EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 1 ----------------------- My cousins David and Janet were going to be staying with me for a few days while his parents—my Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald—were leaving to go on a vacation to Las Vegas for a few days. We had met a number of times at family reunions and other family occasions, but never before had my cousins stayed with us overnight, much less for a week. One thing I knew about David was that he had to wear diapers. He was nine years old, just a year younger than me. I was curious about his diapers and I wanted to try wearing one while he was here. I wished I had been more stubborn about my potty training to get my Mom to keep me in diapers. I often thought about asking Mom to get me some diapers, but I was always too afraid to ask. Now with cousin David coming to visit, I saw this as a great opportunity to get a hold of some diapers. When he arrived late that Friday afternoon he was in a pair of overalls. I could hear his diaper crinkling and crackling underneath. I could see that there was a little bit of a bulge formed around his behind. He was shy, but he otherwise acted like any nine-year-old boy. We played games together and talked about what we had been doing. Just before Mom made us dinner she took David into my bedroom and changed his diaper. I wanted to go in there and watch, but I could never explain to my mother why I wanted to be in the room at the same time. I listened from the outside of my door. I heard the pants go down and the tapes of his diaper being ripped away. I wasn't satisfied with just listening, so I peeked through the narrow crack of my bedroom door which was just slightly open and I could see what was going on. Mom wadded it up and set it aside before she got out another diaper from David's bag. I watched her wipe his tender crotch and rub some lotion all over it before she pulled the diaper up into his crotch and fasten up the sides. I could see the white padding bulging from his crotch as he let Mom finish taping up the diaper. When David was done getting diapered he hopped down from my bed and came running towards the door. I backed away and acted like I was just coming into my room. As he opened the door I was surprised to see that he did not put his overalls back on and was only wearing his diaper and his short, striped shirt. My mother stopped him and asked him if he felt okay to run around in his diaper in front of me and my sister Donna. He said that he usually just wore his diapers around the house and that it was no big deal to Janet. "Okay, dear," my mother said to him as she affectionately patted his rear end. "Whatever you're most comfortable with." While everyone else was out in the front room, I went into my bedroom and closed the door. I found David's bag sitting on the floor, zipped up again after Mom had gotten into it. I opened it again and found his supply of diapers, which took up most of the space in his bag among his shirts, socks and a pair of swimming trunks. I couldn't resist the urge to put one on. I pulled one of the diapers out of the bag and examined it. It felt so thick and soft in my hands. It was pure white and looked just like a baby's diaper. I unfolded it and held it around my body with my shorts still on. Seeing that it would fit me, especially after I took my shorts and underwear off, I just had to put it on. I pulled my shorts and my underwear down. The thought of wearing the diaper made my dick get stiff, which it always did whenever I watched the boy next door trotting around in his diapers. I set it down on the bed and then I sat myself down on top of it. I reached over to one side and taped the diaper up and then proceeded to do the same with the other. I stood up and felt it hang around my body a little loosely. I tried to pull off one of the tapes to re-fasten the diaper, but these diapers had such strong tapes that they would have torn the plastic liner and the diaper would be wasted. Even though the diaper sagged somewhat, it still went up high in the rear. I didn't want anyone to notice that I was wearing it, so I put my underpants back on over the diaper and then put my shorts on. I went through the evening without anyone detecting that I was wearing the diaper, though Donna did detect that I was acting suspiciously. During dinner she asked me why I looked so nervous. "Nothing," I said as I continued eating. The more she bugged me, the more nervous I became. "You're up to something, I know it," Donna said. "I am not!" I shouted. "Leave me alone!" "Kids!" Mom groaned. "We have guests, so let's get along at least while they're here!" Later on we all sat in front of the TV to watch a movie. David sat on the couch next to me. He sat with his legs open, revealing the wide crotch of his diaper as well as his lower butt where the padding had concentrated and bunched up. I also noticed that there was a set of thin green-tinted stripes running through the center of his diaper. I remembered that the stripes on my diaper were yellow when I put it on. David later scooted himself forward and I could see the high rise of his diaper over his butt. About halfway through the movie I had to pee. I had just finished off a 32-ounce bottle of soda and it had already processed in my body and it was ready to come back out. Not long after the initial indications of a need to urinate did the feeling become more pronounced. I felt silly to deliberately pee in my pants while sitting with everyone around me in the living room. On the other hand, I was diapered and to go to the bathroom to pee would have defeated the purpose of wearing (though it felt good to wear even if I didn't do anything in it.) I decided that David had enough diapers in his bag that one more wouldn't be missed, so I would change into another one at bedtime. The bathroom was also occupied by my sister at the time I really needed to go, so this just gave me another excuse to pee in the diaper. Since Donna had gotten up to use the bathroom, I didn't feel as inhibited to wet in the diaper, so I let it start to drip into my diaper. It started as a trickle, coming out in spurts, but then I let the whole flood pour out. I kept checking my crotch to make sure nothing was leaking out. David asked me what I was doing. I just said, "nothing." "Why do you keep looking down there?" "I uh, have an itch," I told him. He seemed to be satisfied with that and he continued watching the movie. I did detect some leakage into my shorts, but the couch still felt dry, luckily. I thought I had peed out my whole bladder, but it continued to spurt out as the movie continued. With Donna sitting at my side again, I felt more nervous about having a wet diaper on. I even lost track of the movie. Donna asked me, "Why aren't you laughing?" "Oh, uh, ha ha!" "Aren't you even paying attention?" she asked me. "Yeah. I am." "You're acting strange, Eric" my sister said again. By the time the movie ended it was time for all of us to go to bed. Mom took David into my room to change him. A few seconds later she hollered for me and told me to see her. "Uh oh," I thought. I had a feeling she had caught me. I opened the door and stood before her. She was pointing to the bag, which I had left unzipped. "I see you've been in David's bag!" "Sorry, Mom. I--" "And I know what you were after!" Mom added. "Pull your shorts down!" I looked down at them and I could see that the wet spot had expanded and was quite visible in the cobalt blue fabric they were made of. I pulled the shorts down and revealed my underwear hiding the diaper underneath. "Now remove your