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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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