
remarked.
	"Have you done your homework?" Lani asked her Ryan.
	"Uh huh," he answered.
	"Let's see it," Lani told him as it was her responsibility to make 
sure her brother kept up on his studies. Ryan waddled away to his room 
and grabbed his book bag and brought it out to Lani. She thumbed through 
his assignments and looked them over, mainly just to see that he had 
produced some work. Satisfied that he had completed his assignments, she 
told him that she would watch a movie with him.
	"Go pick one out, I'll pop up some popcorn and I'll be right 
there," Lani said, watching her little brother's deeply diapered 
backside bouncing up and down as he walked to the video cabinet. He 
selected a movie that their mother had watched, but neither he nor Lani 
had seen.
	About an hour or so into the movie, after both Lani and Ryan had 
consumed a great deal of popcorn and soda, Ryan complained that he 
needed to go to the bathroom.
	"Well, since you're in diapers, you may as well use them," Lani 
said to her brother.
	"But I only need them for bedwetting!" he said. "Why did you put 
me in diapers so early?"
	"I thought you needed some time to get used to them," Lani said, 
though she really just wanted to see him go around in diapers and enjoy 
it for a few hours before bedtime.
	"Can you take them off me, so I can go, and then you can put them 
back on when it's bedtime."
	"Well, Ryan, it's after 8:00, and bedtime will be coming around 
before you know it," Lani said.
	Ryan realized that he was probably not going to get out of wearing 
diapers at this point, and making a big issue of it would likely stir up 
more commotion, so he resigned himself to being in diapers for the rest 
of the evening. After hesitating to use the diapers in the presence of 
his sister, he let his urine go and he started peeing into the diapers. 
The warm fluid gushed around his genitals and dripped down into his 
crotch. The cloth layers soaked up the pee and drew it away from his 
moist skin. The diapers felt wet and squishy after he finished peeing in 
the diapers.
	"Can you change me, please?" Ryan humbly asked his sister.
	"You only have one more set of diapers, so those will need to last 
you," Lani said.
	"You mean, I have to wear these the rest of the night?"
	"Of course, why do you think I put so many diapers on you?"
	Ryan realized that arguing with Lani about anything concerning his 
diapers would not do him any good. He expected to be stuck in the wet 
diapers all night, at least until the movie was about to get over with, 
which was when Ryan needed to poop.
	Ryan only expected to need his diapers for wetting, but knowing 
that his diapers were well-pinned into him and he was just as heavily 
padded in the rear, he figured that he was expected to poop his diapers, 
too, at least this one time. It was during a climactic scene of the 
movie when Ryan released his bowel movement into his diapers. His poop 
spewed out from his butt very wetly and voluminously, pouring into the 
entire seat of his diaper. The strong smell filled the air.
	"Did you just poop your diaper?" Lani asked Ryan.
	"Yeah, what was I supposed to do? You won't let me take them off."
	"No, I just didn't expect to have to deal with a poopy mess in 
your diaper so soon, but I suppose I would have had to deal with it 
sooner or later."
	"Okay, so will I be changed before bedtime?" Ryan asked Lani.
	"Your bedtime tomorrow night, maybe," Lani said, again being 
sarcastic.
	"Lani!" Ryan complained. "You don't mean that, do you?" Ryan said, 
being the gullible type he was.
	"What do you think?" Lani said to her brother. "Just watch the 
rest of the movie and I'll change you before you go to bed."
	What had seemed like the end of the movie several minutes ago 
continued on for a few more scenes before the credits finally rolled. At 
long last Ryan could be changed out of the stinky filth clinging to the 
inside of his diapers. Lani led him back into his room, where he got on 
his bed and let Lani change him.
	Lani stripped off Ryan's diapers and expected the worst, and she 
got the worst. The sight, the smell and the feel of cleaning up his 
large bowel movement wasn't an easy job for her as she held her breath 
and tried to imagine that the slimy substance spreading onto her hands 
was something besides her brother's poop. Ryan had poop smeared all over 
his buttocks and up to his balls and around the base of his penis. He 
had held it in for most of the day. Lani could barely stand the smell as 
she cleaned him up.
	After Lani got Ryan's filthy bottom cleaned she powdered him 
heavily and pinned him up in the other set of four diapers. The plastic 
pants were still wet from the last diapers Ryan had on, but they were 
the only pair available, so Lani slipped them on over the white cloth 
mass tightly wrapped around Ryan's loins. She tucked her freshly 
diapered brother into bed and turned out the light. As Ryan lay in his 
bed that night, feeling his thickly diapered bottom press up against 
him, he felt assured of waking up in a dry bed the next morning, no 
matter how much he wet. The diapers felt so good.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 34
------------------------------

	Easter Sunday, Tommy and his family went to traditionally met at 
the home of his Uncle Mike and Aunt Judy and joined them in attending 
their church and its Easter services. It was about the only day of the 
year on which Tommy and his family entered any such house of worship. In 
fact, Adam's family didn't attend church regularly, either, though more 
frequently than Tommy's family.
	Mike, Judy and Adam lived in a small town where everybody knew 
each other, and if one were to not even attend church on Easter, 
everybody else in the town would recognize the absenteeism. Only on 
Easter and on a few other occasions would Adam and his family attend 
church.
	Their town was small and quaint, its practices and customs 
conservative. There was only one church, and it was quite traditional 
and its dress code expected its attendees to show up in traditional 
church attire, none of which Tommy had. For Tommy, his "Sunday best" was 
usually just a bunch of thick diapers and a T-shirt as he and Nancy 
usually remained home on Sunday. Today, Tommy would be wearing his 
overalls and the nicest shirt he had in his wardrobe since it was about 
the only such clothes he had. Nancy, however, had a nice dress to wear 
for such occasions.
	When Tommy and his family arrived at his Uncle Mike's and Aunt 
Judy's house, everyone was just about to get ready to go to the church. 
Adam's mother was rushing to get him ready. She was in the middle of 
changing his diapers when Tommy entered the house.
	"Just have a seat," Tommy's Aunt Judy said. "I need to get Adam's 
diapers changed; he had another sudden bowel movement in his diapers."
	"Not to worry, I understand," Tommy's mother, Ellen, told Judy, as 
Tommy's mother gently patted Tommy on his forehead.
	Tommy watched as Adam's mother, decked out in a large, showy 
dress, ran through the house hurriedly with a pile of dirtied diapers in 
her hands, the sight of which appealed greatly to Tommy.
	"I see you're still using the cloth diapers on Adam now," Ellen 
said to Judy.
	"Yeah, that's all I use on Adam now. I decided it was better for 
the environment, I don't have to keep buying disposables, there aren't 
any decent brands available here, anyway, and I can use several at a 
time, which Adam needs as he's quite a wetter, and today, he's quite a 
pooper, too."
	"What does he have, diarrhea?" Ellen asked.
	"Yeah, he got a head start on Easter candy last night and I think 
he overdid it."
	Minutes later Adam came out from his bedroom. His blonde, straight 
hair was usually long in the back and uncombed when he had visited 
Tommy, but he had recently gotten a haircut and his hair was wet down 
and neatly combed this time. He had on a suit and tie and some dress 
pants which prominently revealed his thick diapering underneath. It was 
only the second time since Adam had been wearing diapers that he was 
going to church.
	"Mom!" Adam complained as he realized how his heavy diapers were 
so conspicuous beneath his pants.
	"I can't go to church like this!"
	"Well, Adam, since you have diarrhea, you need to be heavily 
diapered since, as you know, I won't be able to change you during Sunday 
School or the sermon. Besides, once you have your dress coat on, nobody 
will probably notice."
	"Why can't I just wear what Tommy's wearing?" Adam whined.
	"Well, because that's just what he has on, now go brush your 
teeth, dear."
	"This is all Tommy has," Tommy's mother explained apologetically. 
"I hope the church won't mind that he isn't more nicely dressed."
	"They've never had a problem with it before," Judy said. "They've 
loosened up the dress code recently to help get more people to come to 
church, so he should be okay. Besides, Tommy's got a good-sized diaper 
bulge of his own underneath those pants of his, so Adam shouldn't feel 
like he's the only one."
	"Yeah, Tommy needs to be thickly diapered all the time now," his 
mother explained as she patted Tommy's rear end. "And he likes it that 
way, too."
	"Well, Adam's doing a lot better about being in diapers," his 
mother reported to Tommy's mother. "Now he likes to wear just his 
diapers around the house, and he even found out that his best friend has 
to wear them, too, so now they've been getting together on weekends and 
having sleepovers. They both look so cute going around in their 
diapers!"
	Tommy was listening very intently to this conversation. He 
recalled from over spring break when Adam was visiting, that he was 
talking about his friend Peter and how Nancy was suggesting ways to find 
out about his friend and why he avoided sleepovers and didn't let Adam 
see his bedroom. Apparently, Nancy's intuition and her suggestions were 
right.
	"Are you talking about Peter?" Tommy interrupted.
	"Yeah, how did you know?"
	"Adam was telling me about Peter when he was visiting."
	"He didn't find out about Peter wearing diapers until just this 
week."
	"Really?" Tommy said. "What happened?"
	"Adam brought Peter over after school one day and Adam showed 
Peter the diapers that he has to wear all the time. So Peter undid his 
pants and showed Adam that he wears diapers, too."
	Tommy became even more intrigued to hear of this new development, 
but he hoped to find out more about it from Adam, who was just emerging 
from the bathroom after having brushed his teeth. Tommy wanted to hear 
his Aunt Judy describe more about what else Adam and Peter did together, 
but his Aunt Judy stopped talking and she had gotten up to help Adam get 
going with them.
	"You sure look sharp, kid!" Adam's mother said as she gently 
pinched him on the cheek and wiped some dried toothpaste of off his 
chin. Adam just glared at her, resenting the gesture.
	"Go tell your father we're ready to leave," Adam's mother said to 
him, patting him on his butt as he ran off to the den where his father 
was sitting down and watching golf on the television.
	Tommy and Nancy both joined Adam's Sunday school class as guests. 
Tommy felt a little out of place as he was significantly older than the 
other ten children, most of whom were about nine or ten years old, and 
that his casual attire clashed so glaringly, even against the other kids 
who were in jeans and T-shirts. Even Adam felt out of place as the 
others in the class knew that he and his family were not frequent 
attendees of the church.
	Adam was asked to introduce Nancy and Tommy to the rest of the 
class. Fortunately for Tommy and Adam, they were allowed to remain 
seated and they didn't have to stand up so everyone could see their 
diapers bulging in their pants. Adam had taken his dress coat off as it 
had become too uncomfortable. Tommy kept looking down in Adam's chair 
and seeing the bulge of his diapers.
	All throughout the lesson, Tommy kept thinking about the pants-
pulling incident that he had only briefly caught word of when his mother 
and his Aunt Judy were talking. He had been asked to read a passage from 
the Bible, and not having been paying attention, Tommy had no idea where 
the others were at in the lesson. The embarrassment and the anxiety 
caused Tommy to wet his diapers. Tommy was relieved that in Sunday 
School he didn't get yelled at for not paying attention like he did in 
his regular school. The instructor kindly assisted him to locate the 
right page.
	While they were in the middle of another exercise, Tommy watched 
as Adam had a strained look on his face. Adam was trying to be as 
discreet as possible as he felt a wet bowel movement about to pour into 
the back of his diapers. In spite of Adam's efforts to keep any such 
evidence of his bowel movement hidden, he passed a loud, bubbly fart, 
which, even though muted greatly by his diapers, still caught the 
attention of the other kids who looked at him, but respectfully 
maintained their silence. Only a minor trace of the odor could be 
detected.
	After Sunday School was dismissed, Tommy, Nancy and Adam joined 
their parents in the church sanctuary. Over the next hour or so the 
congregation prayed, sang hymns and read passages from the Bible. 
Tommy's mind drifted as the preacher droned on at his podium. He tuned 
out the monotone voice booming in the background of his mind as he 
couldn't stop thinking about what he heard had happened to Adam at 
school. He was especially curious to find out how this kid who pulled 
his pants down became his best friend. He couldn't wait for the sermon 
to end so he could get back to Adam's house and get his Easter candy and 
eat dinner as well as talk to Adam about his new diapered friend.
	Later on, Tommy could hear a muffled, wet farting sound from Adam. 
Tommy tried to keep a straight face as he sat still in the large, open 
sanctuary amid dozens of others. Adam, too, tried not to make any facial 
expressions to indicate what he had done. Tommy shifted his eyes and 
glanced at Adam, whose face had turned very red. Seconds later came the 
telltale smell of Adam's latest diarrhea spew.
	"Kind of gives the word 'pew' a whole knew meaning," Tommy thought 
to himself.
	Adam could not hold still as he was uncomfortable by having to sit 
in one place with a diaper full of poop. Tommy heard another wet fart, 
muffled by diapers, from Adam. Adam whispered into his mother's ear that 
his diapers were getting messy.
	"He's just about done, dear," Adam's mother told her son. While 
the sermon only lasted another ten minutes or so, Adam thought it was 
the longest sermon he had ever had to sit through.
	"And now, let's bow our heads for a closing prayer," finally came 
the preacher's words, indicating to Tommy that soon he and his family 
would be going back to Adam's house. Adam knew it would mean a long-
awaited diaper change.
	Upon their return to Adam's house, Adam was immediately taken out 
of his stuffy church clothes and his well-soiled diapers were changed. 
Seeing that Adam's bowels were still active, his Mom kept him in extra 
thick diapers for the rest of the day. Adam had no pants that would fit 
over such bulky diapers, though Adam had gotten used to wearing just his 
diapers and a shirt around the house, anyway. His mother felt that this 
was easier to check him and change him without having to bother with his 
pants each time. Adam also got to liking to be in just his diapers so as 
long as visitors didn't appear except for Tommy and his family, or his 
friend Peter. The only objections Adam had to having to go without pants 
on this day was that his grandparents would see him in diapers again.
	"They've seen you in diapers before, Adam," his mother reminded 
him, "and they'll see you again and again, so you might as well just get 
used to it."
	Tommy was also changed out of his diapers as he had also pooped in 
his a great deal. Tommy opted to go without his pants and went around in 
just his diapers along with Adam. The two boys stayed in the back yard 
and tossed a baseball back and forth to each other. Nancy joined them 
later on, the three of them passing the time while waiting for their 
grandparents to show up. After Nancy went back into the house, the boys 
stopped playing and sat down on the patio.
	"So I heard about what happened between you and Peter!" Tommy 
said, finally having a private moment to talk to Adam openly about the 
discovery of his friend wearing diapers.
	"Yeah, Nancy was right about all that!" Adam said. "He didn't want 
to sleep over because he wears diapers and that's why he wouldn't let me 
in his room!"
	Tommy was elated to hear this. He wanted to hear Adam's version of 
how they revealed to each other that they both wore diapers, even though 
he had already heard it from his Aunt Judy.
	"Well, I brought Peter over one day and I asked him, 'can you keep 
a secret?' and he said 'yes,' so I said, 'can you keep a big secret?' 
and he said, 'yes', and so I asked him 'can you keep a *really big* 
secret?', and he said, 'yes'...
	"So when I made him promise me a thousand times that he wouldn't 
tell anybody, I pulled my pants down in front of him and I let him see 
me wearing a diaper! And then you know what he did?"
	"What did he do?" Tommy asked, sensing a hard-on forming inside of 
his diapers.
	"He pulled his pants down and showed me that he was in a diaper, 
too! So then we took our pants off and let us see each other in just our 
diapers!"
	"Do you know why he wears diapers?" Tommy asked Adam.
	"He just said he's always worn them and he's never used a toilet!" 
Adam said.
	"Just like Marvin and Max!" Tommy exclaimed. "I wonder if Peter's 
Daddy is like Marvin and Max's Daddy, since he wears diapers, too," 
Tommy said.
	"I don't know, but Peter just said that he couldn't be potty 
trained when he was little, so that's why he wears diapers now."
	"I hope you can meet him sometime," Adam said. "Maybe today my Mom 
and Dad will let me go over there. I told Peter about you and he said he 
wanted to meet you, too," Adam said.
	"Cool!" Tommy thought as he hoped to meet Adam's little diaper 
friend.
	A few minutes later the grandparents has showed up to join the 
rest of the family. Adam didn't seem to mind so much that his 
grandparents saw him in diapers, though he wasn't eager to flaunt it 
like Marvin and Max would have done.
	While Adam's and Tommy's mothers worked on preparing the dinner, 
the kids were all given their Easter baskets, each of them colorfully 
decorated and brimming with assorted chocolates and other confections 
that would make any dentist drool with visions of dollar signs emanating 
from the candy baskets.
	All of them started unwrapping their chocolate eggs first thing 
until their grandfather stopped them and told them to wait and not spoil 
their appetites for the dinner.
	"The last thing you need is more candy, Adam," his father told 
him. "Unless you like pooping your diapers the way you've been doing 
since last night."
	"Aww, Dad!" Adam complained, feeling embarrassed about his 
father's mentioning that he had diarrhea.
	"Well, when you're in diapers, that's what you do in them," his 
father said. "If you were still using the toilet, I would have said, 
'unless you like sitting on the toilet a lot.'"
	The rest of the day's activities passed without much of anything 
out of the ordinary, other than that Tommy and Adam were both in just 
their diapers for this year's Easter egg hunt in the backyard. The 
family ate their dinner and then had dessert. Tommy and Adam played 
together for awhile afterwards, but after awhile they both became bored.