underpants!" I pulled them down and let Mom see that I had on one of David's diapers. "Now take that diaper off and put some regular underpants on!" "I'm sorry," I said again. "I'd better not catch you with a diaper on again, you understand me, young man?" "Yes, Mom. I just wanted to try wearing one." "Well now you have! You got your shorts wet, too!" "Can't I just wear one, just once?" I pleaded. "You don't *need* a diaper, Eric!" my Mom said. "These are expensive, you know!" I realized that I had lost the battle and conceded. While Mom proceeded to change Eric into another diaper I walked over to my underwear drawer and took off the diaper. I noted that my diaper now had green stripes, too. I then figured it out that these stripes were a wetness indicator. I left the diaper on the floor and slipped on a pair of white briefs. I climbed into my bed and waited for David to climb in it with me after Mom had him changed. She angrily picked up my diaper from the floor as she left the room and turned out the light. "What were you doing wearing one of my diapers?" David asked me. "I just wanted to try one," I answered. "They are kind of fun to wear," David admitted. "They make me feel sort of like a baby, and I like how they look, too, padding up my butt." "I like that, too," I said. "The kid next door, he's about five, maybe six. He still wears diapers and sometimes I watch him play in his yard in his diapers. His parents got sick of trying to toilet train him. I wish I could have done that and got my Mom to keep me in diapers." "I hafta wear 'em," David said. "But I don't mind. I don't mind my sister Janet seeing me in them, either." After awhile, the conversation between David and me trailed off. I still couldn't sleep. The temptation to wear a diaper was overwhelming me. I knew I was risking getting caught and possible punishment, but I didn't think about the risks and proceeded to pursue my desire to wear diapers. I got up and felt around the floor to find David's bag in the dark. When I got to it I felt for the zipper and slowly opened it. I reached in and felt the stack of diapers tightly tucked therein. I pulled one out and set it on the floor. I stripped my underpants off and sat on the diaper. My penis was erect again, as I expect it to do. After fiddling with trying to find the tapes in the dark I gave up and put my underwear back on. I took the diaper with me and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the light on and diapered myself. This time I made sure I put the diaper on more tightly. It fit more snugly around my legs. When I stood up, the diaper stayed up high and tight. I didn't bother putting my underpants back on and just left the bathroom. I also flushed the toilet to make it sound like I had a legitimate reason to be in the bathroom. I slowly walked back to my bedroom to keep the sound of the diaper down. It would have been my luck for one of the girls or Mom to be up and on the way to the bathroom, but fortunately this didn't happen. I crawled back into bed and felt satisfied to be diapered again. I fell asleep thinking about how different my life would be if I had been wearing diapers all this time. When I woke up the next morning I had to pee, as I often did upon waking up. I didn't have any problems with wetting the bed and I was always able to retain my urine overnight. I remained in bed lying down as I started the urine flow out of my penis and into the diaper. As I had an erection, I could feel my warm piss shoot upward towards the top of the diaper and then rain back down, splashing on my skin and running down into my crotch. It was such a pleasant, though inexplicable feeling. I felt somewhat babyish as I thought of being too helpless to get up and go to the bathroom. My ecstasy was abruptly halted when, with no warning, the bedroom door quickly swung open. "Eric Tyler Richardson!" my Mom shouted. The full name-- first, middle and last-- always meant big trouble. "Shit!" I thought. "How could she have found out?!" Mom then held in her hand six small blue pieces of paper. They were the backings from the adhesive tapes of the diaper I put on overnight! Mom had found them in the bathroom where I so carelessly left them! "Get your butt out of bed!" she yelled. She looked down at the wetness stripes on my diaper and noted that they were green-colored. "I see you've already used this one, too!" Mom turned me around and yanked the diaper off of me. I watched it descend to the floor, the absorbent materials all yellowed from my pee. It made a wet, "splotch" sound as it landed beneath my legs. My bare behind was now exposed and ready to receive a spanking. Mom had me bend over while she proceeded to give me over a dozen hard, hand-delivered hind-heating hits. I bawled loudly as Mom spanked me. What a way to start a day. "I told you not to wear those diapers again! Nooooo! You didn't obey!" Mom took the diapers out of David's bag and took them with her to hide somewhere in the house. She came back in and told me to get dressed and wait for her out in the front room. Again I walked over to my underwear drawer and put another pair on. I didn't bother finishing getting dressed and just went out to the kitchen in my underwear and sat at the table with the girls. "So what did Mom spank you for this time?" , Donna asked me in a mocking voice. "None of your business!" I said. "That's okay. Mom will tell me." Mom came out from my bedroom with David following behind her, still wearing just a diaper and the white T-shirt he put on for bed last night. "So Mom," Donna started, her mouth still stuffed with cereal. "Why did you spank Eric?" "This!" she said as she held up the wet diaper that she ripped off of me. I could tell it was the one I wore from the rough tears the tapes made when it was removed. "So *that's* what you've been up to!" Donna said. "He was acting really funny last night!" The whole diaper incident screwed up my day. The rest of the kids were going to go swimming, but I had to stay home and help Mom with chores as a punishment. This really bummed me out. I deliberately dragged my feet and goofed off since I was being punished. Mom didn't like my attitude, but she was satisfied that I was being detained from going out and having fun with the others. Later in the afternoon the others had returned from their day of fun. Donna bragged to me about all the things I could have gotten to do had I not tried to wear David's diapers. Janet handed my mother an extra diaper that wasn't needed while they were out, but was needed now as I could smell a strong odor from David. My mother immediately took him into my bedroom and put the diaper on him. When he came out, he just had on a diaper and a shirt and remained dressed that way for the rest of the evening. David got one more diaper change before he and I went to bed. I saw Mom go into her bedroom to get a diaper for David. At least I knew which room his diapers were in, but Mom's room was absolutely off limits, and she was about to go in there herself to go to bed for the night. I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had immediately become hooked on wearing diapers. It drove me crazy to hear David's diaper crinkling as he moved around in the bed. I asked David if he had any other diapers with him that my mother didn't stash away. "Nope," he said. "Unless you want to dig one out of the trash, one that's full of poop." I appreciated his suggestion, but I decided to pass on wearing a diaper that had been already used. He was joking anyway. "Why do you want to wear diapers so much anyway?" he asked. "Same reason you like to wear them." "Yeah, but