	Later on, Adam got permission from his parents to go over to 
Peter's house so he could meet Tommy. When Adam called Peter's house, 
his sister answered the phone and she said that it was okay for Adam to 
come over.
	"Well, his sister said we could go over, so let's go."
	"You boys need your diapers changed first?" Tommy's mother asked 
them.
	"I'm just wet, Mommy," Tommy replied.
	"I know my little stinker's more than wet!" Adam's mother said as 
she could smell Adam's poopy diapers. She took him into his room and 
changed him. Tommy could smell the odor as he waited just outside of 
Adam's room. Tommy wanted to watch, but he settled on listening and 
using his imagination.
	Tommy heard the plastic pants being pulled off and being rustled 
as they were set aside. He listened to the sound of Adam's poop clinging 
to his diapers as his mother removed them and exposed the sticky mess. 
Next he heard the wet diapers plop into the pail, followed by the sounds 
of Adam's behind being wiped up. A moment later he heard the powder 
container being set down. Next, Tommy picked up on the way the clean 
diapers sounded as Adam's mother set them down, making a light "whump" 
sound. He heard the pins click into place and then the sound of a clean 
pair if plastic pants being pulled up Adam's legs and around his belly. 
The crisp snap of the elastic waistband meant that Adam was done being 
diapered. He emerged from the room later, wearing a loose, baggy pair of 
jeans. He and Tommy were set to go over to Peter's house.
	Peter's house was just a short walk of about three blocks through 
the quiet neighborhood. When they arrived, a girl came to the door. 
Tommy and Adam walked in and saw the two girls who were Peter's sisters. 
They were both older than Peter as one was eleven and the other one was 
fourteen.
	"Peter! You have company!" shouted Trina, the eleven-year-old girl 
who had answered the door.
	"Is it Adam?" came the little boy's voice from the back of the 
house.
	"Yeah, and he has somebody with him!" Trina shouted back.
	"Who is he?"
	"This is my cousin Tommy," Adam introduced Tommy. Trina relayed 
the information back to Peter.
	"Can they come in?" she asked her brother.
	"Yeah, tell them to come in!" Peter shouted.
	Tommy followed Adam into the house. Tommy immediately recognized 
evidence of a diaper-wearer being in the house. Tommy could smell the 
familiar odors of wet and poopy diapers that were common in his house 
and especially common in Marvin and Max's house. Tommy also noticed that 
Natalie, the fourteen-year-old sister of Peter, was busy folding 
diapers. She kindly introduced herself to Tommy. She looked at Tommy's 
behind and noticed that he was in diapers, just as she had been 
expecting as Adam had told Peter, who in turn had told his sisters about 
Tommy.
	Peter emerged from his bedroom and all he had on were socks that 
came just a couple inches below his knees, a T-shirt and a thick set of 
diapers and plastic pants. He appeared to be nervous about having Tommy 
see him wearing diapers, which Tommy could understand.
	"I hope you don't mind that he's just in his diapers," Trina said. 
"He just goes around like this most of the time."
	"Not at all," Tommy assured her. "I go around in my diapers all 
the time, too, and so do my friends Marvin and Max!"
	"I do it, too," Adam added.
	"Yeah, and so does our brother Peter!" Natalie said as she 
playfully charged towards the little boy and caught him. She picked him 
up and set him on the couch and then she lay on top of him down and 
started tickling him, all in fun. Tommy could see that Peter also 
enjoyed a happy, healthy relationship with his sisters like he did with 
Nancy, and Marvin and Max did with Heidi.
	"Today his name is Peter Cottontail!" Natalie said, as she 
playfully spanked Peter's bottom.
	"You know why we call him that?" Trina said to Tommy.
	"No, why?"
	"Well, his name is Peter, and he's got plenty of cotton on his 
tail, get it?"
	Tommy groaned a little, but he agreed that it was a cute joke and 
one that was fitting for the Easter holiday.
	"Here, have some diapers!" Natalie said as she handed Peter a 
freshly folded stack of diapers to take back to his room.
	"Can Tommy see your room?" Adam asked Peter.
	"I guess," Peter said as he led Tommy and Adam down the hallway. 
It was a very small room with just barely enough room for his bed and 
his dresser. Stacks of diapers were everywhere and there were dirty ones 
piled everywhere, too. The whole room stunk, though it was nothing that 
Tommy couldn't tolerate after smelling his own diapers as well as 
Marvin's and Max's dirty diapers all the time.
	"Can I see your diapers?" Peter asked Tommy. Tommy wasn't afraid 
to let Peter see his diapers, so Tommy pulled his pants down and let 
Peter see his diapers.
	"Wow, you wear some thick diapers!" Peter exclaimed.
	"This is nothing!" Tommy bragged. "You should see what I wear at 
home and especially what we all wear when I get together with my best 
friend and his brother. Either my sister or my friend's sister goes all 
out and puts lots of diapers on us!"
	Tommy took his pants the rest of the way off and Adam followed 
suit. The three boys sat around for a few minutes and they talked about 
diapers. Tommy wanted to jack off so badly after listening to Peter talk 
about how he had been in diapers all his life because he didn't want to 
be potty trained and his mother let him keep wearing diapers instead of 
forcing toilet training on him.
	"Do you guys have a computer?" Tommy asked.
	"No, just at school," Peter said. "And it's really old."
	"Bummer. If you get one, I'd like to exchange e-mail with you and 
tell you about all the cool web sites on diapers!"
	"Adam says you've shown him some diaper web sites," Peter said. 
"I'd like to see them sometime."
	"Maybe you can come with Adam to my birthday party," Tommy 
suggested.
	"When's that?" Peter asked.
	"The end of June," Tommy said. "It's on a Saturday, and I'll have 
friends over that day, and then on Sunday my family will be out, so I 
hope you can come with Adam that day."
	A few minutes later, Peter's mother returned from visiting the 
neighbors across the street. She went back to Peter's bedroom. She 
wasn't surprised to see that Adam was there and in just his diapers, but 
she didn't recognize Tommy, so Adam introduced him.
	"Pleased to meet you, Tommy," the lady said. "So I guess now that 
you, Peter, and Adam, are not the only ones in the world still in 
diapers besides babies."
	"I know four others who wear diapers," Tommy said.
	"I'm glad to see that you boys are starting to find each other and 
give each other support," Peter's mother said. "It helped Peter feel a 
lot better about wearing diapers when he found out Adam wears them. He 
even had his first sleepover ever and he went to Adam's house, and he 
said they had a good time."
	Peter's mother was quite eager to talk about her son's diaper 
experiences, some of which Tommy had already heard from Adam. Tommy 
thought it was interesting that Peter's mother could talk so much about 
her son wearing diapers, so Tommy told her about all of the things that 
had happened to him since his bicycle accident.
	"I can see you've taken this experience and learned to make the 
best of it," Peter's mother said to Tommy.
	There was one question that Tommy still hadn't received an answer 
for-- why Peter was not toilet trained.
	"He just never wanted to be trained," Peter's mother said simply. 
"I didn't force potty training on him and he just never wanted to use 
the toilet, and he told me he hoped that he would always get to wear 
diapers after seeing that other kids had theirs taken away from them 
because of toilet training. He's never had a father to show him toilet 
training, or anything like that, which is why only my daughters use the 
toilet, after watching me and all..."
	Tommy couldn't believe that Peter's mother was so into diapering 
Peter all the time. She took Tommy out to the front room and she started 
showing Tommy all of the pictures she had of Peter, assuring Tommy that 
Peter wanted her to take the pictures and that she didn't take them 
against his will.
	"I think my son is quite happy about wearing diapers because I 
never made toilet training an issue when he told me he wanted to keep 
wearing diapers," Peter's mother said. "I think more mothers need to be 
aware of this and not make a big deal out of it. Some kids would just 
rather wear diapers."
	Tommy realized that he and Adam had been gone for over an hour and 
he needed to get back to Adam's house soon, as Tommy's mother was most 
likely ready to leave. Before he left with Adam, he told Peter's mother 
about his upcoming birthday party and wanted to know if Peter could go 
with Adam that day.
	"Of course he can," she said. "Are your friends Marvin and Max 
going to be there, too?"
	"Of course they will," Tommy replied.
	"I think if Peter meets more boys like you and Adam, then he'll be 
even happier about being in diapers. so I'd really like him to go."
	Tommy got a hug from Peter's mother. Instantly, Tommy felt that 
his relationship with Peter's mother made her seem like an Aunt to her. 
He just didn't know what to call her.
	"My name is Sherry," she said.
	"Uh, can I call you, uh, Aunt Sherry?" Tommy asked her humbly.
	"You can call me that," she said. "You sure are a nice boy, 
Tommy," the lady told him. She smiled as she watched Tommy pull his 
pants over the thick diapers that covered his butt. He and Adam then 
left. By the time Adam and Tommy returned, it was time for Tommy and his 
family to get going. As Tommy sat in the car and listened to the hum of 
the tires and the radio playing low, he thought about how his visit with 
Peter and his mother was the best Easter he ever had.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 35
------------------------------

	Over the last few weeks, Carl had been spending his afternoons 
with Marvin, Max and Tommy. He was starting to get into being in diapers 
with them and he got used to the daily baby treatment, including being 
diapered, of course, being fed and drinking from a bottle. He got in on 
the Internet chat sessions and looking at diaper web sites. He even got 
into taking afternoon naps with the other boys, sharing Marvin's crib 
with Tommy while Marvin joined Max in his crib for.
	Mitchell still could not figure out where Carl was going every day 
after school. He came home at about the same time each evening, just 
before his parents were due home, so Mitchell knew he would have a few 
hours to himself. He decided to go up into Carl's treehouse to find out 
why he had been spending so much of his time up there when he was home.
	Mitchell climbed up the ladder and looked around. He spotted the 
box in which Carl had kept his secret belongings, and Mitchell wanted to 
find out what was in this box. The box was locked, but Mitchell knew 
that the lock could easily be defeated since the hinge was just screwed 
into the wood, a job an ordinary screwdriver could easily take care of.
	Mitchell returned to the treehouse after having retrieved a 
screwdriver from the garage. He carefully twisted the screws loose and 
removed the latch and freed the lid. Just as he lifted the lid off, his 
nose was greeted by the sweet scents of baby diaper fragrances, which he 
thought was unusual, even before he realized what was actually in the 
box.
	Mitchell was expecting to find something like cigarettes, beer, 
and most of all, as far as Mitchell was concerned, porno magazines. He 
was quite surprised to see that this box contained a package of baby 
diapers! He then picked up the stack of papers that had been stuffed 
into the bottom of the box. He looked at the printouts and quickly read 
through them. He couldn't believe that they were stories about boys 
wearing diapers. He located some printouts of the e-mail messages that 
Carl had been getting through his "Closet Baby" name.
	Mitchell continued to sit there in the treehouse so that he could 
pry more into his brother's personal and private life. He read several 
exchanges of e-mail correspondence between him and Tommy as well as 
Marvin and Max.
	"Ah hah, Tommy!" Mitchell thought to himself. He read the printout 
with Tommy's story, which described the bicycle accident, a moment 
Mitchell was very familiar with. Mitchell felt no remorse when he 
realized that Tommy injured his bladder and had to start wearing diapers 
as a result of it. Mitchell thought it was funny, in fact. He was 
especially amused by the photos that Carl had printed of Tommy posing in 
his diapers. He also recognized the pictures of Marvin in his diapers, 
too, and he had seen Max several times at school, as well.
	Mitchell had a good lead on his brother's whereabouts. He put 
everything away just as he had found them in the box and he replaced the 
hinge on the box. Just as he started to come down from the treehouse, he 
looked off in the distance and he could see several boys playing in the 
back yard at Tommy's house. They were Tommy, Marvin, Max, and Carl, as 
the boys had chosen to go to Tommy's house that afternoon. Without the 
binoculars, Mitchell couldn't see them that clearly, but he could barely 
see the white of their diapers from his distance.
	Carl had taken the binoculars back into the house and put them 
away, so Mitchell had to climb down to get them. He returned to the 
treehouse and focused in on the back yard of Tommy's house. Sure enough, 
there were four boys, two of whom Mitchell recognized. First he saw 
Nancy and her friend Dee Anne, and then he saw Tommy's thick-diapered 
butt bouncing around as he chased Carl around the yard. Carl, too, was 
heavily diapered, as were Marvin and Max.
	Mitchell decided that he would take a closer look, so he hopped on 
his bike and he raced down to the bottom of the hill. He coasted into 
the alley and came to a stop just before getting to Tommy's house. The 
same dog that had barked at Carl before was now barking at Mitchell. 
Tommy knew that the dog next door always started barking when someone 
came passing through the alley, but as most people usually kept going, 
Tommy figured that it was just some kid on his bike. Little did he or 
the others know who this particular kid on his bike was, and that he 
didn't keep going past like the others did.
	Mitchell got himself away from the dog and he quietly walked over 
to the gate. He peeked through the crack and saw his own brother donning 
diapers along with Tommy and the other two boys. Mitchell could barely 
contain his elation and his excitement over what he had just found out 
about his own brother, as well as some of the other boys at school that 
he felt were inferior to him.
	Mitchell then went back home, again stirring the dog's attention 
as he headed back to the street and back up the hill. When he got back 
home he returned to the treehouse and opened the box again. He took 
three of the Pampers out of it and took them into the house.
	Mitchell needed to pee at that time, but instead of going to the 
toilet, he went to the bathtub. He laid the three diapers flat in the 
tub, and then he unzipped his pants and started peeing on the diapers, 
making sure all three of them were soaked in piss. He then picked up the 
diapers and squeezed some of the excess urine out of them. He took the 
diapers into Carl's room and stashed them underneath his bed, hoping 
that either his mother or father would find them before Carl spotted 
them underneath there himself. Mitchell went back to the bathroom and 
ran water in the tub to clear the evidence he had left and then he 
washed his hands.
	Later on, after Carl returned home, Mitchell greeted him and he 
tried to act like he didn't know anything about what he had found out, 
but Carl was a little suspicious. Mitchell seemed to be unusually 
friendly and not his usual obnoxious self. In fact, everybody seemed to 
be in an unusually good mood that evening, even the boys' father, in 
spite of the fact that he had a big proposal to submit to his boss the 
following morning. The setting was more like a scene out of "Leave it to 
Beaver" than "The Wonder Years."
	"Good news, dear," Lorraine said to her husband. "Marlene 
transferred, so I'm finally on the early shift!" she said.
	"That's good, honey," the boys' father said to his wife. "Maybe 
you can start spending more time with the boys like they need you to."
	The family sat around the dinner table and they had a good meal, 
and for once, Mitchell didn't say a word to Carl. It seemed like such a 
refreshing change for everyone, that maybe Mitchell had miraculously 
turned over a new leaf. Everyone except for Carl, that is, as he knew 
this was too good to be true. He could sense that Mitchell was up to 
something.
	After Carl finished his dinner he went into the bathroom to take 
his shower. This was the very moment Mitchell had been waiting for.
	"Mom, can I show you something I found under Carl's bed?" Mitchell 
said to his mother.
	"Okay, but may I ask what you were doing in his room in the first 
place?"
	"I smelled something in there, and then I went in to try to find 
out what it was."
	"What, do you think he's been smoking or something?" his mother 
asked, jumping to conclusions.
	"Let me show you," Mitchell said as he led his mother into the 
room. He took her to the bed and pointed out the diapers that he had 
been planted there. Mitchell grabbed one of the wet diapers and showed 
it to her.
	"I think Carl's been wearing these," Mitchell said. His mother was 
surprised to see them.
	"Well, maybe Carl's been wetting his bed and he was too ashamed to 
tell us," she said.
	"I don't think so, Mom! He would have been wetting a long time ago 
and we would have known about it by now! I think he's just been wearing 
them!"
	"Okay, so maybe he is, but he could be having problems and he's 
ashamed to tell us about it, so I'd lay off your brother if I were you."
	"Aw, Mom!" Mitchell whined, feeling frustrated that his scheme was 
not going the way he had hoped for.
	"I really doubt that he's really wetting his bed!" Mitchell said, 
knowing that the diapers were a set-up on his part.
	"Well, whatever the case may be, Mitchell, they're his diapers, so 
why do you care?"
	"I just wanted you to see it, Mom, that's all," Mitchell said. "I 
think Carl's got a problem if he wants to wear diapers like this and he 
needs help," Mitchell said as he feigned concern for Carl's behavior."
	"Well, at least it's not drugs," his mother said, feeling some 
relief.
	At that moment Carl came out from the bathroom in just his 
underwear. He was surprised to see that his mother and Mitchell were 
both standing in his room. He was even more surprised to see that one of 
the Pampers diapers, which he hadn't used in awhile because of his 
visits with Tommy, Marvin and Max, was lying flat on his bed, already 
used!
	"Carl, what's with the diapers?" his mother asked him.
	Carl was speechless. He had no idea how the diaper got there. He 
looked at Mitchell, who was barely able to keep a straight face.
	"I don't know!" Carl said, confused and afraid of what might 
happen.
	"There were three of them under your bed," she told him. "Can you 
tell me why you're wearing them?"
	Carl still couldn't speak as he was still in shock and in fear of 
his mother finding out that he had been wearing diapers. Carl then 
figured out that he was being made to get caught with his diapers. 
Without saying anything, Carl then went under his bed and grabbed the 
other two diapers. They were both still wet.
	"These are wet!" Carl said as he dragged them out.
	"You planted these here, Mitch!" Carl accused his brother.
	"No I didn't!" Mitchell tried to defend himself.