you see, I *have* to wear them," he said. "But in a way I'm glad I do because of how they make me feel." I think they're fun to wear," I said. "I just wish my Mom would let me." "Let's go buy you some tomorrow," he suggested. It seemed like a good idea, but I didn't know how I would deal with the embarrassment of buying diapers in a store. "I'll buy them for you," he offered. "Really!" I said. I was so excited that I sat back up. The thought of getting diapers made me get hard. "Of course you have to pay for them. Got any money?" "Oh yeah. I've been saving most of my allowance." "Where's the nearest medical supply store?" he asked. "I dunno. I was just gonna get some Goodnites at the supermarket." "You want what I got on?" he asked me. "Sure, if I can get 'em," I answered. "These are *lots* thicker!" he said with emphasis. Just thinking about wearing them made my penis so stiff! There was only so much I could do with my hard-on for being only ten years old, though. I could hardly wait until tomorrow. EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 2 ----------------------- The first thing I thought about upon waking up the next morning was getting some diapers of my own. Since Mom had to be at work, she woke David up early to change his diaper. As I lay in bed pretending to be asleep I enjoyed watching my Mom as she had David lie on the floor to change his diaper. The tapes were ripped away loudly and as the diaper was removed I could see how heavily David flooded it. The entire front and crotch were tinted a deep yellow. I secretly enjoyed having an erection as I watched Mom clean David up and wrap a fresh, wonderfully thick white pad around his loins and tape up the sides. I envied David for this treatment and I wished I could be treated equally. "I won't be home until late this afternoon, and the girls will be gone most of the day," I heard my Mom tell David. "Can you change your own diapers okay?" "If I have to, I can," he answered. "But I kinda like it better when someone else does it," he said, trying to repress a smile. Mom smiled back at him and patted him on his rear, thickly padded by the high-rising diaper. Everything was perfect for David and I to pull off what we had planned. Donna and Janet were gone for the day and Mom was stuck at work. We would have plenty of time to complete our mission. David helped me look up "medical supplies" in the phone book and he asked me which of the places listed was the closest. The nearest one was almost a mile away! I wanted diapers! I was willing to do anything to get some! I decided that it was worth the trouble. Just to make sure the store sold the kind of diapers David wore, he called them and made sure they carried them, and they did! After he inquired about the price I decided to part with enough of my savings for him to buy me just one package. I wanted two packages, but the diapers were more expensive than I expected. David put on his overalls before we left and we headed out of the neighborhood towards downtown. As I had only one bike and that Donna's bike was too big-- and girlish-- we decided to walk instead. Once we got to the store I waited outside while David went in to get the diapers. When he came back out he handed me the bag which was bulging from the large size of the package that contained twenty diapers! I looked in the bag and felt myself get really excited as I anticipated putting one on when I got back. "Let's get home!" I exclaimed. I couldn't wait until we got back, although I was hungry, too, and I did have enough money left over to buy David and I some lunch at McDonald's. I felt silly about carrying a bag of diapers with me as we went inside, but it was a plain paper bag and I figured nobody would suspect what was inside of it. After David and I got our food we sat down and began eating. While I was in mid-bite of my cheeseburger I looked up to the front counter and saw Donna and Janet placing their order! "Damn!" I said with a mouth full of meat, cheese and bread. "What's wrong?" David asked me. "Don't look now, but the girls are here!" "You mean, Janet and Donna?" "Yes! Let's get out of here before they see us!" David turned his head to look. "No! Don't look at 'em!" I said. "Grab your food and leave!" We tried to make a quick, graceful exit, but it was too late. Donna turned around and saw us getting up from our table. In one hand I had a half-eaten cheeseburger, fries spilling out of their bag and a drink wedged in between my arm and my body whose lid had popped off and allowed soda to spill onto me. In my other hand was the large bag that contained my purchase of diapers. The girls were approaching our table. There was no point trying to avoid them. They greeted us and took their seats at our table. "Where are you guys going in such a hurry?" she asked. "Uh, nowhere," I said. "We just wanted to get going." Donna looked at the large bag in my other hand. "Doing some shopping, I see," she said. "Yeah, so?" ."What did you get?" she asked me. "Nothing," I answered. "Ahh! You don't want me to know! I'm gonna take a peak!" "No!" I exclaimed. Donna had reached for the bag and tried to grab it from my hand. As I pulled the bag away from her it started to tear, revealing the large, white package of diapers! Donna started laughing at me. "You bought DIAPERS?" she asked, making sure the others in the restaurant could hear her. "No, these are David's," I said. "Mom gave you more than enough diapers, David," Janet said to her brother. "I don't see why you bought more." "I know why!" Donna giggled while stuffing french fries into her mouth. I was too embarrassed and I decided to leave at that point. My food had gotten too cold, so I threw it out and carried my drink with me, along with a torn bag that contained my diapers. On the way home I said to David, "you might as well take these diapers. I'm gonna get in trouble for having them!" "I can take 'em back for you," David offered. "Nah," I said. "You still want 'em?" "Of course, but, shit! Donna knows I have them!" "So tell *her* you took them back, then just keep them hidden." "Good idea," I said. After we got home I immediately opened the diaper package and took one of them out. It felt so good and soft in my hands, and I couldn't believe how thick it was, too! I wanted to put it on right away and enjoy it while David and I had the house to ourselves. I took my shorts off and then my underwear. My dick became hard as I anticipated the feel of the diaper. David watched me as I tried to pull it up into my own crotch and fasten the tapes. "Here, lemme help you," David said. "I can put it on better." I hesitated as I thought about having someone else put a diaper on me. It seemed silly, but exciting, so I agreed to let David diaper me. He had me lie on the bed as I watched him take the diaper and slide it beneath me. I felt even sillier now with my dick sticking straight up right in front of him, but I figured he expected it, and he was a boy, too, so it didn't matter that he saw my privates. He pulled the diaper over my stomach and then brought up the sides to tape them up. He pulled them very tight and told me he was finished. I looked down at the diaper bulging out from my crotch. I ran my hands all over it and felt my butt all padded up. "You like it?" David asked me as he could see I was very excited about wearing it. "I love it!" I said. "Can you do me a favor?" David asked me. "Yeah, what?" "I need to be changed." I had never changed someone else's diaper before and I felt awkward about doing this for him. "I'm only wet," he said. "I'll poop for your Mom later!" he smiled. I told him I would go ahead and change him. He took off his overalls and set them aside. He stood before me in a very wet diaper. The front of it had expanded so much from all the pee it had taken in. He got on my bed and waited for me to release the tapes. I reached around his sides and pulled the tapes off. As I pulled the wet diaper away from him I could feel its weight from all the piss it contained. David lay before me with his little, but erect penis and balls right in front of my face along with his butthole. I could smell his stale urine wafting up in my face. I was glad that he had only peed in his diaper. Before I put a dry diaper on David, he told me to grab the wipes that were sitting on top of my dresser. He told me to wipe his entire crotch and his genitals. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but in a strange way it excited me. I could tell David liked getting his peter and his nuts rubbed by the wipes. He asked me to do it some more, so I continued to rub it around his soft, tender skin. Next, he had me rub the lotion over his small genitals. "Okay, now you can diaper me," he instructed. I took another one of the diapers out of the bag and placed it beneath David's bum. I slowly pulled the front of the diaper up over his stomach and completely covered it past his belly button. I brought the sides together and taped them up as tightly as possible. "Good job!" David complimented me. I looked at him as he lay there with his legs still up in the air and his crotch padded up. I admired the diapering job I did on him. He got up from my bed and turned around and bent over to get a few things out of his bag. His butt stuck out so prominently all diapered up, and it excited me to know that I was the one that put it on him. I had to find a good place to hide my diapers. The package was so big and bulky. My closet was so full of other stuff, and it seemed like too obvious of a place to hide diapers. I decided to stash them between the mattresses of my bed. I took the remaining diapers out of the package and laid each one of them flat on the lower mattress while David held it up for me. We then discarded the outer packaging as well as the paper bag and the wet diaper that David had been wearing. I carried it out to the garage and stuffed it deep down into the bottom of the garbage can. For the rest of the afternoon David and I played around the house in nothing but our diapers and shirts. When the girls got home I would have to quickly run to my room and put my shorts on. Since Mom had us keep the door locked when we were home by ourselves, I would have a few seconds of warning while they opened the door. At about mid-afternoon I had to pee. I completely ignored the very thought of getting up and going into the bathroom as I joyously pissed freely into the diaper and watched the wetness stripes turn green. After sitting around in wet diapers for a few minutes I asked David if he could change me. "You gotta get used to wearing them wet for awhile," he advised me. "A couple of nice, red rashes ought to help break you in to this diaper wearing thing! Besides, you want 'em to last while." "You're right," I agreed. Later on I had to pee again after having drank another 32-ounce bottle of soda. I wasn't sure how much more the diaper could take. David assured me that they could hold a lot, so I trusted him as I let out another deluge. I watched the front of the diaper expand some more. As my dick had become hard again it was pointing straight up and my pee was soaking into the upper portion of the diaper. I ran my hand over the front of the diaper and I could feel the warmth from my pee and the squishing gels of the absorbent materials. "Now you probably need a change," David said. We got up and went into my room so I could be changed. I hopped up on the bed and lay down with my legs up and apart as David pulled away the tapes and took the diaper off of me. I felt the cool draft blowing onto my wet crotch. I asked David if he was going to wipe me and rub on some lotion. "Of course," he said. "You'll probably get a rash anyway, but this will at least help." He pulled out one of the wipes and ran it around my crotch. It felt so good and it maintained my erection at its full stiffness. "That feels good," I said. Since David knew how good it felt when someone wiped his genitals, he kept it up for awhile, knowing that I was enjoying it. Next came the cool, soothing lotion with its sweet scent. How lucky I thought David was to get this sort of treatment every day! "Okay, I'm ready for another diaper," I said. I realized that I had to get off of my bed in order to get to one of the diapers I stashed underneath the mattress. Once I retrieved a diaper I got back up on the bed and let David put it on me. I looked forward to going around in just a diaper for awhile longer, but just as David was pulling the diaper up tight over my stomach, Outside of the house I heard the girls giggling and a key working its way into the front door. EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 3 ----------------------- "Shit!" I exclaimed. "They're here!" Quickly, I got up and pulled my shorts on over the diaper. It was so thick that my shorts could barely fit over it. There was also a wet diaper lying on the floor of my room. The girls were already in the house, so I would have to hide it somewhere in my room and discard it later. Out of desperation I threw it in my hamper just to get it out of sight, and just in time as Donna charged into my room, probably hoping to catch me in a diaper. "Hello, boys," Donna greeted. I stood before her feeling nervous. "Uh, hi," I replied. "What are so nervous about? Could it be that you bought some DIAPERS today?" "No!" I said. "I mean, I took 'em back!" "Yeah, right! You'd probably be more embarrassed to take them back than to buy them in the first place!" "Honest! I took them back because I knew you'd tell Mom and I'd get in trouble!" Donna wasn't about to give up. She knew she had caught me in a lie and was determined to find the diapers that I still had in my possession. She looked at Janet and said, "how much you wanna bet he's got one on right now?" "I'm not wearing one!" I said. I tried to leave my room, but the girls stood at the doorway and blocked it. "Where are you going?" Donna asked me. "To the bathroom!" I told them. "What for? You have a diaper on, don't you!" "No, I don't!" "Then what are you trying to hide from us? Your underwear? Not like I haven't seen that plenty of times!" "Let me out!" I demanded, trying to push past Donna and Janet. While I was struggling with Donna she put her hand on the front of my shorts and felt the diaper underneath. They were making that incriminating, telltale crinkling sound. "What's this I feel?" she asked. She then wrestled me to the floor and had me pinned down while she told Janet to yank my shorts down. I tried to fight my way out from underneath her, but she was a big girl and stronger than I was. Meanwhile, Janet had pulled my shorts down and it was revealed that I had a diaper on. "Just as we thought!" Donna said. "You lied to us! You said they were for David, then you said you took them back! I knew it all along!" "Let go of me!" I shouted. I couldn't even kick my feet with my shorts at my ankles. "No!" Donna insisted. "Take his shorts off, Janet!" Janet pulled my shorts the rest of the way off of me and left me lying there in the diaper that David put on me. I tried to writhe myself away from Donna, but the weight of her body alone was enough to keep me down. "Grab his pants! They're hanging in the closet!" Donna told Janet. David was just sitting there