	"Mitchell!" his mother scolded him. "Did you do this?"
	"Yes, Mom, I did," Mitchell confessed. "But let me tell you where 
I found them! They were up in Carl's treehouse!"
	"What were you doing up there?!" Carl snapped. "And what were you 
doing going through my stuff for?!"
	"I thought you had girlie mags or pot or something, you're always 
up there!"
	"Stay out of my stuff!" Carl snapped.
	The boys then broke into a fight. Their mother tried to bring them 
under control, but they were too aggressive for her to intervene. Their 
father, who was busy working on the proposal project he had brought home 
from the office, heard the commotion and he got up from his desk to find 
out what the problem was. He was already overworking himself to meet the 
next day's deadline and he was in a highly stressed state as he stormed 
out of his office.
	"What the hell is going on!!" their father shouted. "Stop it, 
boys! Stop fighting!"
	"I oughtta kick your ass, Mitch!" Carl yelled at Mitchell who had 
Carl pinned to the floor.
	"Hey! Stop! I mean it!" the boys' father shouted. The boys got 
back up from the floor and they kept quarreling and hitting, swearing at 
each other and calling each other names. They knocked stuff all over and 
made a mess of Carl's room. Their father finally stepped in and 
separated them.
	"All right! I want to know what this is about!"
	The boys' father angrily dragged both of them over to the couch 
and threw them down into it. Their mother followed them out to the 
living room and she took her seat. Before the boys were allowed to talk, 
their father asked their mother to tell him what had happened.
	After explaining to him that Mitchell had taken some of Carl's 
diapers from his treehouse and planted them in his room after peeing on 
them, his father wanted to know why this whole matter involved diapers 
in the first place, who got them, and why. Eventually, Carl confessed 
that he had been spending time with Tommy, Marvin and Max every day 
after school.
	Mitchell started snickering and smiling fiendishly at Carl as he 
listened to his father lecture to him about wearing diapers and other 
issues such as his grades, which had been slipping to Ds and Fs from the 
Cs that he was lucky to maintain before. Mitchell calmly sat back and 
took pleasure in having gotten his brother into trouble. Mitchell 
thought that he had come away from this one scot-free and clear of any 
charges until his father began to lay into him for his grades, as well, 
and his aggressive behavior.
	"You're both grounded, boys!" their father said. "For two weeks!"
	Now both boys were sitting still as they looked up at their father 
as he spelled out the terms of their loss of privileges.
	"Now that your mother is off early, she will be picking you boys 
up from school!" their father said. "You are both to work on your 
homework until it is done! I want to see your grades brought up, 
especially you, Mitch; you can't afford to be held back another year. 
There will be no TV and no Internet or computer games, is this 
understood?"
	"Yes," the two boys replied in unison.
	"Do you have any other diapers hidden?" Carl's mother asked him. 
Carl's guilt was overwhelming him at this point and he couldn't allow 
himself to keep the diapers that he had been given by Tommy and Marvin, 
nor the ones that he had stolen. He went out to his treehouse to get the 
rest of the Pampers diapers, and then he went into his room to get the 
cloth diapers and the plastic pants. He handed the diapers over to his 
mother and father. His dad took the Pampers with him and stuffed them 
into the trash. His mother gathered up the pile of diapers and plastic 
pants and put them away with the intentions of getting them back to 
Tommy.
	The boys sulked the rest of the evening before they had gone to 
bed. Carl lay awake and waited until his parents were both in bed and 
presumed to be asleep. After enough time had passed that Carl felt his 
parents would both be asleep, he got up and went out to the garbage can 
in the garage. He had taken a flashlight with him so he could look for 
the diapers his father threw away. Much to Carl's delight, he spotted 
the blue-colored packaging and grabbed it, retrieving his diapers and 
getting them back into his possession.
	Carl then very quietly walked back through the house. Before he 
went back to bed he decided that he needed to let Tommy, Marvin and Max 
know about the situation that had occurred that evening. He went into 
the small room that was his father's office away from the office, where 
the family computer resided. He dimmed the monitor and turned the sound 
all the way down as he signed onto the Internet just long enough to 
compose a short e-mail message and send it off to Tommy and Marvin.
	Carl then quietly tip-toed into his bedroom. He was so glad to 
have his diapers back, even if they were only the baby disposable 
diapers that were only large enough to stuff into his underwear. He 
stuck the diaper underneath his briefs and then he added another eight 
pairs of underwear to make him feel like he was still fully diapered. 
Before he got back into his bed he hid his diapers behind a loose board 
at the back of his closet where a space in the wall provided enough room 
to hide the diapers. In spite of the evening's tumultuous events, he 
went to sleep feeling happy to be "diapered" again.
	The next morning, after their mother had gone to work, the boys' 
father woke them up. He had never before been responsible for getting 
his kids off to school until today. He had already been up for a half 
hour to look over his proposal before printing it. He noticed that the 
computer screen had been dimmed and the sound had been turned down. He 
couldn't remember having done these things himself, but he acknowledged 
that he had been so busy on the proposal that he may have done it and 
not even realized it. As Carl had forgotten to cover his tracks from 
using the Internet over the previous night, he was lucky that his father 
was too preoccupied with his work that morning.
	Carl didn't count on his father's method of waking him. Without 
any warning, his father came into his bedroom and clicked on the light. 
He walked over to Carl's bed and yanked off all of the sheets, exposing 
the makeshift diaper that Carl had fashioned from putting on several 
pairs of underpants at a time.
	"Up and at 'em! Carl!" he shouted. Carl had been sleeping on his 
stomach and his butt was sticking up. His father looked down at his 
underpants and he saw several waistbands running across his back and 
that several layers of the white fabric of his underwear were bunched up 
into his crotch. It was obvious that Carl did this to simulate a diaper.
	Carl had just barely awakened when his father confronted him about 
the extra pairs of underwear he had on.
	"What's with the extra underwear?" Carl's father asked him as he 
tugged on the waistbands and let them snap back onto his back in rapid 
succession. Carl rolled over and sat up as he rubbed his eyes and looked 
at his father without saying a word.
	His father didn't have time to deal with the issue and told Carl 
to get moving. His father then left the room to wake Mitchell. Carl had 
to pee really bad, but he knew that he would have no way to get rid of 
his diaper after he wet in it, so he decided to save it for another 
night, such as Friday night, when he could get up the next morning on 
his own and not have to go to school. He pulled off his underwear in one 
thick bunch and he stuffed the wadded bundle of briefs into his drawer 
along with the diaper, only slightly wet from his sweating and from 
jacking off in it before he went to sleep.
	Being the hurried, workaholic Type-A man he was, the boys' father 
hurried them to get ready for school. They barely had time to eat 
breakfast before they were ushered out to the car, where they were stuck 
waiting another five minutes as their father was inside running off the 
last copy of the proposal.
	While sitting in the car, Mitchell could feel himself in need of 
having to take a dump soon. This was his last chance to go since he knew 
he wouldn't want to use the school's bathrooms for pooping. He hated 
having to poop in the school bathrooms since he knew from his 
experiences that every time a kid was taking a crap at school, everyone 
who was in the bathroom at that time knew it, either from the foul 
smell, the farting sounds, or the sound of the toilet paper roll 
spinning and the paper being torn off of the roll. In spite of 
Mitchell's bullying demeanor, he was very sensitive and embarrassed 
about others knowing when he was going to the bathroom.
	Mitchell had gone back into the house from the garage just as his 
father had gone out the front door to get the newspaper. Mitchell went 
into the bathroom and emptied out his guts, releasing an unexpectedly 
loose bowel movement. He was glad he didn't have to hold this one all 
day long as he had done before.
	Meanwhile, his father had opened the garage door from the outside. 
He was grumbling impatiently because his boys didn't think to open it 
ahead of time and have it ready while they were waiting on him. He 
looked in the car and he saw that only Carl was sitting there waiting.
	"Dammit!" their father yelled as the threw the newspaper down on 
the ground. "Where the hell is Mitchell?!" his father fumed.
	"Where's your brother?" Carl's father asked him as he had the 
newspaper thrown into his lap. His father slammed the car door loudly.
	"He's in the house," Carl said.
	"For God's sake!" his father yelled as he hit his fists on the 
steering wheel. Carl was getting scared and nervous at his father's 
bitterly short temper.
	"I'll go get him," Carl offered.
	"NO!" his father yelled. "There he is!"
	When Mitchell got into the car his father yelled at him.
	"Just what were you doing?!" he yelled.
	"I had to go to the bathroom, Dad!" Mitchell yelled.
	"Aww, Chrissakes!" he shouted. "Couldn't you have done that 
*before* we were ready to leave?!"
	"But I just now needed to go," Mitchell said. "And since you 
weren't ready..."
	"You could have waited until you got to school!" their father said 
as he hurried out of the driveway and rushed down the street and down 
the hill into town.
	Carl tightly clenched the newspaper that was still in his lap as 
he nervously watched his father zip through the morning traffic, cussing 
at every school bus that stopped ahead of him, along with every red 
light and at any driver not going at least ten miles per hour over the 
speed limit.
	Carl could tell already that this was not going to be a good day.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 36
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	Mitchell's pooping problems had only begun that day. He thought 
that taking a morning dump at home at the last minute would be the only 
time he would have to poop for awhile, but during the course of the day 
at school he felt his bowels acting up again. He hoped to avoid using 
the school bathrooms and that he would make it until he got home from 
school. He always managed to do it this way ever since kindergarten.
	By the time the last hour of the day was counting down, Mitchell 
could not hold his poop in much longer. He sat in his classroom with his 
legs as tightly crossed as he could get them. He couldn't imagine that 
this may be the first time ever he would have to use the school 
bathrooms for Number Two. Instead, it ended up being the first time he 
would not make it at all, and as a result, he had his first in-class, 
in-pants accident. It was just a small spew that he managed to stop 
before it fully flooded his pants, but it was enough to soak his jeans 
and create a nauseating odor.
	Everybody sitting around Mitchell knew what he had done. The sound 
of his wet, loud fart gave him away as did the smell. Soon the whole 
class was teasing Mitchell. Many students were glad to see Mitchell 
suffer such embarrassment after he had harassed so many of them. The 
teacher could not bring the class to order as they laughed at Mitchell, 
now crying from this embarrassment.
	Mitchell's teacher excused him and told him to see the school 
nurse so that she could assist him. Still crying from the humiliation, 
Mitchell walked into the nurse's office, where he was immediately 
greeted by the nurse and taken into the private room.
	"I had a little accident," Mitchell shyly said to the nurse as he 
sniffled.
	"Oh dear, well, take your pants off and let's clean you up," she 
said nicely, but professionally. She handed him a tissue to dry his 
tears and to blow his nose. Mitchell looked up at her as she waited for 
him to remove his pants. She could sense the Mitchell was shy about 
doing this, but the nurse assured him that she deals with these matters 
on a daily basis, particularly with boys.
	Mitchell then started to take his pants off. His underwear was 
completely soaked in diarrhea and it was stained brown throughout the 
entire seat of his once-white briefs. His pants were still wearable in 
spite of having caught mostly the dampness that had soaked his briefs.
	Within a few minutes the nurse had Mitchell cleaned up. Mitchell 
had still been holding the rest of what he had left to poop out, so the 
nurse directed him to a toilet that was behind another door in the room. 
Mitchell was naked from his waist down and embarrassed as he knew the 
nurse could see his bare behind. He went into the small room which was 
barely big enough for the toilet. He sat down and let the rest of his 
poop spill out of his body. He thought for a moment how much worst 
things would have been had he let the full load go in class.
	When he returned to the nurse he was surprised to see that she had 
a diaper ready to put on him.
	"Are you going to make me wear that?" Mitchell asked her as he 
pointed to the diaper.
	"Well, I don't supply extra pairs of underwear, just diapers, 
since sometimes the kids who have to wear diapers here sometimes run out 
or forget to bring them," the nurse explained. And you may need one with 
your condition right now."
	"But my Mom will pick me up soon," Mitchell protested. "I don't 
need to wear a diaper."
	"It's all I have for you to wear, and besides, won't this be more 
comfortable than having your cold, wet jeans pressing up against your 
bottom?" the nurse said to Mitchell.
	"Just be glad you don't have to wear them all the time," she told 
Mitchell, even though she knew that kids like Tommy, Marvin and Max 
enjoyed their diapers. Mitchell knew that he had no choice but to let 
the nurse diaper him.
	She laid the diaper out on the table and had Mitchell set his bum 
down on top of it. He saw his penis getting hard as he anticipated what 
was about to happen. He tried not to have an erection, but the more he 
thought about the fact that he was about to be diapered, the bigger his 
erection became.
	Before Mitchell had the diaper put on him, the nurse gently 
powdered his butt and his genitals. This only made his penis even more 
erect. He tried to ignore his aroused peter as he watched the nurse grab 
the sides of the diaper and bring it up around him. He felt it go over 
his bottom and up into his crotch, the tightness was pressing his 
testicles and penis together. The nurse taped up the sides of the 
diaper.
	Mitchell couldn't believe that he had such an erection in his 
diaper. He looked down at himself and noted how the diaper looked on him 
as it was tightly wrapped around him. He tried not to think of how good 
it felt since it was, a diaper. He was now beginning to understand why 
his brother wanted to wear them.
	After Mitchell was diapered he put his pants back on. Mitchell 
heard his diaper crinkling and crackling with each step he took. He 
tried to walk slowly and minimize his leg movement, but his diaper could 
not he quieted enough to avoid detection. He walked into the classroom 
and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone, as just about everyone was 
staring at him. The room was so quiet that his diaper could be heard 
underneath his pants. He returned to his seat located three desks back 
in the second row from the left side of the classroom, and hoped the 
remaining fifteen minutes would pass quickly. He folded his arms on his 
desk and buried his head, unable to face any of his classmates.
	Mitchell didn't realize that his shirt had ridden up and that the 
diaper he had on was showing above his pants. A girl in the back of the 
leftmost row saw the diaper poking up from his pants. She then whispered 
to the boy in front of her.
	"Mitchell's wearing a diaper, pass it on," she whispered.
	The boy looked at Mitchell and confirmed that he had a diaper on, 
noting the way it showed all around his pants. He then whispered to the 
boy in front of him, who looked straight across to see the diaper around 
Mitchell's waist. Each student in the first row had looked at Mitchell, 
who was oblivious to all of this activity going on around him. When the 
message made it to the second row and it got to Mitchell's desk, the 
girl in front of him got out of her chair and told the boy behind her 
and continued to pass the message until it made it two thirds of the way 
around the class.
	"All right!" the teacher yelled, getting everyone's attention, 
including Mitchell's. "What is everyone whispering to each other?!"
	"Uh, Mitchell's wearing a diaper, pass it on?" spoke one kid. The 
entire class burst into laughter. Mitchell started crying again.
	"Enough!" the teacher yelled. "I will not tolerate this behavior!"
	The teacher excused Mitchell again and she told him he could wait 
in the school office until the bell rang. She gave the rest of the class 
an extra reading assignment to punish them for their behavior.
	Just within the few minutes during which the students gathered 
outside to board their buses, the message had quickly spread about 
Mitchell's pants-pooping incident. Tommy, Marvin and Max had heard about 
it, much to their delight as they were all aware of Mitchell's antics 
and his bullying behavior. Tommy, Marvin and Max were all expecting Carl 
to join them on their bus. They were all hoping to find out more about 
Mitchell. Carl never showed up, and they all wondered what had happened 
to their friend. The other three boys went to Tommy's house to do their 
homework and then play around in diapers all afternoon like they had 
been doing over the last few months.
	Meanwhile, Carl and Mitchell were picked up by their mother. All 
the kids who knew Mitchell and who knew what had happened to him stared 
at him and laughed as he walked to his mother's car. Mitchell got into 
the front seat of the car and slammed the door behind him. He was 
crying. Carl took the back seat.
	"So, how was your day?" their mother asked her boys.
	"Terrible!" Mitchell said with tears streaming down from his face. 
He had ducked down in the seat to get himself out of view.
	"What happened?" Mitchell's mother asked him.
	"I had an accident in class and everyone was laughing at me!" he 
said. "I pooped my pants!"
	"You should have held it like you always do!" Carl said to 
Mitchell. "Mister 'I-don't-want-to-stink-up-the-school-bathrooms!'" Carl 
said in a sardonic voice.
	"I was trying to hold it, but I couldn't!" Mitchell cried.
	"So maybe *you* need diapers!" Carl said to his brother, who 
happened to be wearing one that the school nurse had just put on him.
	"Come on, boys, let's not talk about wearing diapers, okay?" their 
mother said as she was starting to become exasperated. She looked at 
Mitchell and saw that his diaper was showing above his pants.
	"That isn't a diaper you have on, is it?" Mitchell's mother asked 
him.
	"The nurse put it on me," he said.
	"What were you seeing the nurse for?" she asked.
	"To clean me up," Mitchell replied.
	"How did you have this accident, anyway?"
	"I was trying to hold it until I got home!" Mitchell snapped. 
"Come on, Mom, I'm embarrassed enough about this as it is!"
	"If you think this will work as an excuse to wear diapers like 
your brother was doing, Mitchell, you can forget it," his mother said. 
"You boys are far too old for wearing diapers!"
	"But Tommy wears them, and so does Marvin, and his brother Max 
wears them, too," Carl said.
	"Well, whatever the reason may be for why they wear them, it 
doesn't matter. After I go to the bank, the post office and drop off 
some shirts and pants at the dry cleaning, we'll stop by Tommy's house 
and give him his diapers back."