on the bed watching everything. There was nothing he or I could do. The girls had the upper hand on me as Janet went through my closet and took all my pants out. She also found my shorts and took them. "Go hide them somewhere!" Donna said "Let me go!" I cried once more. "In a minute, diaper boy!" Donna said. Janet came back a couple minutes later and said, "that's done! Now what do we do to him?" "Think I should let him up?" Donna asked Janet. "Sure! He can't go anywhere without any pants to wear!" Finally, Donna got up off of me and set me free. "What did you do with my pants?" I asked Janet. "I'm not telling!" Janet replied adamantly. "Show us where those diapers are!" Donna demanded. "No!" "Okay, I guess you don't get your pants back, little brother!" "What do you mean?" "You show us where those diapers are and we'll let you have your pants back," Donna told me. I didn't know what else to do, so David got off of my bed so I could lift the mattress and show Donna the diapers I stashed away. "Here! You happy? Now gimme my pants!" "No!" Donna said. "You said you'd give them back!" I pouted. "I want 'em back!" "I lied, just like you lied to me, so, you're still not getting them back!" I spent the rest of the afternoon looking around the house for my pants. They were nowhere to be found. I knew Mom would flip when she came home and saw me in a diaper. I couldn't do anything about it unless I found my pants! I begged Donna to give them back, but she was not about to give in. David helped me look, but his efforts proved to be futile. By the time I heard Mom come home I knew it was too late and the minute she came in the door, I was going to get it. I sat down at the kitchen table hoping she wouldn't notice that I was wearing a diaper. She came in the door carrying some grocery bags. "Eric! Help me bring these groceries in!" Mom told me. "Well I..." "Get your butt out of that chair and come help me!" Mom demanded. She stared at me and asked, "is there something wrong, Eric?" "Yeah," I said. I knew sooner or later Mom would find out, so I decided to get it over with and let her see the diaper I was wearing. "What are you doing in a diaper again?" Mom confronted me. "Mom! I can explain! I'm sorry! I--" Mom picked me up from the chair and dragged me into my bedroom, swatting my behind all the way. She threw me onto my bed and told me not to come out until dinner was ready. "Mom! Lemme explain!" I cried. Mom didn't pay any attention as she slammed my bedroom door behind her. I lay there on my bed and cried out my frustrations. I was mad as hell as Donna for getting me into trouble. I was screaming, "I hate you, Donna!" I wanted to get her attention, but neither she nor Mom nor anyone seemed to care that I was throwing a big temper tantrum. A few minutes later she came back into my room and told me that there were no diapers unaccounted for since she was keeping a close count on David's supply. "So where did you get that diaper?" "I bought some," I sobbed. "Show me where they are," Mom told me. I got up and lifted the mattress and showed her my supply. "Eric, I don't know why you want to wear these diapers so badly, but I just can't allow such behavior. Give me those diapers." "Can I have just one to wear to bed tonight?" I asked. "No. You gotta get over this obsession. I'm beginning to worry about you." I hated to watch Mom take the diapers from underneath my bed and re-stack them. I asked her what she was going to do with them. "I'll send them home with David since he needs them. Now take that diaper off. Why aren't you any wearing any pants or shorts? "Donna took them away from me!" I cried. "She won't give them back!" "How did she get a hold of them?" Mom asked me. I finally got Mom to listen to me as I explained what had happened earlier this afternoon. Mom left the room and told me to have the diaper off by the time she got back. In the meantime, I heard Mom scold Donna and demand that she give me my pants back. A few minutes later Donna came back into my room with my pants, though at this point I didn't care whether or not I had them to wear. I had taken the diaper off and slipped on a pair of underpants and just wore them around for the rest of the evening while David went around in just a diaper as usual. I was beginning to resent David. It was one thing for David to wear diapers out of necessity, but what bothered me was that Mom didn't seem to mind that he went around in his diapers most of the time. Perhaps seeing David go around in a diaper didn't seem to be much different to Mom than it did for me going around in my underwear. I just wished my Mom understood my feelings and would just let me wear diapers around the house. I was even willing to tell her I wouldn't pee or poop in them, I just wanted to have them on to feel their thick softness and enjoy the way they looked. Nothing would convince my mother to allow me to wear diapers. While David and I were lying in my bed that night, David spoke up and offered a suggestion so I would feel like I was wearing a diaper. "You know what my friend does?" David started. "He takes his underwear, and he put on about nine or ten pairs-- sometimes more-- and then he says it makes him look and feel like he's wearing a diaper. You ever thought about that?" "Why didn't I think of that?!" I thought. I let David talk about it some more. "And he wears some of them backwards so that the fly is on his butt and it makes it thicker back there!" "Does he do anything in them? You know, pissing and shitting in them?" "He keeps some of his older underwear and puts those on first and he poops in those, but he hadn't tried pissing in them since he found out they still leak." I listened to David as he talked about his friend some more. Like me, his friend had to keep it a secret from his parents after they wouldn't let him wear diapers, either. I figured the idea sounded so good and it should work for me, too. I was so excited about it and I was busy stroking my hard-on underneath the sheets, trying to keep my hand motion to a minimum so David wouldn't know that I was doing it. I acted on David's idea and jumped out of bed and turned the light on. I went over to my underwear drawer and started putting on one pair of briefs over another. David watched me as I kept adding more thickness to my makeshift diaper with each pair I put on. By the time I had eight pairs on he told me, "that's good." "But I want it *really* thick!" I said as loudly as I could without being heard in my sister's room next door. "This feels really good!" "You look like you're in a diaper," David pointed out. "You oughta see your butt." I didn't have a mirror in my room, so I went across the hallway into the bathroom to take a look at myself in my "diaper." I had to stand up on the edge of the tub and look in the mirror above the sink to see what I looked like. I really looked and felt diapered. I turned around and looked behind me to see what my butt looked like. I agreed that it looked a lot like a diaper, a diaper with two blue stripes running around the top of it, but a diaper. I flushed the toilet when I left the bathroom, again to make others who may have been awake think I was really using the bathroom. When I returned to my bedroom I asked David to get up just so I could look at him in his diaper. I just had to visually remind myself of how cute he looked with such a thick diaper on his behind. I figured I at least looked somewhat like him. Before I turned out the light and went to sleep, David reminded me and advised me not to try peeing in my underwear. "Just enjoy the feeling of them," he said as I turned out the light and climbed into bed. For the next few days I went around wearing several pairs of briefs underneath my shorts. I had to limit myself to about six pairs as my shorts would not fit over anything thicker and I had to be careful not to let the extra bulk show through my shorts. It felt good just to have that padded feeling and I kept thinking that I was wearing a diaper. The hardest part of it all was not trying to keep it a secret from the girls and my mother, but because I constantly dealt with the temptation to *do* something in them. Having that padded-up feeling was only half of the pleasure I sought in wearing diapers. The other half of the pleasure was the physical and mental enjoyment of deliberately peeing and pooping in a diaper. It was David and Janet's last night to be staying with us before their parents would return from their vacation the next day to pick them up. David was freshly changed and running around in his diaper long before bedtime as always. Tonight he was pooping excessively as he had diarrhea. Each time he had to poop he really loaded up his diaper enough that I could see it bulging from his butt. Some of it even leaked out of his diaper and ran down his leg. He required two more diaper changes before he and I were sent to bed. I needed to poop really bad myself as I lay in bed. After seeing how David used his diapers for pooping so much tonight, the temptation to poop in my "diaper" was too great to ignore. It was our last night together for who knows how long, and I wanted to share this joyful moment with David. "You're gonna really do it?" David asked me, acting somewhat surprised, yet excited. "Either that, or I get up and go to the toilet," I said. I felt nervous for a moment, but the anticipation of dumping a large, stinky load into my thickened underpants gave me such a rush unlike any other I had experienced. My hard-on was so big I thought my dick would burst in my underpants! "Here goes," I said as I lifted up my legs and slowly released my crap into my underwear. I started out with a small stool that spread as it exited my butt and disbursed itself in the tight confinement between my ass and my underpants. Then came the bulk of the bowel movement. Several more larger logs came out of my butt and had little place to go except for into my underpants. The dozen or so layers of cotton I was wearing kept the mess tightly contained. When I was done pooping I felt a big, squishy pile of warm shit clinging to my entire rear end. I felt so naughty! I kept thinking about how much of a little boy I still was! David cheered me on and congratulated me for messing in my underpants. Reality then set back in and all the excitement of my naughty behavior disappeared as I realized that I now had to clean myself up and get rid of the evidence of my behavior. The entire room stank from my fresh shit, and there was little I could do about it at 11:00 at night. I had to wait and lie in my bed wearing heavily soiled underpants until everyone had gone to bed before I could get up and clean myself up. It was after midnight before I saw the last light go out in the front room. At that time I got up and closed my door and then turned on the light. I pulled my underpants down to survey the damage. I looked down at the huge brown pile of poop in the seat of my underpants. I pulled this pair out from the rest of the bunch and set it aside. David was looking at it, but he was by no means shocked or surprised as he had seen his own messy diapers thousands of times. The next few pairs were also soaked from the poopy juices that came out with my bowel movement, but at least they were salvageable. I pulled another pair out of the bunch that I had been wearing and put it on over my messy butt. I kicked the remaining bunch of underpants underneath my bed to get them out of sight. I needed to get rid of the first pair of underpants that suffered the worst soiling damage. My plan was to take it out to the garage to throw it away. The garage already smelled bad from all of David's diapers, so I didn't think my Mom would notice the addition of my crap-filled underpants to the garbage. I slowly opened the door that led from the kitchen to the garage and closed it behind me. Everything was so dark and I couldn't see a thing. I groped around to find the light switch. While I was navigating through the blackness I walked into the garbage can and knocked its metal lid onto the concrete floor of the garage. >>>CRASH!<<< "Shit!" I thought. At least I had found the garbage can. I quickly tossed my dirty briefs into the container. I didn't bother with putting the lid back on. I closed the door behind me as I scurried through the kitchen and tried to hurry back to my room before anybody got up to find out what that loud clanging noise was all about. It was too late as my mother had gotten up to investigate the noise. She turned the hall light on and caught me standing there in my white briefs that were at least clean from the front side. "Eric! What are you doing up?" Think quickly. Very quickly. "I, uh, I thought I heard a noise, but, but it's all right now, I think!" I kept my rear end away from Mom's view as I knew she would see the heavy poop stains in my underwear. This wasn't enough to keep her from suspecting what I had done as she asked me what smelled so bad. "Uh, David's diapers, maybe?" I choked. "Turn around!" Mom ordered. My mother saw my filthy behind and she immediately took me into the bathroom with her without saying another word at that point. This was it. I knew my mother would go totally ballistic now. She threw me into the bathtub, literally threw me. My body hit the tile wall behind the bathtub. "Get yourself cleaned up!" she yelled. I turned the water on in the bathtub and started adjusting the temperature until my Mom slapped my hand away from the knobs. "Never mind the hot water!" my Mom yelled. "You're in plenty of it as it is!" Mom stood and watched me as I let the cold water spray off the poop from my rear end. I felt so embarrassed as not only my mother, but also David and the girls were now watching as my Mom had left the bathroom door open. Here I was standing naked in the bathtub with lukewarm water spraying off bits and pieces of poop. After Mom thought that I was clean enough she pulled me back out of the tub and turned the water off. "You kids had better go to bed," she said. "This is going to get really ugly!" Mom then shut the bathroom door and locked it. She put the toilet lid down and sat down on it. She then grabbed my dripping wet body and put me between her knees and told me to bend over. Up to this point I thought I had escaped getting a spanking, but my mother said, "I'm not about to spank a poopy bottom!" She held one of my hands behind my back while she used her other hand to spank me. And spank me she did! After the initial strike of her hand came down I started crying. Her spanking increased in intensity and frequency and my weak whimpering escalated into loud screaming and pleading for her to stop, but she didn't. The sound of her hand striking my butt over and over echoed through the bathroom as did my desperate howling for mercy I thought about how David and the girls could hear Mom punishing me for pooping in my underpants. My loud cries were eventually reduced again to a hoarse whimper as I couldn't scream with a hoarse voice. I couldn't take any more of the pain, but Mom kept spanking me for several more minutes. Finally, it stopped! Mom released me from between her clamping knees, but she didn't let go of my hand. She led me into her bedroom and told me to lie down on her bed. My rear