	The two boys sat silently as they waited for their mother to drive 
around and take care of her errands. While Mitchell was sitting in the 
car he felt himself starting to like wearing the diaper he had on. The 
thick bulk between his legs had a nice feel to it. He was beginning to 
understand even more why Carl liked wearing them.
	The first stop was at the bank. Their mother had to go inside to 
take care of several transactions and she expected to be in there for 
several minutes. To keep the boys from fighting, she had Mitchell go 
inside with her while Carl stayed out in the car. She left the keys so 
that Carl could listen to the radio.
	While Carl was alone in the car it quickly occurred to him that 
the diapers that his mother was about to return were sitting in the 
trunk of the car. There were no windows where their car was parked, so 
Carl felt that he wouldn't get caught if he went back to the trunk to 
get some of the diapers back before they were gone.
	Carl took the keys with him and, as quickly as he could, he went 
to the back of the car and popped open the trunk. He opened the lid and 
saw the big pile of diapers along with some plastic pants. He figured 
that he could probably take three diapers without his mother noticing, 
though she would definitely miss the plastic pants, and they made too 
much noise to sneak back into the house anyway, so he decided that he 
was lucky just to have some diapers to wear. He also grabbed some safety 
pins and put them in his pocket.
	He slammed the lid and returned to the car. He picked up his book 
bag and started putting his diapers away. He had to act quickly as he 
saw his Mom and his brother coming out of the bank. At the last second 
he remembered to put the keys back into the ignition.
	"You're not blaring the radio?" Carl's mother asked him. "That's a 
first."
	"Uh, there was nothing good on any of the stations," Carl said.
	The next stop was the post office. This time she took the keys 
with her to get some packages out of the trunk that she was going to 
mail. She had Carl go in with her this time. He was to help her carry in 
some of the packages. He watched as his mother opened the trunk. He 
hoped she wouldn't notice the shorter stack of diapers in the trunk as 
she reached for one of the two large parcels to be shipped. Carl took 
one last look at the diapers as he knew that this would be the last time 
he would see them, other than the three he had lifted back off of the 
stack and had stashed in his book bag.
	When they got to the dry cleaning place the boys both complained 
about having to go in with their mother since they especially hated 
being there more than they did the bank or the post office. They both 
wanted to stay in the car.
	"Can I trust you boys not to fight?" she asked them.
	"Yeah, Carl and Mitchell both said.
	"I won't be as long in here," she said as she went back to the 
trunk to grab the shirts that she needed to have done. "I'd better not 
hear one report of any fighting when I get back!" she told them 
adamantly.
	The two boys sat in the car and listened to the awkward silence 
that surrounded them. Mitchell sat still and concentrated on the way his 
diaper felt between his legs. It was giving him a hard-on and he knew 
that the feel of the diaper was causing it. He discreetly began rubbing 
his erection through his pants and the diaper underneath. A minute or so 
later he asked Carl a question.
	"Can I ask you a question?" Mitchell asked his brother.
	"You just did," Carl replied. "You just asked me a question just 
now."
	"Smart ass!" Mitchell grumbled.
	"Sorry, I got that one from Tommy," Carl said.
	"Why were you wearing diapers?" Mitchell asked his brother. "I 
just want to know."
	Carl was slow to answer the question since he didn't want to talk 
about his urge to wear them with his brother, whom he didn't trust. At 
the same time he was afraid that he and Mitchell would get into a fight 
if he didn't answer.
	"Come on, tell me why you were wearing them," Mitchell said. "I 
promise that I won't tell anyone."
	"Yeah, I've heard that one before," Carl said cynically.
	"Carl, really, I won't!" Mitchell said as he begged for an answer. 
This surprised Carl as he had never seen Mitchell quite like this.
	"Why do you want to know?" Carl asked. "I just wanted to try 
wearing them."
	"But why did you want to try them?" Mitchell asked.
	A few moments of silence passed.
	"Is it because they feel good, or something like that?" Mitchell 
asked.
	"Well, yeah, I think they do," Carl said. "And uh, I kind of like 
how they look, too. There's other things I like about them, too."
	Mitchell nodded in agreement, saying nothing back to Carl. Carl 
began to become suspicious of his brother's motive and questioned 
Mitchell's curiosity.
	"You're just gonna blab to everyone, aren't you?" Carl said to 
Mitchell.
	"No! I won't, Carl! I know I've been mean to you and I can 
understand your reasons not to trust me! Just give a chance just this 
once!"
	"Okay," Carl said skeptically. "But why are you being so nice to 
me all of a sudden?"
	"I want to call a truce," Mitchell said.
	Carl's jaw dropped. He wondered if his mother had picked up the 
right boy from school.
	"You serious about this?" Carl asked Mitchell incredulously.
	"I'm burying the hatchet," he said. He turned around and shook 
Carl's hand. "I want to apologize to you for being such a dickhead."
	"Okay," Carl said, still in shock over his brother's sudden 
resolve to improve his relations with him. "Well, I'm sorry, too, for 
everything I did."
	At that moment their mother came back out to the car.
	"Did you boys get along while I was gone?" she asked.
	"Yes, we did," Carl said proudly.
	"Yep, we didn't fight or call each other names or anything!" 
Mitchell said. Their mother couldn't believe what she was hearing.
	"Well, let's go get rid of these diapers now," their mother said 
as they went on their way to Tommy's house. As they were driving, 
Mitchell was needing to pee. Being that he had the diaper on, he decided 
to try wetting in it. He felt awkward and uncomfortable about actually 
using the diaper while sitting in the front seat next to his mother. He 
only let out a couple spurts, but it was enough to make the diaper feel 
wet. He hoped to "finish it out" when he finally got home.
	They pulled into the driveway at Tommy's house and their mother 
got out of the car. She went to the trunk to pick up the stack of 
diapers and the plastic pants and carried them to the door. She hadn't 
noticed the lighter weight of the load, much to Carl's relief.
	She went up to the door and she was greeted by Nancy and Tommy. 
She looked at Tommy and noticed that he was donning thick, heavy layers 
of diapers as he always wore from the time he got home from school. 
Marvin and Max appeared a moment later, and they, too, were abundantly 
diapered. Carl's mother had never seen diapers worn so copiously. Carl 
and Mitchell both saw Tommy standing at the door in his diapers. Carl 
waved at Tommy.
	"Hi, I'm Carl's mother, I'm returning these to you, Tommy," she 
said as she handed Tommy the stack of diapers. "My son doesn't need 
these diapers, and they belong to you, anyway."
	"Okay," Tommy said to Carl's mother. He tried to get her attention 
as she walked away to ask her what had happened, but she was already 
back to the car. It was obvious that Carl had been caught with the 
diapers and that his wearing them did not meet his parents' approval.
	Tommy hadn't been online since Carl had written the e-mail message 
and sent it to Tommy and Marvin. Tommy signed onto the Internet with 
Marvin and Max sitting there with him. Tommy brought up his e-mail and 
received several messages, including the one from Carl.

hi Tommy & Marvin & Max

i wont be able to go with you guys after school any more cuz i got in 
trouble tonite. Mitch told on me and he found out about me and my 
diapers so my mom and dad found out too and me and Mitch are grounded. 
Sorry i am still your freind but i can only email you now. later i will 
let you know when i can see you again.

Carl

	"Bummer!" Tommy said. "That sucks, why can't his parents just let 
him wear them?"
	"Mitchell snitched on him, that's no surprise," Marvin said, 
unaware of the fact that Carl and Mitchell had since then agreed to a 
truce.
	Back at Carl's house, the boys were sent inside and told to sit 
down and do their homework first thing. They weren't even allowed to go 
back to their rooms for anything nor to grab snacks. Their mother was 
adamant about this.
	"But what if I have to go to the bathroom?" Carl said. "Unless 
you'd rather we wear diapers," Carl half-joked, being that it was a 
serious plea for him to wear diapers, but to be interpreted otherwise by 
this mother.
	"Very funny, Carl," his mother said. "Yes, you can use the 
bathroom! Oh, and Mitchell, go take that diaper off before you start 
your homework."
	Mitchell went into his room and took his pants off. He needed to 
pee some more, so he decided to let the rest of it go into his diaper. 
He felt the warm rush of pee flowing around his hard penis and trickling 
over his nuts. He looked down at the front of his diaper and he watched 
it expand as he filled it up. He hadn't noticed the wetness indicator 
stripes that were on the diaper until they had changed color. He was 
getting to like having the diaper on as it felt good. He looked at 
himself in the mirror behind his bedroom door and thought he looked cute 
wearing the diaper.
	Mitchell had a raging hard-on that he had been wanting to take 
care of for some time. He went to his bed and lay down. He began 
stroking himself. While he usually masturbated the "conventional" way by 
handling his bare penis, he had done it a couple of times in his 
underwear as it caught the resulting semen splash and made cleaning up 
after himself a lot easier.
	This time he was jacking off through the diaper. While he was 
jerking himself, he began to think about how he and other boys looked in 
diapers. He typically thought about what some of the girls at school 
looked like naked, but this time, his thoughts were different. He could 
vaguely remember what Tommy and the other boys looked like when he had 
spied on them while playing in the yard. The image of Tommy standing at 
his front door in his diapers was fresh in his mind as he envisioned it. 
Mitchell brought himself to an intense ejaculation and he jizzed his 
diapers, adding to the wetness from having just peed in them. It was the 
best feeling he had ever experienced.
	After he let his body relax he had several thoughts running 
through his mind. He was disappointed that his one and only diaper had 
been used now and he would have no more to wear unless he were to either 
buy them or obtain them through some other source.
	Mitchell also began to question the definition of his sexuality. 
He knew that he was a heterosexual and he liked to think about girls, 
but now he was thinking about boys wearing diapers, though he had no 
desire to touch them nor engage in any sexual activity with them.
	Suddenly, Mitchell's mother hollered from outside his closed door.
	"Mitch! Come out here and get going on your homework!" she yelled.
	"Be right there!" he said as he put on some underpants and a pair 
of shorts. He left the diaper underneath his bed to dispose of it later. 
He joined Carl at the table and started working on assignments that he 
should have started the previous week.
	About a half hour later, his mother asked him what he had done 
with the diaper.
	"Oh, shit!" Mitchell thought to himself.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 37
------------------------------

	Mitchell had just removed the diaper into which he had wet. He 
didn't want his mother to know that he had used it, but when she asked 
him what he did with it, he told her that it was still in his room.
	"What are you keeping it for?" she asked Mitchell. "You don't plan 
to wear it later, do you?"
	"No," Mitchell replied, which was the truth since he didn't want 
to put a wet diaper back on, though he wished he had more to wear.
	"I was going to throw it away later," he said.
	"What are you waiting for?" she asked him. "I don't want any 
diapers in this house! Now go get it and give it to me!" she demanded.
	Mitchell feared he'd get in trouble when he handed his Mom the wet 
diaper. He brought it out to her. Before he even gave it to her she 
could tell from the way it sagged and was swollen that it had been used.
	"I see that you've already used it," she said plainly.
	"Well, I had it on me, and I needed to pee, and, you know, why 
waste a good diaper?" he said sheepishly.
	"Well, you don't need it, Mitchell, and at least I know you can't 
use it now, so get rid of it," she told him as she pointed towards the 
garage where the trash was located.
	After Mitchell returned to doing his homework he felt his bowels 
stirring inside his body. Sensing that he needed to get to the toilet, 
he got up from his chair and headed towards the bathroom.
	"Where are you going?" his mother asked him as she watched him 
trot down the hallway.
	"To the bathroom, is that a problem?" Mitchell snapped.
	"No, I just want to make sure you're doing your homework and going 
into your room," she said.
	Mitchell just barely got his shorts and his underwear down in time 
as sat himself down on the toilet and spewed out his guts into the bowl. 
It sprayed noisily and wetly and stank up the bathroom. The poopy mess 
coated an entire 180-degree arc around the back half of the toilet bowl. 
Not until after he had let the mess out of his body did he realize that 
there was not enough toilet paper left on the roll to wipe himself. With 
his shorts still at his ankles he got up from the toilet and looked 
around the bathroom to find some extra toilet tissue.
	"Shit!" Mitchell muttered to himself, realizing how appropriate 
his interjection was for the situation he was in.
	Seeing that there was no toilet paper, he pulled his underpants 
and his shorts up. His underpants became soaked of diarrhea and he knew 
that he would have to change them. He then went out to ask his mother 
where there was some more toilet paper.
	"Oh shoot!" she said. "I forgot to buy some yesterday!"
	"I need it really bad, Mom!" Mitchell said. "I still got the 
squirts!"
	Carl's and Mitchell's mother, having become desensitized to her 
boys' vulgar talk, said that she would run to the store to get some 
toilet paper along with some other supplies she realized she had also 
forgotten.
	"So what do I use to wipe my butt now?" Mitchell asked his mother.
	"I don't know, Mitch!" his mother said. She had gotten used to her 
boys' frequent use of vulgar language and she had given up on getting 
them to stop.
	"I won't be gone that long," his mother said. "And besides, from 
the looks of your shorts, it's too late to worry about it now anyway. 
Just spray yourself off in the shower and get cleaned up while I'm gone.
	After she had pulled out of the driveway and left, Carl picked up 
his book bag and took it into his bedroom. He closed the door behind him 
and zipped open his bag. He pulled out the thick, soft diapers that he 
had stashed away. It felt so good to him just to be holding them, but he 
wanted to try wearing one again. He didn't want to get caught having it 
on, so he figured he'd wear just one diaper for now, underneath his 
pants, and then wear the three diapers at bedtime. In spite of having no 
plastic pants, he could still pee in the diapers if he stuffed one of 
the Pampers diapers inside of it. For now, he mainly wanted to wear them 
for the thick, soft feel of the cotton around his genitals and his butt. 
He knew that he didn't have much time before his mother would return 
from the nearby store, so he hurried. He wrapped the diaper around 
himself as tightly as he could and he pinned it on. He felt so good to 
be in a diaper again, though it was nothing like what he had worn when 
Heidi diapered him.
	Carl felt so tempted to jack off as his penis had become very 
erect. He figured his mother would be gone at least a few minutes more, 
so he lay down on his bed in just his diaper and he began playing with 
himself. He stroked his penis vigorously as it pushed up in the front of 
his diaper and forming a tent. The pins held his diaper on snugly as he 
tugged on the thick fabric of the front of his diaper and held his penis 
as it was wrapped in the soft, white cloth. His jerking off was 
accompanied by thoughts about Heidi and Nancy both diapering him at the 
same time and seeing how many diapers they could get him to wear and to 
see how long he could wear them before being changed. Within just a 
couple minutes Carl came greatly in his diapers and made them only 
slightly wet from absorbing his semen flow.
	Meanwhile, Mitchell had gone into the bathroom to clean himself up 
and spray off his poopy bottom in the shower. He then exited the 
bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his body as he headed towards 
his room. He held the towel around him tightly to make it feel like he 
was wearing a diaper. He sat down on his bed and tried to pull it up 
around him, but he realized that this would never work adequately for a 
diaper. It needed to fit more tightly, more like how a pair of 
underpants would fit.
	Mitchell then started to put on his underpants. He then realized 
that if he wore several of them together he could make a "diaper" out of 
them, just as Carl had learned to do, as did Adam when he experimented 
with the idea shortly before he had to start wearing diapers himself.
	Mitchell didn't want to wear so many pairs that he would get 
caught, so he settled on wearing six pairs. It felt good to him, it was 
reasonably thick, and in case he didn't make it to the toilet next time, 
he felt more safe and secure about having extra underpants on. He 
grabbed another pair of shorts and put them on. He examined himself in 
the mirror to make sure his makeshift "diaper" wasn't too conspicuous.
	Carl was just coming down off of the erotic high he had just 
experienced to celebrate having a diaper to wear again. His penis had 
gone limp and he was ready to go back out to the kitchen and resume his 
homework. He started to put his pants back on, but they would not fit 
over even just one of the cloth diapers he had on, much less three, six, 
or ten of the diapers that Tommy, Marvin and Max enjoyed wearing. He 
decided that he would be more comfortable in shorts as it was a warm 
day, so he put a pair of them on. Like Mitchell had done, Carl examined 
himself in the mirror. He could tell he had a diaper on but he didn't 
think his mother or father would notice him wearing it, His shirt wasn't 
as long as Mitchell's shirt, so Carl had to be more careful.
	Their mother came back home a few minutes later, carrying in some 
toilet paper and the other purchases she had made. The boys were told to 
return to their homework and they spent the next hour completing their 
assignments. They both hated having to spend their entire afternoon away 
from the fun things they liked to do, such as watch cartoons, get on the 
Internet, play computer games, or, for Carl at least, wear diapers with 
Tommy, Marvin and Max.
	At this time she let the boys take a break so she could look over 
their assignments and see that they had been doing their schoolwork. She 
let them watch TV, but only the six o-clock news, no sitcoms, no MTV or 
Cartoon Network or anything else of interest to twelve- and thirteen-
year-old boys. The restricted TV viewing privileges was another part of 
the grounding punishment the boys were subjected to.
	Mitchell was sitting in the chair across from the couch on which 
Carl was sitting. He had his legs spread apart as he was sitting, and he 
had short shorts on. Mitchell looked across at Carl and he could see 
that he had another diaper on, at least from what he could tell. There 
was a rather thick-looking band of thick, white fabric that stuck out on 
both sides and beyond each leg opening of his shorts.
	Mitchell could feel another bout of diarrhea about to make its 
exit from his body. He needed to use the bathroom, but just as he 
started to get up from the couch, his father was already going into the 
bathroom himself. Mitchell stood at the closed bathroom door and waited 
and hoped his father would come out soon. Carl observed his strained 
facial expressions and the way he kept his legs so tightly-closed.
	Mitchell's father seemed to be spending an agonizingly long time 
on the john. Mitchell feared that another accident was becoming more 
unavoidable. He wasn't sure how long he could hold it this time, and he 
wasn't sure how effectively the extra underwear would work. He would 
still have a big mess to clean up, in any case.
	The pressure in Mitchell's bowels wasn't about to let up until he 
let his poop come out of his butt. Just before his father came out of 
the bathroom, it was too late for Mitchell to keep his underpants clean. 
He let the big, wet bowel movement go and it loaded his jockey shorts 
and filled them up with diarrhea. He felt the warm, smooth, creamy poop 
coat his buttocks as it spread throughout the seats of his multiple 
underpants. He felt embarrassed to have just pooped so suddenly and 
without any control, just like he were a little boy. This was his second 
such messing accident in just one day.
	Mitchell's mother then entered the living room and she saw her son 
standing by the bathroom door in the hall. He tried not to let her see 
that he had pooped his pants. Instead she smelled it, then saw it, 
evidenced by some of his accident leaking out of his underwear and 
running down his legs.
	"Did you have another accident?" Mitchell's mother asked him, as 
if it weren't obvious enough. Mitchell just nodded his head.
	"Well, just get yourself cleaned up," she said, trying to assure 
him that she acknowledged that she knew he didn't do it on purpose. 
"Then come join us for dinner."
	The boys' father had finally come out of the bathroom. He barely 
saw that Mitchell had been standing there waiting before he shot 
straight into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
	"He must really need to go!" the boys' father said to Carl.
	"Well, he *did* need to go," Carl said. "He's had the runs all 
day."
	"That's nice," his father grumbled as he went into the kitchen and 
waited to be served dinner.
	Mitchell was in the bathroom now, though too late for his original 
reason to use it. Now he had to get himself cleaned up for the second 
time. He surveyed the damage he had made in his pants. He pulled his 
shorts down and then he took a look at his badly soiled underwear. It 
was ruined, soaked all the way through the fabric of the first four 
pairs in his brown butt spew.
	In spite of having toilet paper available now, Mitchell determined 
that the mess he made was too big to handle by just wiping himself and 
he decided the shower would be an easier way for him to clean himself up 
again. He stripped off his underpants and his shirt and he stepped into 
the shower one more time. He put on one of the two pairs that remained 
clean from the accident and then he put his shorts and his shirt back 
on. He carried his soiled underwear into his room.
	"I hope Mom and Dad don't see this!" Mitchell groaned as he hid 
the soiled underpants underneath his pile of other dirty underpants, 
most of which had some sort of blemish left in them from him not fully 
wiping himself. He then joined his family at the kitchen table, after 
being told to go wash his hands first. He could smell traces of his 
accident odor upon returning to the bathroom.
	During dinner, the family talked about a number of issues. The 
boys announced that they had called a truce and decided to no longer 
fight with each other.
	"That's good," their father recognized their resolve. "But if 
you're doing this just to get off of grounding early, it's not going to 
work."
	"No Dad, we're not," Mitchell said with sincerity.
	"You're not in on this, are you, dear?" the boys' father asked his 
wife, feeling skeptical about this.
	"No," she said, equally surprised by the sudden change in Mitchell 
and Carl. "But I am very proud of the boys, and I hope they keep it up."
	The boys and their parents ate the rest of their meal in peace, 
and they even talked about the upcoming summer and even the possibility 
that their father might finally take a vacation from his job and spend 
some time with his family.
	After dinner, Mitchell had Carl go into his room so that he could 
talk privately with Carl after seeing that Carl was wearing a diaper 
again. Carl was somewhat nervous, wondering why Mitchell suddenly wanted 
to talk to him and not just tease him or beat on him. Carl sat on the 
floor, again with his legs apart and revealing the diaper in his crotch.
	"I noticed earlier that you were wearing a diaper when we were 
sitting in the living room," Mitchell said. "I can see you're wearing it 
now," he said, pointing to Carl's crotch.
	Carl was afraid that Mitchell was going to tell on him, or use 
extortion and force Carl into performing some extraordinary service for 
Mitchell, such as doing all his homework, in order to keep Mitchell from 
telling on him.
	Mitchell paused as he thought about what he was going to say to 
Carl next. Carl sat still, listening to Mitchell and waiting for him to 
continue. He stammered, hemmed and hawed during his delivery.
	"Well, you know how earlier, how I was, you know, wearing a, a 
diaper, you know, and, well..."
	"Yeah?" Carl acknowledged. Mitchell continued trying to explain 
the way he felt when he had the diaper on, but he couldn't clearly 
express his thoughts. Finally, he decided to get to the point and said, 
"well, I suppose you've figured it out, from all I've been trying to 
tell you, that, well-- I think I, I kinda like...wearing...dia...pers."
	Carl was surprised by hearing his brother make this revelation. 
Mitchell paused and wiped his brow as he realized that he had just told 
his brother this.
	"Can I trust you not to tell anyone?" Mitchell nervously asked 
Carl.
	"Tell anyone what? That you like to wear diapers?"
	"Yeah, I won't tell anyone that you like wearing them, Carl, I 
promise!" Mitchell pleaded.
	"I hope you don't, that'd be the end of me, that's for sure!" Carl 
said.
	"Look, after today, having that accident and having everyone find 
out that the nurse put a diaper on me, that was really embarrassing! 
But, you see, after I had it on awhile, I got to liking how it felt, and 
then I understood why you like to wear them and wish that you could."
	Carl and Mitchell talked with each other some more about wearing 
diapers, and Carl did most of the talking. It was such an abrupt change 
from the usual quarreling, and Carl still felt like he was walking on 
eggshells, but as long as his brother wanted to talk instead of fight, 
this was fine with Carl.
	Carl told Mitchell about the times he had spent with Tommy, Marvin 
and Max, and he told Mitchell about the diaper stories and diaper web 
sites that he had been visiting. Mitchell asked to read one of the 
diaper stories that Carl had, so Carl promised to give him one of the 
diaper stories that he had moved from his treehouse and had now kept 
hidden behind the loose panel in the back of his closet.
	"I was going to ask you for something else, too," Mitchell said to 
Carl.
	"Do you have any more of those diapers?" he asked slowly.
	"I have two more, they're in my room," he said. Carl had it 
figured out that the diapers were his brother's motive to stop fighting 
and to get along with him for a change. Carl figured that as long as it 
kept peace between him and Mitchell, he would allow his brother to share 
in his diaper interests.
	Just before Carl got up to go to his room to get a diaper for 
Mitchell, their mother came into the room. She was again surprised to 
see that Carl and Mitchell were sitting there talking.
	"Honey, come here!" she said. She called her husband over to see 
that the two boys were getting along.
	"They've been sitting in here talking, and not fighting!"
	"Well, maybe you being home with them has helped," the boys' 
father acknowledged. "They're getting the discipline they have needed 
all this time, but the only way we'll find out whether or not they 
really get along is to leave them alone!"
	"I left them here today while I ran to the store to get a couple 
things, and as far as I know, they didn't fight while I was gone."
	"They're still grounded," the boys' father said as he walked away 
from Mitchell's bedroom, still skeptical and cynical about his sons' 
radically changed behavior with each other.
	"I'm very proud of you boys," their mother said. "Just prove to 
your Dad that you guys really can get along, okay?"
	"Okay, Mom," the boys both said in unison.
	Just as they thought their mother was about to leave Mitchell's 
bedroom, she smelled his dirty underpants that had been stashed beneath 
his laundry pile.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 38
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	"Something sure stinks in here!" Mitchell's mother said as she 
detected the strong, foul odor in his bedroom. "What did you do with 
your underwear when you changed?" she asked Mitchell.
	He pointed to his laundry pile in the corner.
	"Well, let's just get all this loaded into the wash," she told 
him. She left his room and returned with a couple large laundry baskets. 
She grabbed several armloads of his dirty underpants, socks and shirts 
and threw them into the basket. She was disgusted by seeing most of his 
underpants dirtied by poor wiping, but she had given up on this issue 
about two years ago and figured it was her son's business if he wasn't 
concerned about the cleanliness of his underwear.
	Mitchell couldn't do much to stop his mother as he knew she would 
uncover the pairs that he had soiled. She got to the bottom of the pile, 
where his heavily soiled underpants were sitting. His mother picked up 
the shit-soaked bundle of underwear and looked at how they were bunched 
together.
	"What's this?" she asked. "How did these underpants get this way?"
	"Well, I had an accident in them!" Mitchell said.
	"I see that," his mother said impatiently. "But how did they get 
all stuck together like this? From the looks of it, it appears that you 
put all these on and wore them at the same time."
	"Okay, I did," Mitchell confessed.
	"I don't want to see this again, Mitchell!" she said.
	"What?! I needed some, well, you know, some protection!"
	"These underpants are all ruined now and I have to buy you some 
more, or let you deal with the shortage!"
	"What's wrong with wearing them like that?" Mitchell asked his 
mother.
	"Well, like I said, it ruins your underwear, and it's too much 
like wearing a diaper, and you ought to know what we think of that, 
Carl!"
	"Yes, Mom, I do," Carl acknowledged as he grumbled.
	"I'm not going to have two boys your age wearing diapers, or 
wearing your underwear like it's a diaper, that's what you two were 
potty trained for!"
	Their mother then left from the room with the first basket load of 
laundry and she told Mitchell to bring the second basket behind her. He 
returned a few minutes later and joined Carl again.
	"Let's go to my room, I'll show you what I have," Carl said as he 
invited Mitchell into his bedroom.
	Carl went to his closet and pulled out the remaining two diapers. 
In spite of wanting to diaper himself in all three of the diapers, Carl 
loaned of them to his brother, anything to help promote their renewed 
relationship.
	Mitchell held the diaper in front of him. He had an awkward look 
on his face, and then he admitted that he wasn't sure how he was going 
to put it on.
	"Want me to help?" Carl offered.
	"You serious?" Mitchell questioned.
	"You want a diaper on?"
	"Uh, yeah," Mitchell said.
	"Well, take your shorts off and get on my bed," Carl told him.
	The two boys had seen each other naked all the time and it didn't 
bother either one of them to be seen without their clothes on. Mitchell 
got up on the bed and waited for Carl to diaper him. Carl still had the 
container of powder that he obtained from Marvin and Max and he started 
putting it on Mitchell.
	"Uh Carl, if you don't mind, can I a least put the powder on 
myself?" Mitchell requested as he felt awkward about letting Carl touch 
his privates. Carl agreed, and likewise, felt a little silly about 
rubbing the powder into his brother's crotch.
	Carl watched as Mitchell powdered himself. Since Mitchell was a 
year older and more developed, his hard-on was much larger, much to 
Carl's envy. After Mitchell had sufficiently powdered up everything from 
his butt and his balls, Carl helped put the diaper on him. Carl pulled 
the cloth up over his brother's large, protruding penis, pulling it up 
towards his stomach as he fastened the diaper at the sides with the 
safety pins.
	"Okay, you're done!" Carl said. "Just to let you know, you have to 
clean yourself up, too, after you've used it," Carl said.
	"That's fine with me," Mitchell agreed. Mitchell then put his 
shorts back on and took a look at himself in the mirror to make sure his 
diaper didn't show too much. He only had to worry about being caught for 
another hour or so before he and Carl were sent to bed that night 
anyway.
	Carl went into his bedroom and he took his shorts off. He added 
the second diaper to the first one he had on already and he hopped into 
his bed, happily double-diapered. Mitchell just took his shorts off and 
kept his diaper on. He had a hard-on ever since Carl diapered him and he 
couldn't wait to satisfy his teenage hormonal urges, so he joyfully 
jacked himself off and came into his diaper. He was so much more 
satisfied with masturbating this way that he told himself he would never 
go back to masturbating "the normal way" again, and he liked how he no 
longer had to worry about getting his bed sheets covered with jizz 
anymore.
	The next morning proved to be just as challenging as the day 
before. The boys were awakened later than usual and awakened abruptly by 
their father. He marched into Carl's room and yanked away the sheets. 
Carl was on his stomach, lying in a curled-up position. this time not 
wearing several pairs of underwear, but a double set of diapers, 
converging into a thick mass of cloth where his diapers ran from his 
butt to his crotch.
	"Huh? You're wearing diapers again?" the father exclaimed as he 
saw his son's thick diapers adorning his behind. "What has gotten into 
you, Carl? Now hurry up and get dressed!"
	Carl slowly rose as his father hurriedly left his room and went 
into Mitchell's room. He pulled the sheets off of Mitchell and quickly 
noted that he was dressed the same way, though only diapered half as 
thickly as Carl.
	"What?! You, too, Mitchell?! What the hell has gotten into you 
boys!!"
	"Carl, come here!" his father shouted to him from Mitchell's room. 
Carl had not even had a chance to start taking his diapers off when his 
father called. Five seconds passed and then Carl's father's head 
appeared from around the door of his room.
	"NOW!!!" he shouted very loudly.
	Carl got up from his bed with having only removed one pin from his 
outer diaper. He went into Mitchell's room and joined his older brother. 
Both boys stood in their diapers and shirts before their angry father.
	"I don't know what has possessed you boys to wear diapers, but 
since you have them on now, you'll both be going to school in them!"
	"But, Dad!" Carl said.
	"No buts! You have fifteen minutes to get *your* butts dressed and 
ready to go!" he shouted.
	Carl returned to his room and finished taking off the second 
diaper, knowing that he would never get his pants to fit over two of 
them. Just getting his pants over one diaper was hard enough. He 
couldn't zip his fly, and his thick, white diaper poked through the big 
gap in the front of his pants. He decided to undo the button and pull 
the zipper up as far as he could and use a safety pin from the other 
diaper in place of the button on his pants. He found the longest shirt 
he could find so that it would cover the top of his pants since his 
diaper went up too high for his pants to conceal it. Mitchell was in a 
similar predicament and unable to get his pants to fit.
	Their father was getting impatient. He had been sitting out in the 
car reading the paper before he came back in to check on his boys. Both 
boys had come out of their rooms. Mitchell appeared with his pants still 
unfastened because of the diaper.
	"I can't get my pants to fit, Dad!" Mitchell complained.
	"Too bad! You're the one who wanted to wear diapers! Now let's get 
going!"
	"We need to brush our teeth still," Carl said.
	"Geez, boys! You haven't even done *that* yet?! You haven't combed 
your hair or anything!"
	Their father stood at the bathroom door as he waited impatiently 
for his boys to finish their morning hygiene and grooming.
	"Uh, Dad, I need to go to the bathroom," Carl said.
	"What for, Carl, you have a DIAPER on, remember?"
	"Yeah, but if I go, my pants will get wet since I'm not wearing 
any plastic pants," he said.
	"Forget it! Use your diapers anyway! I'm going to be late, and so 
will you!" their father ordered them out to the car. Mitchell still 
hadn't finished rinsing out his mouth and had a ring of toothpaste 
around his lips as his father marched him out the door, giving him and 
Carl just enough time to get their book bags.
	Carl and Mitchell held on for dear life as they watched their 
father race through traffic. He was cursing at the other drivers and 
making every effort to get ahead of school buses and any other large 
vehicles that he knew would likely slow him down.
	Just before they got to their school, a policeman appeared behind 
them with red and blue lights flashing. As their father looked in his 
rearview mirror, he let out the longest, ugliest string of profanity the 
boys had heard from him in a long while.
	Their father got the car stopped. He angrily retrieved his 
driver's license and reached across to the glove compartment to grab his 
registration. The police officer appeared and went through the usual 
routine.
	Carl and Mitchell sat silently as they waited for the police 
officer to write the ticket. Their father kept his hands on the steering 
wheel. He was sweating, grumbling, veins popping through his neck.
	"Uh, Dad?" Mitchell bravely asked his highly enraged father. "We 
can get out and walk to school from here."
	"NO!" he shouted. "STAY HERE!!!"
	"Yes sir," Mitchell replied. His father took it as sarcasm and 
blew up at Mitchell and then at Carl in spite of his innocence. Mitchell 
and Carl were both in tears at this point. They also both needed to pee 
badly. Carl and Mitchell were both planning to go into the bathroom when 
they got to school, where they would unpin their diapers and keep them 
from getting wet and use the urinals instead.
	The time seemed to pass so slowly.
	"How fucking long does it take to write a damn ticket?!" their 
father yelled as he slammed his fist on the dashboard. Carl couldn't 
hold it any longer and he ended up wetting his diaper. Without any 
plastic pants, his diaper became soaked and the wetness spread to his 
pants. He had an embarrassing, large dark spot on the front of him. The 
seat on the car had absorbed some wetness, too. Mitchell couldn't hold 
his any longer, either, and ended up wetting his diaper. The car's 
interior began to smell of urine.
	"Did you wet, one of you guys?"
	"I did," both Carl and Mitchell said in unison. He looked at Carl 
and noted the seat was getting wet.
	"Crissakes! You're getting the damn seat wet, Carl!" his father 
yelled.
	"I told you, Dad, I didn't have any plastic pants on," Carl said 
in a nervous voice.