end was stinging with a lingering swelling sensation. I tried to rub it to alleviate the pain, but touching it only made it hurt more. My vision was blurred from the stream of tears that were still pouring out from my eyes. I watched Mom walk over to her closet to retrieve one of the diapers she had confiscated from me earlier. She walked back over to me while carrying the large, white diaper. Before she put the diaper on, she said, "I've given up on you, Eric! If this is your way of telling me you want to wear diapers, then so be it!" Mom unfolded the diaper and spread it out in front of my naked genitals and rear end. "Lift your butt!" she yelled at me. She put the diaper underneath me and then she wrapped it over my front. In spite of feeling my butt burning intensely, I still had an erection while Mom was diapering me. She pulled it up in the back and then as tightly as she could she taped up the sides. When she was done she dismissed me from her room and told me to go straight to bed. "We'll talk about this in the morning when-- or if-- I'm in a better mood!" Those were Mom's last words before she turned out the light and slammed my bedroom door shut. "Well, you got you asked for, Eric," David said. "Now it looks like you'll be wearing diapers from now on." EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 4 ----------------------- After what seemed like a long, sleepless night, Mom came in early to wake both David and me. She changed David's diaper first. He had wet his diaper heavily again, evidenced by the prominent deposit of urine in the front half of his diaper. He was also still producing loose bowel movements and the back of his diaper was filled with a large deposit of poop that spread up into the crotch. Things didn't seem to be the same this morning as I watched Mom go to work on changing David's diaper. Now that I was getting what I wanted-- wearing diapers-- it didn't seem to feel the way I anticipated beforehand. The loving, caring element was missing. This was punishment. Mom came over to me and looked at the wetness detector stripes on the front of my diaper. They were still yellow, indicating that the diaper was still dry. "Haven't used it yet, I see," Mom said. She told me to get up and turn around so she could examine my butt. The stripes likewise were yellow and there was nothing deposited in the back of my diapers yet. She then turned away from me and went to my closet. My pants were still on the floor of the closet in the same stack they were in when I got them back from Donna. This time Mom was confiscating my pants and shorts. "How convenient for Donna to have gathered up all your pants for me!" Mom said as she picked up the stack. "I assume this is all you have." Mom carried my jeans and my shorts out of the room with her. I asked her what she was doing with them. "Donating them to a needy family; you won't be needing them anymore!" I got up and followed Mom out to the garage. She opened the door and saw the lid still lying on the floor next to it. She looked inside the garbage can and saw my heavily soiled briefs sitting on top of a pile of wet and soiled diapers from David. "I'd better get used to that smell," Mom groaned as she walked over to the car and opened its trunk. She threw in all of my pants and shorts and left it open. She stormed back into the house and returned to my room. She walked over to my underwear drawer and saw that it was noticeably emptier. "Where are your underpants?" she demanded. She then slammed the drawer shut and said, "aww, never mind! We'll take care of those later! I'm going to be late for work! Have Donna change your diaper when you need her to." "But Mom, I can change it myself," I said. "Yes, but you won't! Donna will make sure you don't! We'll discuss this more when I get home!" After Mom left for work, Donna came up to me holding a diaper in her hand. "Need a change, diaper boy?" she asked. She looked down at my front and looked at the wetness stripes. I didn't say anything. "Not yet," she said as she ran her hand over the front of my diaper. "I'll check you later." At about mid-morning I needed to pee and poop again. Donna and Janet kept a close watch on me to make sure I didn't try taking my diaper off. I felt like I was coming down with a case of the shits myself. I quickly loaded my diaper and the poop filled the entire seat, even with its extra capacity created by its high rise. At the same time I peed heavily into the diaper. Donna looked down at me sitting on the floor and looked at the stripes which had turned green. "Now it looks like I should change you," she said. "She examined my rear end and could tell by sight and by smell that I pooped my diapers. She hesitated at the thought of having to deal with a soiled diaper. Likewise, I hesitated at the thought of exposing my genitalia to Donna, not that she hadn't seen me naked before, but I felt awkward letting her see my—well-- *private* parts. "Do I have to change him now?" Donna asked. Janet, though it was meant to be more of a rhetorical question. "He stinks bad enough with his diaper still on!" "Just wait until you take his diaper off!" Janet warned her. "I suppose I'd better get used to it, changing my ten-year-old brother's poopy diapers!" "You will," Janet assured her. "You *will* get used to it!" Donna decided that the living room floor was just as good of place as any to perform her first diaper change on me. Janet guided her through the process, but she made Donna do all the work since she would have to learn how to do it by herself. Donna started with telling me to get on my back and lift my legs up and spread them apart. "Here goes," Donna said as she reached around to one side of me and removed the tapes. She was surprised at how strong of a hold the tapes had on the diaper. When she had the tapes undone she slowly pulled away the diaper from underneath me. She fanned her face and held her nose as the fumes from my crap-coated derriere filled the air around her. My entire butt and crotch were smothered in shit, all the way past my balls. "Eric, you really stink!" she exclaimed, still holding her nostrils shut. "It's a lot easier to change him with both hands," Janet said, hinting to Donna that she should let go of her nose and get accustomed to the odor. "Now you get to wipe him up!" Janet coached Donna. She was handed a container of wipes. Donna winced as she ran her hand into the poop goop between my legs. "This is *so* disgusting!" she remarked. "Why do you *do* these things, Eric? I just don't understand it!" After the excess poop was wiped away from my behind Donna started wiping with longer and stronger passes with her hand. She then rubbed the cool, thick lotion over my crotch and my nuts. The wiping and rubbing sensations gave me an erection. "You like this, I see," Donna commented as she watched my penis rise from its formerly limp state. My penis stiffened even more as I watched Donna prepare the diaper for wrapping it around my bum. She giggled as she looked down at my boner sticking straight up. She had me lift up my butt so she could slide the diaper underneath me. She pulled the diaper far up into my crotch and covered my entire stomach with the front of the diaper. The back of the diaper went up well past my waist in the rear and assured plenty of capacity. Donna brought the tapes together very tightly. When she was done, she said, "that wasn't so bad. In fact, it was kind of fun! Just the smell..." Donna wadded up the used diaper and took it out to the garbage. While she was out there she got a good look at my soiled underwear that was still sitting in there, waiting