	"Goddammit, never mind!" his father said. He handed Carl a stack 
of advertising inserts from out of the paper for Carl to sit on. He 
located the classified ads section, knowing this section wouldn't be 
read, and handed it to Mitchell.
	The police officer finally came back with the citation in his 
hand. The boys' father signed it and handed it back and then complained 
to the police office for taking so long to write the ticket.
	"Well, sir, you realize you would have made it to your destination 
long ago had you been driving the posted speed limit," the police 
officer said. Have a nice day, sir. Drive more carefully from now on."
	The boys' father gave himself a couple minutes to cool himself 
down. Realizing that he was already late, he decided that there was no 
point in rushing. He drove to the school, just a quarter mile away and 
escorted his boys to the building. Carl and Mitchell looked at each 
other's wet pants and they both knew they couldn't enter their 
classrooms like this. They didn't dare complain to their father at this 
point.
	He went into the school with Carl and Mitchell to tell the 
attendance office that his boys were now in school and to explain the 
reason for their tardiness. He also used the phone there to call his 
work and let his boss know he was on his way.
	Before Carl and Mitchell went to their classrooms, they paid a 
visit to the school nurse. Both boys went in at the same time and 
explained that they were brothers and didn't need individual privacy, so 
she let them both into the "diaper room", as it was called among the 
diaper-wearing kids in the school. The nurse looked at Mitchell, having 
recognized him from the day before and asked him if he needed to start 
bringing his own diapers.
	"I don't plan on wearing them in school," Mitchell explained to 
the nurse. The nurse figured that perhaps Mitchell was starting to have 
some problems with his body and he was too embarrassed to tell his 
parents about it.
	"You had a big accident yesterday, and you're in a diaper today 
and you've wet it," she said. "You might want to bring some diapers if 
you keep having problems, you can keep them in one of these boxes," she 
explained. "But I'd bring disposable diapers since we don't have the 
time nor the equipment to wash cloth diapers."
	The nurse changed Mitchell's diaper and then gave him his pants 
back.
	"Do you need me to call your parents for them to bring you boys 
some pants?" she asked them.
	Carl and Mitchell looked at each other. Neither of them was about 
to go into their classes and they nodded to each other.
	"Yes, please," Mitchell said. "But call my mother, her work number 
is 555-1584."
	"Okay, let me change your brother, and then I will call your 
mother."
	"What about our teachers?" Carl asked.
	"I'll let them know you're both here, so you'll be excused."
	After Carl was changed into a disposable diaper, he and Mitchell 
were left alone in the diaper room, both of them in just their diapers.
	"Oh no! Mom won't know anything about this!" Carl said.
	"She's gonna be pissed," Mitchell said. Carl looked at Mitchell 
and said, "I'm sorry I got you into this. You must be mad at me."
	"No Carl," Mitchell replied. "It's my fault, I'm the one who 
wanted to wear them. It turns out I didn't need them, since I haven't 
had to poop since last night."
	"But do you still want to wear them?"
	"Yeah, but not here at school! Everybody is going to tease me 
about what happened yesterday!"
	"You boys sit tight," the nurse told them as she came back in. "Go 
ahead and put your wet pants back on for now and wait out in the front. 
The chairs are plastic, so you won't ruin them when you sit on them."
	It was nearly an hour later before the boys' mother came to the 
school, bringing with her two pairs of pants. As expected, she had a 
very angry look on her face.
	"Just what is going on with you boys and wearing diapers all of a 
sudden?" she asked them. "What went on this morning? I had no idea what 
the nurse was even talking about when she called!"
	Carl then volunteered to explain everything from the night before 
and how he and Mitchell wound up being late and wetting their pants.
	"I should have just made you boys wear wet pants all day!" their 
mother grumbled as she tossed each of her sons a clean, dry pair of 
jeans.
	"So, what are you going to do now?" they asked their mother.
	"We'll talk about it this evening! I'm going back to work!" she 
stormed off as she took the two pairs of wet pants and the wet diapers 
with her.
	It wasn't an easy day for Mitchell. Everybody teased him about his 
pooping accident the day and being diapered as a result. Everybody 
looked at Mitchell's butt to see if he was diapered, and they confirmed 
it by the crinkling sound and the telltale bulge. A lot of kids who had 
been bullied by Mitchell were taking shots at him and getting revenge 
for the things he had done to them. Mitchell had been knocked down 
several pegs and lost his status as a schoolyard bully.
	Things weren't going much better for Carl, either. Carl was upset 
from everything that had happened that day. He tried to ignore the fact 
that he was diapered, but every little move his body made reminded him 
of the thick, white pad that had been taped around him. He and Mitchell 
each wet their diapers once more during the day and they both needed to 
be changed again by the school nurse.
	When the boys' mother picked them up from school and they got into 
the car, they were surprised to see that in the back seat were four 
large packages of diapers. They looked very familiar to Carl. They were 
the same, super-thick disposable diapers that Tommy, Marvin and Max all 
wore to school.
	Carl and Mitchell stared at the diaper packages in complete 
disbelief. Both of the boys knew that the diapers were for them to wear, 
but they sensed that the diapers were intended as part of a further 
punishment and not just for them to wear because they wanted to wear 
them.
	"Are these diapers for us?" Carl asked his mother naively.
	"No, they're for your father, he's become incontinent!" she 
replied sarcastically. "Of course they're for you boys! You wanted 
diapers, you got 'em!"
	"Uh, thanks, Mom," Carl said dubiously.
	"I don't know what you're thanking me for, Carl," she said. "You 
may not want to wear diapers after this."
	The rest of the drive home was silent and devoid of conversation. 
When they got home, the boys were told to take two packages of diapers 
each into their rooms and then to return to the garage. When they went 
back to the car, they saw that their mother had opened up the trunk. 
Inside of it were six more packages. They were cloth diapers and plastic 
pants.
	"These are yours, Carl," his mother said as she handed him three 
sacks. Mitchell was then handed three more sacks of his own and told, 
"and these are yours, Mitchell."
	Neither Carl nor Mitchell really knew what was going on, other 
than that their mother had bought a lot of diapers for each of them. 
They were both told to change out of the diapers they were already 
wearing and to put on three cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants 
each and then get started on their homework.
	"So you're letting us wear diapers now?" Carl asked his mother.
	"I wouldn't say 'letting', but yes. I'm not going to fight this 
issue any longer! I took off an hour early from work to get these 
diapers for you! Oh, and I also closed out your savings accounts to get 
the money for them!"
	"Mom!" the two boys exclaimed.
	"Those diapers are expensive, so you'd better get your money's 
worth out of them!" she said.
	"But, I was saving for computer games and stuff!" Carl said.
	"Me, too!" Mitchell added.
	"You boys have enough computer games as it is!" she said. "You 
might want to think about whether or not the diapers you're both going 
to be wearing all summer long are worth the money that was spent on 
them, your money, that is."
	"All summer long?" Mitchell questioned.
	"That's what I said, Mitch," she said. "All summer long!"
	"And what about school?"
	"That's what the disposable diapers are for," their mother 
explained. "School, and whenever you boys leave the house, which won't 
be often, especially since your clothes will be confiscated."
	"What?!" Carl exclaimed. "You're confiscating our clothes, too?"
	"You won't be able to wear them, your pants, at least," his mother 
said. "You ought to know how thick three cloth diapers are! From what 
your father told me, when I called him at work, you couldn't get your 
pants to fit over even one diaper!"
	"Dad made us wear them that way," Carl said.
	"And whose fault is that, Carl, Mitchell?" their mother asked 
rhetorically. "Now get your butts in your rooms and go change now!"
	Carl and Mitchell each went into their rooms with mixed feelings 
about everything that had suddenly happened. They each felt like that 
this should have been arranged so that having them wear diapers would 
not be a punishment, but as a way for their parents to merely accede to 
their wishes.
	Carl opened up one of the two bags that each contained a dozen 
pre-folded cloth diapers, their fabric still virgin white and untainted 
by any pee and poop stains. He pulled out three of them as his mother 
had told him. He then looked in the third bag, which contained six pairs 
of plastic pants, several dozen safety pins, plus wipes and powder.
	Carl took his pants off and then the diaper he had been wearing 
since he was changed that afternoon. He had wet in it some since then. 
He then lay himself down on his bed and tried to wipe his moist skin and 
then powder it. He got himself hard from rubbing powder around his own 
genitals, but it wasn't nearly as satisfying to him as having Heidi or 
Nancy do it.
	Next he stacked the three diapers together and sat on them. Then, 
one diaper at a time, he brought each of the sides together and fastened 
them with the large pins. He repeated with the other two diapers and 
then pinned them on over the first one. He thought the diapers were on 
him tightly enough, but when he stood up he felt the diapers sagging and 
hanging from his hips. He felt some air space between his crotch and the 
diapers,, they weren't tightly pressing his balls and dick upwards the 
way they did when somebody else diapered him and he missed the feeling 
of it. He decided to leave his diapers the way they were and have the 
plastic pants keep them up on him. He stepped into one of the fresh 
pairs of frosty white plastic pants and pulled them up over the diapers. 
He then exited his bedroom, embarrassed to appear before his mother in 
such diapers.
	She knelt down and examined his diapers. She patted her hand on 
his bottom and detected the slack diaper material over his butt. She 
could see that Carl needed some practice in self-diapering, but at least 
he was diapered as heavily as what she had told him to put on.
	Mitchell was having a harder time. He was a complete novice to 
wearing diapers and he hadn't ever seen anyone use cloth diapers nor 
observed anyone putting them on someone. His mother looked at him and 
figured he was in even more need of practice. She ended up re-doing his 
diapers for him. When he came back out, Carl observed that Mitchell's 
diapers went up much higher and had a tighter look to them. Carl then 
asked his mother to help him with his own diapers, and so she did.
	A few minutes later, Carl returned to the kitchen table to join 
Mitchell in doing homework. Carl felt that his diapers fit him a lot 
better, about the same as having Heidi or Nancy diaper him, and he could 
feel the diapers hugging his lower back and constricting his body over 
his stomach. His genitals were firmly held in place by several bands of 
cloth bunched up into his crotch. The diapers now felt solid and tightly 
packed in between his legs like they should have felt.
	When their father returned home from work later that evening he 
saw his boys in their diapers just as he had expected them to be 
wearing. He and his wife agreed during their phone conversation that 
afternoon that they were going to make their boys stay in diapers all 
summer long.
	"You boys realize that we're not doing this for your pleasure," 
their father stated as he sat his two sons down on the couch in front of 
him. "You're both grounded for the entire summer, you won't get any 
allowance, you won't see any friends, and we'll look for a baby-sitter 
to watch you guys while your mother is at work. I'm sure your mother has 
told you that you'll have to change and wash your own diapers, except 
for when the baby-sitter is around."
	For the next two weeks, Carl and Mitchell were confined to wearing 
only their diapers and their shirts from the time they came home from 
school to the next morning. They each wore their disposable diapers to 
school and brought along two diapers each for their daily changes. Upon 
getting home, they were to diaper themselves in the triple-thick cotton 
diapers, and after a few days and two wet, smelly spots on the couch, 
their mother decided that Carl and Mitchell were better off to have her 
diaper them instead of having them try putting their own diapers on.
	Carl and Mitchell never talked to Tommy, Marvin or Max at school, 
and only through late-night e-mail sessions was Carl able to communicate 
with the other boys. He hoped to see the other boys over the summer, but 
from the way things appeared at that point, they would not see each 
other face to face until they entered junior high next fall.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 39
------------------------------

	Meanwhile, things had been going more favorably for Tommy and his 
friends Marvin and Max. Not much had changed in the last few weeks 
leading up to the end of the school year for them. The three boys were 
back to being the after-school diaper-boy threesome they started out 
with, after Carl had been grounded and kept at home. The three boys 
usually spent their time at Marvin's house after school, but sometimes 
they went over to Tommy's place, too, where Nancy and Dee Anne were 
getting more and more in on the "baby treatment" act for the boys.
	The e-mail from Carl let the other boys know about the recent 
developments from his side of things, including the new diapers that he 
and Mitchell had started wearing. The three other boys noticed Carl's 
and Mitchell's diapers underneath their pants at school, and on occasion 
they bumped into each other in the nurse's office, but rarely spoke to 
each other even then. It was an awkward sort of friendship for both 
sides.
	Tommy, Marvin and Max were hoping to get Ryan, the bedwetting 
brother of Heidi's friend Lani, to join them after school for having 
some diaper fun with them, but Ryan was still too shy about wearing 
diapers in front of the other boys, even after having worn diapers to 
bed every night for over six weeks. He still couldn't accept the fact 
that he had to wear them in the first place, but he agreed that wet 
diapers were better than a wet bed. He didn't need to be in diapers all 
day long, either, unlike Tommy, Marvin and Max.
	Ryan's and Lani's mother had since then found out about Lani 
diapering Ryan for bed every night. Lani managed to keep the fact that 
she was putting her brother into diapers every night a secret for a few 
nights. Having a limited supply of the diapers, Lani needed to wash one 
set of them every day while putting the other set on Ryan.
	Ryan liked waking up in a dry bed for once, and wet diapers to him 
weren't nearly as bad as cold, damp bed sheets. Ryan got used to wearing 
them and he didn't mind that he was put into them right after his mother 
had left for work in the evenings. On their mother's nights off, Lani 
and Ryan had to be more discreet with the diapers.
	Ryan got away with wearing the diapers for a couple weeks without 
his mother knowing it, but then she had found Ryan's wet diapers one 
afternoon. She looked at the obviously used set of diapers, and it 
occurred to her that Ryan's bed sheets had not been changed at all 
during this time.
	The diapers were beginning to smell of a strong, stale urine odor, 
so she decided to wash and dry them. She would then talk to Ryan about 
the diapers when he got home from school. After Lani and Ryan came in 
the door, their mother went to the dryer and stopped it to pull out one 
of the diapers.
	Ryan had just set his book bag down when his mother held one of 
the diapers in front of his face.
	"Where did you get these diapers?" Ryan's mother asked him. Ryan 
was surprised to see his mother confront him like this.
	"Lani got them for me," Ryan said truthfully.
	Lani was then called out, and then she was asked about the 
diapers.
	"I got them from Heidi," Lani said. "I found out that her brothers 
wear diapers, and I decided that Ryan needed them for his bedwetting."
	"We've talked about diapers before," their mother said, as if to 
not approve of them.
	"I don't think a bedwetter should be made to wear them because 
it's degrading and humiliating to the child."
	"So is waking up in a wet bed," Ryan said to his mother. "You 
think I'll ever learn to 'deal with it?'"
	"Well, you have so far, and you don't wet as often anymore."
	A moment of awkward silence passed and then Ryan's mother asked 
him, "How do you feel about wearing them?"
	Ryan paused for a moment to think about what he was going to say 
to his mother.
	"I actually don't mind, it's nice to wake up in a dry bed," he 
said, hinting a smile.
	"Doesn't wearing diapers make you feel like a baby?" his mother 
asked him, trying to discourage his use of diapers.
	"Not really, I just think of them as thick underwear," Ryan said.
	"Then is this how you would rather handle your bedwetting 
problem?" she asked Ryan.
	"Mom, what else can be done?" Ryan blurted out in frustration. 
"The doctor can't seem to do anything, and forget nasal sprays and 
alarms! I hate those things! I'd rather wear diapers than some device 
that makes a sound when I wet the bed! Now *that's* what I call 
humiliating!"
	"Well, I suppose if you'd rather wear diapers, it's up to you," 
his mother said, reneging her objections. Lani was satisfied with her 
mother's decision to let Ryan wear the diapers. Ryan was happier, too.
	"How do you really feel about wearing them, Ryan?" his mother 
asked him again.
	"They're okay," Ryan said. "In fact, I kind of like them."
	After Ryan and Lani did some more talking with their mother, she 
agreed that Ryan was better off wearing diapers at nighttime, especially 
when she found out how many other boys there were who also wore diapers 
for bedwetting, including Marvin, Max and Tommy. She had then met Tommy, 
Marvin and Max, who ultimately convinced her that there was nothing 
wrong with an older boy wearing diapers.
	"I don't think Ryan would want to wear them as heavily as you boys 
do," she remarked when she saw Tommy in triple-stacked Thickies and 
Marvin and Max each in triple sets of their sister's homemade diapers.
	Ryan had also been furnished with some diapers of his own, too. He 
felt that if he was going to wear diapers, then he should have some of 
his own. He was uncomfortable about wearing something that had been peed 
and pooped in by someone else.
	His mother gave Marvin her credit card number so that he could 
order for Ryan a couple dozen Thickies brand diapers from the Thickies 
web site, along with some plastic pants. Lani had highly recommended 
them after seeing how big and thick they were on Tommy, Marvin and Max. 
She had told her mother that Tommy, Marvin and Max all agreed that 
Thickies diapers were the best-- except perhaps for Heidi's homemade 
diapers-- because of the absorbency, but Lani just wanted to see her 
brother wearing them since she thought the other boys looked especially 
cute wearing Thickies.
	Up until the Thickies diapers arrived in the mail, Ryan continued 
to wear diapers borrowed from Marvin. He had no idea that the diapers 
that he would be getting would be so big and thick. When Lani presented 
it to Ryan that night, he balked at the idea of having to wear such an 
enormous diaper.
	"Do I have to wear *that?*" he asked as he pointed to the thick, 
bulky diaper.
	"This is what Mom and I agreed upon," she said.
	"But, it's so thick!" he said.
	"That's why they're called Thickies," Lani said as she showed Ryan 
the invoice from the order.
	"How many are you going to make me wear?"
	"Just one, it's all you need with these diapers, but you can 
always wear two if you want them that thick."
	"I think one will be enough," Ryan said as he felt the thick 
fabric between his thumb and fingers.
	Ryan knew that he had no choice but to wear the diapers now that 
he had them and Lani wouldn't give up on getting him to wear them. Ryan 
stripped off his pants and his underwear and then he got up on the bed. 
Lani powdered him up and then she put the big diaper on him. She smiled 
as she handled the soft, fabric, still new and as white as snow. She 
packed it into his crotch and pulled it over his stomach. Lani felt 
Ryan's hard-on deeply immersed in the heavy cotton as she stretched it 
tightly over him and pinned it up. She added a pair of new plastic pants 
and fit them over his thick diaper. He stood up and took off his day 
shirt and slipped into his pajama top.
	"You look cute in those!" Lani said to him as she looked at his 
bare, long slender legs led up to his well-padded butt. "Mind if I take 
a picture?"
	"No!" Ryan said. "I mean no as in, yes, I do mind!"
	"Awwww, okay," Lani said, assuring him that she was just kidding, 
though she would have liked to have photographed him donning the very 
big diaper she had just put on him.
	"Maybe you'd feel better about wearing diapers if you just went 
over with me to Heidi's house sometime," she said.
	"I don't know, Lani," Ryan said. "Why do you want me to go?"
	"I think you'd have a lot of fun being around Marvin and Max. 
Maybe Tommy will be there, too. If anything, you'd stand out from them 
if you *weren't* going around in just your diapers like they always do."
	"Is that why you want me to go? To see me go around in diapers?"
	"Well, yeah, I'll admit, it'd look cute to see four of you boys 
romping around in diapers all evening long."
	"Do you like to see me wearing diapers?" Ryan asked his sister.
	"Of course I do!" Lani smiled as she gently pinched his thigh, 
just below his diapered bottom. "I told you, I think they make you look 
cute!"
	"But really, Ryan," Lani said. "I think you'd have a lot of fun 
spending the night with those boys sometime," she said.
	"Well, let me think about it," Ryan said.
	"Okay," Lani said, feeling hopeful about having her brother join 
her and Heidi at the slumber party they had planned at the end of the 
school year.
	Ryan had thought it over. He had never gone to a sleepover because 
of his bedwetting. He figured that he needed to get over his feelings 
about being a bedwetter and now wearing diapers because of it, since his 
doctor had told him that he would be likely be wetting his bed into his 
late teens. He realized that he would have to come to terms with his 
problem and to learn to accept it.
	Later in the evening, Ryan told Lani, "I'll go."
	"Good!" she said. "I think this will be a good move for you."
	At long last, the final bell of the school year went off, 
signaling the beginning of nearly three months of summer fun. The kids 
cheered and bustled out of the building. For Tommy and Marvin, it would 
be their last time ever in elementary school as junior high was just 
around the corner.
	Tommy, Marvin and Max went to the nurse's office to pick up their 
remaining supplies of diapers. Some of the other kids had been seen 
picking up their remaining diaper supplies. Tommy was surprised to see 
one other boy he recognized from the sixth grade class getting his 
diapers. He hoped to maybe talk to him about it, but the buses were due 
to leave soon, and as soon as the other boy grabbed his diapers, he was 
already gone. Tommy thought perhaps he and Marvin could get to know him 
next fall. Most of the other kids who were getting their diapers were 
from the lower grades.
	As it was a half-day at school, Marvin and Max were picked up by 
their mother early that afternoon. She had scheduled dental checkups and 
haircuts for them and Heidi that afternoon.
	Tommy went home with Nancy, who also had Dee Anne with her. 
Shortly before Tommy got his pants taken off and changed into his cloth 
diapers, Carl and Mitchell showed up at the door a few minutes later. 
They stayed outside and asked Tommy to come out.
	"Hi," Tommy said to them.
	"Hi," they replied back at the same time.
	Mitchell extended his arm to shake hands with Tommy, and to 
finally apologize to Tommy.
	"I'm sorry, Tommy," Mitchell said with his head hung low. His was 
more somber and subdued, not the loud, insulting bully that Tommy 
thought he was. In fact, Mitchell was nearly crying.
	"I'm really sorry for having been such a jerk to you," Mitchell 
said. "And most of all, I want to say that I am sorry about the bicycle 
accident that I got you into last fall."
	"Well, there's nothing that can be done to change what happened, 
Mitchell," Tommy said. "I forgive you."
	"Thanks, Tommy," Mitchell said, wiping a tear from his face. "But 
you know, you really got hurt back then, and I should have helped you 
get home when I didn't, and now you're wearing diapers because of what I 
made you do. I really am sorry." Mitchell began to shed another tear.
	"Man, it's okay," Tommy said as he put his arm around Mitchell's 
shoulders. "So I'm in diapers, I've learned to enjoy it very much, and 
so have you guys, even you, Mitch! I was really surprised when I found 
out that Carl had been taking them from the back yard!"
	"So was I," Mitchell said. "I thought I'd get Carl busted for 
wearing them, but then, you know, things just happened, and I wound up 
wearing one because of what happened in school, and now, I understand 
why Carl wanted them, and why you like wearing them, so now me and Carl 
are both stuck wearing them for the summer. Kind of ironic, huh?"
	Tommy had been nodding his head as he continued to listen to 
Mitchell talk about everything that had happened, things which Carl had 
been telling him through e-mail.
	"Well, maybe this fall when me and Carl are off grounding we can 
get together and go for a bike ride, and we'll go anywhere you want."
	"I'll remember to ask about it then," Tommy said.
	"Well, we'd better get going," Mitchell said. "This was the only 
time me and Carl could sneak away from the house before our Mom gets 
home from work, so we thought we'd better stop by and see you since 
we'll be grounded all summer."
	"Keep in touch, guys!" Tommy said as he shook hands with both of 
them.
	"See you next fall, I guess," Carl said as he and Mitchell rode 
away on their bikes.
	Tommy was immediately changed out of his disposable diaper, 
perhaps the last one he would wear until school started again in the 
fall. Nancy wiped his wet bottom and crotch clean and then she wrapped 
him up in several thick cotton diapers while Dee Anne helped out. She 
folded each of the diapers and handed them to Nancy along with the pins 
for each of the diapers. Dee Anne then went to the kitchen to get Tommy 
a baby bottle filled with soda while Nancy finished pinning up Tommy's 
diapers. She had put eight diapers on him and folded some to use inside 
of his diapers as soaker pads. It was the last day of school and she and 
Dee Anne had planned to make the afternoon special for Tommy.
	When Nancy finished diapering Tommy, she ceremoniously folded 
Tommy's overalls and stuck them on the top shelf of his closet, where 
they would likely remain untouched for the entire summer.
	"Well, we won't need those pants for awhile!" Nancy said to Tommy. 
"You'll probably just be in diapers most of the summer, anyway, though 
Mom did get you a pair of shorts for when you do go out."
	"Just some shorts?" Tommy asked Nancy. "My legs will show."
	"Well, Tommy," Nancy started, "in case you haven't noticed, you've 
been going around in diapers just about all the time you're home, and 
you legs have been showing all along!" Nancy giggled over her light 
sarcasm.
	""You've gotten over your exposing-your-bare-legs phobia by now, 
haven't you?" she asked him more seriously.
	"I don't mind it at home," Tommy said, "but I still think people 
would think my legs look funny if I went out wearing shorts in public," 
Tommy said. At this time Dee Anne had returned to the room with Tommy's 
bottle.
	"Well, you could stay in just your diapers all summer long and not 
break your record for how long you've gone without wearing anything 
else!" Nancy said.
	"What are you guys talking about?" Dee Anne asked, curious to know 
what Nancy and Tommy had been discussing.
	"Oh, he's still afraid to go out in shorts in public," Nancy said 
to Dee Anne.
	"If you want to know something, Tommy," Nancy said to her brother, 
"Dee Anne thinks your legs are cute!"
	Dee Anne's mouth was agape and her eyes were wide open as Nancy 
had mildly embarrassed her.
	"Nancy!" Dee Anne jabbed her in the ribs with her elbow. "I can't 
believe you told him I said that!"
	"But you did say it, Dee Anne!" Nancy remarked. Tommy had an 
uncomfortable look on his face as he became self-conscious of the 
appearance of his legs. Dee Anne walked over to him to comfort him.
	"Oh, relax, Tommy!" she said as she put her arm around him. She 
knelt down and set the bottle aside and started brushing her hand along 
his bare thighs and patted his knee. "You do have cute legs," Dee Anne 
looked up and smiled at him.
	"Uh, thanks," Tommy said.
	"And a nice butt, too!" she said as she tried to resist patting 
his abundantly padded rear end, but once again failed to refrain from 
it. Tommy had gotten to where he had expected it, and he enjoyed the 
attention, too.
	"I'm sorry," Dee Anne apologized with an assuring smile, realizing 
that she may have been embarrassing Tommy. "I just had to do it!"
	"That's okay," Tommy said, having enjoyed the attention. He stuck 
his butt towards Dee Anne. "Pat my butt again if you want."
	Dee Anne took advantage of Tommy's permissiveness and she patted 
his diapered derriere a couple more times.
	"I just wish I had a brother in diapers like you to take care of, 
Tommy," Dee Anne said.
	"I know," Tommy replied, having heard Dee Anne say "I wish I had a 
brother like you to take care of" to him at least a couple dozen times 
that he could recall.
	"Here, have a bottle!" she said as she picked up the bottle from 
the floor and handed it to Tommy.
	"Wait!" Nancy said. "Let's go nurse him!"
	Tommy wasn't sure just what this meant, but he was feeling pretty 
good this day, having passed his classes easily and having completed 
another year in school. He was looking forward to the slumber party at 
Marvin's house later that evening. He didn't show any resistance to 
being "nursed" in spite of his uncertainty of what it would entail.
	Nancy and Dee Anne got on the couch and sat together. They told 
Tommy to get up on the couch with them and lie across each of their 
laps. Nancy held Tommy's head up and gave him his bottle and had him 
drink from it as if he were still nursing. They had called his drink his 
"formula", which was what Nancy and Dee Anne liked to call any beverage 
that was served in a baby bottle for Tommy to drink out of.
	Tommy's butt was planted on Dee Anne's lap. Dee Anne put her left 
arm underneath him around his waist and she kept patting his bottom, 
feeling the solid bulk of cotton beneath his plastic pants. Tommy kept 
his legs spread widely apart and his knees bent with his stocking feet 
placed just across from Dee Anne's lap.
	Dee Anne could see Tommy's thickly diapered crotch bulging from 
between his bare legs as she looked down at him. With her other hand she 
kept rubbing and patting Tommy's stomach, where his diaper had risen up 
high enough to cover it. The girls knew how this made Tommy feel so 
good, particularly in the region of his body just below where Dee Anne 
was rubbing and patting him. How quickly Tommy forgot that these were 
nine- and ten-year-old girls treating him like a baby boy.
	Likewise, both Nancy and Dee Anne could sense some pre-pubescent 
feelings from knowing that they were making Tommy such a happy little 
diaper boy. A second bottle was brought out and the girls switched 
places so that Dee Anne could have her turn at bottle-feeding Tommy.
	Tommy had gotten himself quite relaxed by the time he finished off 
the second bottle. He was ready for a nap by this time and he wanted to 
get in a little snooze before going over to Tommy's house that night. As 
Tommy was too big of a boy to be carried to his crib by just one of the 
girls, both of them picked him up from the couch and carried him. Tommy 
was enjoying himself and the things the two girls were doing to him.
	As it was warm in the room, even with the air conditioner on, 
Tommy was left uncovered as he was set down in his crib. Nancy checked 
his diapers and saw that he had wet himself but would not need to be 
changed until before he left for Marvin's house. Tommy was on his 
stomach and his rear end was in the perfect position for a good, 
affectionate patting by both of the girls. They decided to read Tommy a 
couple stories before leaving him to take his nap for the afternoon. 
After each of the girls had read him a story they each kissed him and 
then they slid the crib gate up. Tommy was so relaxed at this point that 
he didn't even want to disturb his own quietude by jacking off. He fell 
into a light sleep and dreamt of being a baby again. It was the most 
beautiful, satisfying dream he could ever recall.
	Upon waking up, Tommy's young erotic urges were pounding like a 
drum and demanding immediate attention. Tommy had a very intense 
erection in his wet diapers that were also soon to become poopy. He lay 
awake in his crib, staring at the latched gate to his side, recalling 
his dream of being a little boy who needed to poop his diapers 
desperately. With toilet training being the farthest thing from his 
vicariously infantile mind, he could only do one thing, and that was to 
load his diapers.
	Tommy lifted his legs and felt the mess squeeze out of him and 
into his super-thick diapers. He felt several large turds become one 
solid, sticky mass inside of his diapers as it filled the tight space 
between the heavy bulk of cotton and his butt. His bowel movement coated 
his crotch in poop and it seemed to spread everywhere throughout his 
diapers, including throughout the frontal areas. In spite of the smell, 
Tommy really got himself off on lying in his crib needing his very 
soiled diapers to be taken care of by someone old enough and mature 
enough to care for him, such as his "little" sister.
	By this point Tommy could barely contain his intensely erotic 
feelings. He began to furiously massage his erection through the thick 
pile of cloth stacked and pinned over it. He kept thinking, "God, I love 
diapers! Oh God, do I love diapers! I love being a diaper boy! I'm 
diapered so thick! My butt is diapered! I'm a poopy little diaper boy!"
	Tommy's thoughts about being in diapers were so intense that he 
could no longer just think these words, but he had to vocalize them now.
	"OH GOD! I LOVE BEING A DIAPER BOY! KEEP ME THICKLY DIAPERED FOR 
LIFE! I'M A DIAPER BOY AND I LOVE IT!"
	Tommy especially enjoyed the thought of mostly being in just his 
diapers from now until the end of summer-- three whole months. Tommy 
then had the most intense orgasm ever. He thought that it just couldn't 
be any better than this. This orgasm was just as much mental as it was 
physical. It completely consumed all of his thoughts and his physical 
feelings. He was having a very strong "diaper high", as he had called 
such moments of extreme fervor for his diapers.
	Tommy's excited activity got Nancy's and Dee Anne's attention as 
they heard him shaking his crib around and shouting how much he loved 
being in diapers. Nancy got up from the computer where she and Dee Anne 
were checking out some web sites. She went to Tommy's room to check on 
him.
	"Are you okay?" Nancy asked Tommy, who was now lying still in his 
crib, breathing heavily and sweating. She went over to him and felt the 
heat coming off of his body.
	"I'm fine," Tommy answered between breaths. "I just got, really, 
really, excited, that's all," he said, trying not to feel embarrassed 
about having reacted so strongly to his feelings about diapers. "I hope 
I didn't scare you."
	"We were wondering about you," she said. "What happened?"
	"I just, got a little carried away," he said. "I'm sorry."
	"Don't worry about it, little brother," she said as she held 
Tommy's hand, embracing the opportunity to call him a "little brother" 
in spite of his age of three years senior to hers. "I'm just glad that 
you love being in your diapers as much as you do, especially after you 
felt so bad about having to wear them after the accident."
	Sensing that Tommy's diapers exuded a very ripe, putrid poop odor, 
Nancy decided that he should be changed at about this time. She lowered 
the gate and let Tommy out of his crib and took him over to his changing 
table. She unpinned the massive bunches of diapers and opened them up to 
reveal the foul, stinking pile of poop that had spread everywhere 
throughout his diapers. A thick layer of poop covered the inner diaper 
as well as Tommy's skin. Even for Nancy's experience in handling Tommy's 
poopy messes, this one was going to be the toughest one for her yet. She 
wasn't going to bother wiping him off at this point, so she put some of 
the diapers back on Tommy just so he could get to the shower without 
spilling poop everywhere he walked. She had Tommy stand up in the 
bathtub ,and then Nancy removed his diapers there.
	Nancy stayed in the bathroom with Tommy and she ran the shower 
water over his butt, cleansing the densely packed poop off of him. She 
helped wipe him up. Even after he had just come off of such a highly 
energetic diaper high, his penis was becoming erect again from the feel 
of the warm water accompanied by Nancy's gentle wiping and cleaning of 
his smooth, slick buttocks. Dee Anne had been curious why Nancy had been 
gone so long, so she went to the bathroom and saw Nancy wiping her 
brother's bottom clean and dry. She dried the rest of his body off and 
told him to go back to his room and wait.
	Can I diaper him?" Dee Anne asked.
	"Sure," Nancy offered. "He's having a really good day in his 
diapers, so make sure you diaper him up good and thick!"
	"Don't I always?" Dee Anne stated. She then went into Tommy's room 
right behind him and watched his unclothed bum bouncing around as he 
leapt up on his changing table.
	"Your butt is cute, but it's cuter in diapers!" Dee Anne said to 
Tommy.
	Dee Anne powdered up Tommy's butt and his balls very generously, 
and she enjoyed feeling his appropriately baby-soft skin rubbing up 
beneath her fingers. Tommy twinged a little as Dee Anne ran the powder 
around his penis, which was still tender and sensitive from his jacking 
off so strongly. Next she folded several diapers for use as doublers and 
then several more to pin around Tommy as thickly as what he had on 
before. Nancy was very impressed with Dee Anne's diapering skills that 
she had acquired from diapering Tommy so many times over the last few 
months.

BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 40
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	Tommy's mother came home from her work shortly before Marvin's 
father stopped by to pick him up to take him to the party that Marvin 
was having. Tommy's mother helped Tommy pack his clothes for the 
overnight stay, mainly, a supply of diapers, which occupied the bulk of 
his bag, a couple shirts and a couple changes of socks.
	Tommy also put on the shorts that his mother had bought for him to 
wear in public places. Tommy thought about going over to Marvin's house 
in just his diapers, but at the last minute he decided to have his 
shorts handy just in case Marvin's family decided to go someplace right 
away.
	Upon Tommy's request, his mother brought him the shorts. They were 
bright red, very large and bulky-looking. They were high-cut, too, and 
would barely come down far enough to cover his diapers.
	"These are really big shorts, Mommy," Tommy commented to his 
mother.
	"Well, you wear some really big diapers, too, Tommy, so of course 
the shorts are big," his mother said.
	Tommy held the shorts in front of him and he stepped into them. 
They fit over his diapers just fine. His skinny legs appeared so 
disproportionate to the size of the leg openings of the shorts, which 
were several sizes larger than what Tommy would wear had he not been so 
thickly diapered. Nancy and Dee Anne thought he looked almost as cute in 
the huge shorts as he did in just his diapers.
	Marvin's father then stopped by, and Marvin and Max were with him. 
They had told Tommy to grab his bicycle and load it up in the back of 
the van since Marvin and Max had planned to go bike riding. Tommy went 
to the garage and wheeled out his bicycle, bringing his helmet with him.
	"Good thing I decided to wear these shorts," Tommy thought as he 
expected to need them for when he was out on his bike.
	Tommy gave his mother a hug and a kiss goodbye. He even let Nancy 
and Dee Anne give him a little peck on the cheek and a pat on the butt 
from each of them. They had pulled his shorts down first, so that they 
would see his diapers while patting his behind.
	Tommy then headed out the door. He could feel the breeze blowing 
up into the expansive leg openings of his shorts. He hopped into the 
back of the van and sat next to Max, who, along with Marvin up in the 
front seat, had nothing on but his shirt and his diapers. Tommy thought 
that Max's red-striped socks accented his appearance in his diapers 
rather nicely.
	The boys talked about the past school year on the short drive 
between Tommy's house and Marvin's house. Upon arrival, they took 
Tommy's bike into the garage and they went into the house. Tommy was 
greeted by Heidi. Right away she commented on his shorts.
	"What are you wearing those shorts for?" Heidi asked Tommy.
	"I was just wearing them while I was outside going from my house 
to the van, and then from the van into here."
	"Take 'em off and hand 'em over," Heidi said, smiling. "You won't 
need them."
	"Well, I did bring my bike, so I'll need them then, won't I?"
	"No, we're gonna go out and ride them tonight!" Marvin said. Tommy 
thought he was being sarcastic, but Marvin was serious.
	"You mean, in just your diapers?" Tommy questioned.
	"Yeah! We do this all the time during the summer! It's the only 
time we can go out and ride our bikes since we have nothing but diapers 
to wear all summer long! Right, Max?"
	"Yep!" he said. "We went to the dentist and we got our haircuts 
first thing, so that we won't have to go anywhere else all summer and 
have to wear anything besides our diapers!"
	"Yep, we don't plan to wear anything but our diapers until the 
middle of August when we register for school!" Marvin said. "We're going 
for a record this year! Last year we only made it to July because Max 
had to go in and see the doctor then."
	Just when Tommy thought that Marvin and Max couldn't possibly have 
taken things to any greater extremes with their diapers, he was still 
surprised that Marvin and Max were planning to spend absolutely as much 
of their summer time in just their diapers as possible and had gone to 
such lengths to achieve this goal.
	"Well, hand them over!" Heidi said, prompting Tommy to pull his 
shorts off and hand them to her. "Let's see those thick, white diapers, 
boy!"
	Tommy then pulled the large, red shorts down and gave them to 
Heidi as she had asked him to do.
	"Thank you," she said as she carried the shorts off with her.
	"Uh, will I get them back when I leave?" Tommy asked Heidi.
	"Nope! You're stuck here the rest of the summer with my brothers 
in just your diapers!" she said with a smile. Tommy was taking her 
seriously, but then she quickly came back to Tommy and she put her arm 
around him.
	"I'm just kidding!" she said. "Of course you'll get them back, but 
not until you leave. My brothers, however, won't have any for awhile!"
	"What did you do with theirs?" Tommy asked Heidi.
	"We dropped them off at the Salvation Army this time!" she said. 
"Mom will buy Marvin and Max some new pants in August, but for now, they 
truly have nothing to wear all summer but their diapers!"
	"Okay," Tommy replied, feeling surprised at what he was still 
learning about his diaper friends after having known them for about the 
last eight months.
	"Do you guys get you go out at night like that?" Tommy asked 
Marvin.
	"Of course, Heidi will go with us, and we'll just stay here in the 
neighborhood and ride on the lighted streets," Marvin said. We'll 
probably go at about dusk."
	"Sounds fun, I suppose," Tommy said.
	"It is! Most people don't even notice that we're all in diapers!" 
Marvin said.
	"Have you guys ever been caught?" Tommy asked.
	"Some girls started chasing us once," Marvin said. "They thought 
we looked cute in our 'underwear', which is what they thought we were 
wearing. You should have seen the looks on their faces when they found 
out that our 'underwear' was diapers!"
	"Then what happened?" Tommy asked.
	"They giggled and said, 'I thought you guys were in just 
underwear!' Max got off his bike and showed them his diapers and he 
said, 'this *is* our underwear!' The girls then just laughed some more 
and watched us as we rode away."
	Lani and her brother Ryan arrived a few minutes later. They had 
ridden their bikes over as they were going to join in on the twilight 
bike ride. Ryan had been expecting to be riding his bike, playing games, 
and eating pizza, which were some of the activities planned, though what 
he didn't know was what Heidi and Lani had in mind for him, too.
	Ryan had gotten used to being in diapers at bedtime, but he wasn't 
wearing them when he came over and he didn't expect to be wearing them 
until he went to bed that night. He had seen Marvin, Max, and Tommy in 
their diapers before, so it was no surprise to him when he saw that the 
other three boys were all decked out in several heavy cloth diapers 
each. Among the three of them, it seemed that they were wearing enough 
diapers to have required an entire cotton field to make them. Ryan 
couldn't imagine ever wearing anything so thick himself, at least he 
tried to repress the thought of it. No matter how hard he tried, he 
couldn't help but to look at the big, white diapers that Tommy, Marvin 
and Max were all wearing.
	Lani and Heidi had since then discussed what they were going to do 
to help Ryan to fit in with the other three boys and their activities. 
Heidi knew that Ryan wouldn't want to go around in diapers like the rest 
of the boys right away, so she left him alone for awhile and let him do 
his own thing while the other three boys were left at the "mercy" of 
Heidi and Lani. They let the two girls change their diapers. Tommy had 
just been changed a few hours before and he had only wet his a little, 
not enough to warrant a change at that time. Heidi changed Marvin out of 
his poop-filled diapers and Lani got to take care of Max's very badly 
soiled diapers. Lani still wasn't used to handling anything beyond wet 
diapers, and the smell and the sight of Max's poop didn't appeal to her, 
but she was well aware that if Ryan was going to be converted to a full-
time diaper boy, she would need to get used to handling his poopy 
diapers, too.
	At around dusk, the gang got ready for their bike run through the 
neighborhood. Everyone was saddled up on their bikes, wearing their 
helmets and ready to go. Tommy was very nervous about doing this, but he 
was willing to go around in just his diapers as long as Marvin and Max 
were with him. It was dusk at that time and the three boys' diapers 
still contrasted against the dark backdrop of the darkness descending 
upon them.
	"You want some diapers?" Heidi asked Ryan, who was still in his 
shorts and his underwear.
	"Uhh, no, I think I'm fine, thank you," he said.
	"Are you guys going in just your diapers?" Ryan questioned. He was 
in complete disbelief.
	"It's all we have to wear!" Marvin said. "Besides, nobody will 
probably notice, anyway!"
	Max then volunteered to relate the time he and Marvin were being 
followed by the two girls who thought they were in their underwear. Max 
went into every detail he could remember and he bragged about showing 
the girls his diapers. Ryan had a hard time understanding how Marvin and 
Max could enjoy diapers as much as they did, though he did feel 
"affected" by listening to Max talk about his diapers.
	"Well, let's go!" Heidi said as she led the group.
	They went down their street and went past a group of teenage boys 
and girls playing basketball under a street light. One of the boys 
looked at them as they went by and he noticed the excessive white fabric 
that three of the four boys were wearing, but he didn't say anything to 
his cohorts about it.
	They continued riding along the mostly quiet street. There were 
some other kids playing in their yards or in the street, but they didn't 
notice that Tommy, Marvin and Max were wearing just diapers.
	"Hey, this is kind of fun!" Tommy remarked. He felt quite 
stimulated by riding around on his bike in his diapers. As he peddled, 
he felt his legs pushing the diaper materials back and forth into his 
crotch, adding to the sensation, especially since his diapers had been 
wet in quite substantially by then. He kept looking at the thick, high-
rising diapers on Marvin's and Max's behinds as they were riding ahead 
of him.
	The residential street continued straight for about another mile 
before it reached the main part of town. There was a well-lighted 
convenience store on the corner. High school kids who had been 
celebrating the start of the summer were out and about and gathered in 
the parking lot. Car stereos were booming loud rock music.
	"Hey, let's ride through town!" Max said.
	"Are you crazy?" Ryan said. "Look at all those kids over there! 
What'll they say when they see you in your diapers?"
	"What's it matter? They don't know me!" Max said.
	"You'd better not," Ryan advised him. "You know, if there are any 
cops, they might bust you guys for indecent exposure or something."
	"Indecent exposure?" Marvin questioned. "They're just diapers!"
	"Yeah, but, you never know," Ryan said. "I'm ready to go back."
	"Ah, don't be a party pooper, Ryan!" Lani said.
	"Once he's in diapers, he *will* be a party pooper!" Heidi said.
	"Oh, yeah," Lani replied as she chuckled.
	"Hey, Max!" Marvin said. "I dare you to ride across the street and 
go past those two girls standing there!" Marvin said as he pointed out 
two young girls both scantily clad in high-cut shorts and halter tops. 
They appeared to be about twelve or thirteen.
	"What do I get for it if I do?" Max asked him.
	"I'll give you five dollars!" Marvin offered. He didn't think Max 
would be willing to do it for that price and Marvin felt assured that 
his five dollars was safe. To Marvin's and everyone else's surprise, Max 
took his older brother up on the dare and he shot across the street, 
right into the parking lot of the convenience store. He rode his bike 
right up to the two girls standing at the corner of the building.
	"Hi!" Max said to them as he rode past them.
	"Hi!" the two girls said to him, surprised to see him suddenly 
appear, and in diapers, no less.
	"Aren't you a little old for diapers?" one of the girls asked Max, 
seeing how obvious his diapers were. Max stopped his bike and stood 
before the girls. He was off to the side of the building and out of view 
of most of the store's patrons.
	"Not for me! I'm a boy!" Max said.
	"Yeah, you most definitely are a boy," the same girl said to him. 
"But you're still too old to wear diapers, aren't you?"
	"I think all boys should wear diapers, no matter how old they 
are!" Max asserted.
	"And what makes you say that?" the girl asked him.
	"Because my Daddy and my brother think the same thing and my 
sister and my Mommy think that all boys should wear diapers!"
	"Well, most boys do act like babies, when you think about it!" the 
girl said, which made her other friends laugh. "And hey, those diapers 
do make you look cute! Maybe we could change you?"
	"My sister takes care of that, and so does my Mommy," Max said to 
them.
	"Oh, really?" she said. "What's your name?"
	"Max," he replied. "My brother's name is Marvin, and he has a 
friend named Tommy, and there's this other kid named Ryan, but he only 
wears diapers to bed because he wets his bed, and then there are these 
other two kids named Carl and Mitchell and they wear diapers, too."
	"Ahhh, so you know a lot of other boys who wear diapers, too," the 
girl said. "Very interesting."
	"So, what are your names?" Max asked the girls.
	"My name is Karen, and this is my friend Judy."
	Judy had remained silent to this point until she asked Max, "Why 
are you going around in just your diapers?"
	"It's all I have to wear all summer," Max said.
	"And, it looks like you wear a lot of diapers, too," she said as 
she noticed the stacked folds of cloth bunched into his crotch and 
covering his behind.
	"That's how I like to wear them," Max said. "Me and my brother 
both love to wear diapers!"
	"I can see that," Judy said.
	"Is your brother with you?" Karen asked Max.
	"He's right across the street. He's with some other people over 
there."
	Meanwhile, Marvin and the others had all been watching, stunned, 
and curious what sort of dialog had been exchanged.
	"He's talking to those girls!" Marvin said.
	"Go find out! They look to be about your age, and they seem to 
like seeing Max in his diapers!" Heidi told him.
	At that moment, Max was motioning for Marvin to come over. He 
invited the others, too.
	"Are you coming with me, Tommy?" Marvin asked him.
	"I'll pass for now, thanks," Tommy replied as he stayed behind 
with the others.
	Marvin then ventured across the street and rode up to the girls. 
He felt his chest pounding as he had never been this open about letting 
complete strangers in public places see him in diapers, with the 
exception of the lodge at the resort community where his family's cabin 
was located.
	"Hi!" the girls said to him. Seeing that he was an older boy close 
to their age, they were especially attracted to him right away.
	"Uh, hello," Marvin said.
	Marvin then introduced himself as did the two girls. They 
continued talking about diapers and the babyish behavior that he and his 
brother enjoyed engaging in. The girls were quite intrigued to learn 
about this sort of behavior and thought it was cute that two boys like 
them would want to be treated like babies. They were both turned on by 
the idea of changing the boys' diapers.
	"Maybe I can get my brother to wear them!" Judy said. "He's such a 
brat and he acts like, well, a baby, most of the time! What kind of 
diapers are those, anyway? They're awfully thick!"
	"My sister made these," Marvin said as he was donning a triple set 
of Heidi's homemade diapers.
	"She diapers you quite well," Judy said. "Maybe she can make my 
brother some of those diapers. He could use them!"
	"Are you serious?" Marvin asked her.
	"I'm really thinking about it," she said. "Spanking him does no 
good, anymore. Can I have your number?"
	"I've got an e-mail address," he said.
	"Okay," she replied. She reached into her purse and pulled out a 
slip of paper and a pen to write it down. Marvin also decided to give 
the girls his web site address.
	"Well, it was nice meeting you boys," Karen said. "What were you 
guys doing out riding your bikes, in diapers?"
	"Just something we like to do," Marvin said, having forgotten 
about the anxiety he had felt just a moment ago. "I dared my brother to 
ride over here, and he did."
	"Well, me and Judy were just hanging out and we were joking about 
meeting boys," Karen said. "I didn't think we really would," she said.
	"Especially boys who wear diapers!" Judy added.
	At that moment, the rest of the group came across to the 
convenience store parking lot, including Tommy. The two girls looked at 
Tommy and they admired how he looked in diapers with his long, slender, 
smooth legs.
	"Well guys, it's getting late and the pizza will be there, soon," 
Heidi said to the group.
	"Okay, well, we must get going," Marvin said to them. He and Max 
left with Heidi and Dee Anne. Tommy and Ryan started to take off, but 
just before they left, the girls looked at Ryan and appeared to 
recognize him.
	"What are you doing here, Ryan?" Karen asked him.
	"Uh, well, just uh..."
	Ryan didn't want the two girls to know that he was also staying 
with Marvin and Max and that he was also in on the "diaper party." The 
girls had figured out that this was what he was doing, anyway.
	"You're not in diapers like the other boys are," she said. "Why 
not?"
	"Because I don't need them," Ryan said, though he wasn't willing 
to disclose that he wore them at night.
	"Aw, come on! You'd look cute in them!" Judy said. "We wouldn't 
tell anybody if you did wear them!"
	"Well," Ryan confessed. "I do wear them at night, and well, I am 
going to the slumber party" he said shyly.
	"Well, have fun! See you in junior high next year!" the girls said 
as the group rode away.
	"You know those girls?" Tommy asked Ryan.
	"Yeah, they're in my sixth grade class," he said. The two boys 
talked as they tagged along behind the others as they were swiftly 
peddling to get home.
	"They'll be going to the same junior high school as the rest of us 
next year," Ryan said. "I just hope they don't go around telling 
everybody that I wear diapers. I wish I didn't tell them."
	"Well, why did you tell them?" Tommy asked him.
	"I dunno," Ryan answered. "I was sort of, kind of, you know, 
wanting them to know, since they liked how you and Marvin and Max wore 
them."
	Tommy could sense that Ryan was now showing some signs of wanting 
to be in diapers for pleasure and not just to wear them out of necessity 
at bedtime. Things looked promising to him so far and it looked like 
they had reeled in another candidate for becoming the next "diaper boy." 
He couldn't wait to tell Marvin and Max about it when they got back to 
the house.
	Meanwhile, at the head of the pack, Heidi and Lani were leading 
everyone back to the house. Marvin and Max were right behind them.
	"You still owe me five dollars," Max reminded Marvin.
	"I know," he said. "Don't worry, I'll do it first thing when we 
get back."
	"Best five dollars I ever spent!" Marvin thought to himself as he 
thought back upon the unexpected, but highly pleasurable event in the 
evening's adventures.

Becoming A Diaper Boy, Parts 41-50