to go out with tomorrow's trash. It wasn't even an hour later when I pooped in the diaper again. Donna checked me and said, "already?" "I think Eric's got the shits," Janet said. "Wonderful," Donna groaned. "I'm not going to keep changing him all day!" "So don't!" Janet said. "Let him get used to wearing a poopy diaper for awhile. You can't always be around to change him!" "That's true," Donna said. The girls ignored my need for a diaper change and went about their business. About an hour later Donna left to pick up some lunch for us. Janet stayed behind to baby-sit David and me. Janet could see that I was uncomfortable from wearing a shitty diaper for the last couple hours. David also needed a change as he pooped up his diaper, so she decided to change both of us at the same time. I watched her remove David's diaper and enjoyed the anticipation of getting the same treatment. When it came to be my turn, however, embarrassment took over my pleasant feelings. Perhaps it was because it was now my cousin who was performing the diaper change and she had never seen me in such a compromising position. Janet sensed my discomfort and embarrassment on my face as she worked at undoing the tapes. "Relax, Eric," Janet said. "Remember that I've been changing David's diapers for a long time and I've seen his privates plenty of times. Plus, I've wiped his messy butt a lot, so you're no different than he is." Janet proceeded with the diaper change. She had the tightly- fitting poop-filled diaper off of my waist and I could feel the cool air blowing against my wet skin. She wiped away the heavy load of shit and expended several wipes to do it. She quickly ran the lotion over my boy area and the inevitable erection returned. My dick was sticking straight up as I watched Janet pull the diaper over the front of me. She too, let out a slight giggle as she looked at my hard-on before she covered it up with the diaper and fastened up the tapes. Shortly after my diaper change, Donna returned with lunch. David and I each received another diaper change from our respective sisters as we both kept filling up our diapers with liquid poop. It didn't bother Janet, of course, being the seasoned veteran diaper changer she was, but for my sister Donna it presented her a difficult challenge, but also an opportunity to get used to changing my diapers in the worst of conditions. I gave her her money's worth, so to speak. Mom came home from work and saw that I was going around in my diapers as she expected me to do. She asked Donna how her newly acquired chore of changing diapers was going. "Eric's got diarrhea!" she said. "That's good. It gives you more of a chance to practice, but I wouldn't get too accustomed to those disposable diapers he's wearing." "What do you mean?" Donna asked Mom. I was wondering the same thing. Mom went out to the car and returned with a big, fluffy armload of cotton diapers, a pair of plastic pants, and a set of safety pins. "There was a reason I got rid of Eric's pants and shorts today," Mom said. "With *these* diapers, nothing of his could possibly fit over them!" I watched Mom re-stack the diapers on the floor. I counted each layer she piled on until there were six diapers layered together. At first I thought she was just stacking up the diapers to carry into my bedroom. I was shocked to find out that this was what she was going to have me wear! "Get on the floor," she told me. "Are you really going to put *all* those diapers on him?" Donna asked my Mom incredulously. "Of course! Eric wanted to wear diapers, so I'm going to give him his money's worth!" I was very excited as I anticipated how these diapers would look and feel on me, but at the same time, I felt a sense of shame and humiliation unlike any that I had ever experienced. It seemed to me that as the cloth diapers were more permanent than disposables, that this treatment likewise meant that it was going to be permanent, and carried out to such extremes. To me, the cloth diapers seemed to be more punishing than disposables. Even Mom winced at the odor and the widespread mess that I left in my disposable diaper, the last one I figured I would ever wear, at least for awhile. Nevertheless, she cleaned me up and spread lots of lotion all over me and smothered it around my hard penis. Next came the diapers. I felt the massive bunched of cloth get pulled ever so tightly into my crotch. Instead of tapes, Mom inserted several pins into each side of the diapers to ensure a very tight, secure fit. While she turned around to retrieve my plastic pants I tried to put my legs together, only to realize that my knees would probably never touch again except for the few minutes of each day that I was either in the middle of a diaper change or taking a bath. The plastic pants went on so noisily as they crinkled and crackled as Mom pulled them up swiftly over my bare legs, and then slowly as she fit them over the enormous bulging pack of virgin white cloth. The elastic bands cut into my skin as they maintained a tenacious hold far above my waist, containing the high-rising diapers entirely. The leg bands likewise ensured virtually no chance of leakage as they constricted my thighs and my crotch. Donna and Janet watched as Mom performed each step ever so expertly. David was watching, too. He acted like he wanted to get put into some cloth diapers, as if now the tables had turned and *I* was the one being envied for my diapers. Later that evening Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald called and told us they were at the airport and they would stop by shortly to pick up my cousins. When they did show up about an hour later, they were surprised to see that not only was I diapered, but in such an extreme fashion with thick, multiple layers of cloth. "He wanted to wear diapers," Mom explained to Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald, with somewhat of an embarrassed tone. At the same time, she sounded settled with her decision to do this to me. "He's just getting his wish, and then some." Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald visited briefly while David and Janet gathered up their belongings. David didn't bother to put his overalls back on and was content with leaving with just a diaper on him. Uncle Ronald and Aunt Linda seemed to accept seeing me in diapers and the way Mom was treating me after my Mom explained to them what she had gone through with me. As Aunt Linda was getting ready to head back out to the car she felt as if by having David wearing diapers that this influenced my behavior. She apologized to my mother, but Mom assured her sister that it wasn't her fault. "Eric would have found a way to get into diapers sooner or later," my Mom said. "I just saved him the trouble." "How long will Eric be in diapers?" Aunt Linda asked my mother. "It's hard to say," Mom said. "It'll be up to him to decide what he wants to do after he's been in diapers awhile." "How long is 'awhile?'" I thought to myself. By this time Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald were ready to leave. They both gave Mom, Donna and me each a hug and a kiss goodbye. I stood at the door as I watched David waddle away, his white-diapered butt fading into the dark as Aunt Linda escorted him out to the car. After Mom closed the door I asked her how long she was going to make me wear diapers. "Awhile," she said. Again, I asked myself how long "awhile " was going to be. I then asked this pressing question out loud. "I haven't decided how long that will be." "When will you decide?" I asked my Mom. "In awhile. A very, very long while, and that is my final answer."