SANTA'S HELPER -------------- Mark is my little brother. He's eight years old. I'm Allen, and I'm eleven. Both of us were pretty average as far as boys go, but we did have our differences. I had blonde hair and his was brown. My build was small, but I was still tough, tough enough to play football, anyway. Mark didn't like sports. He liked Pokemon. I couldn't stand Pokemon. I could list a million examples of how Mark and I were different, but his Pokemon obsession was the one thing that set us apart the most. Christmas was coming again, and I hoped Mark would finally come to his senses and give up believing in Santa Claus this year. I gave up believing in Santa Claus when I was six, but I've still gotten lots of nice presents every year since then. Mark still firmly believes that there is a Santa Claus. He thinks there's some big fat bearded dude in a red suit who goes "ho ho ho" all the time and-- get this, he flies around the world in one night-- by reindeer! One of them even supposedly has a red nose-- and it glows! Then, he stops on everyone's rooftop and comes down their chimneys to drop off presents. Who thinks up this nonsense, anyway? I figured that Mark would have abandoned believing that something so absurd exists as of last Christmas, but this Christmas he is just as convinced as ever that there is a Santa Claus. I decided to have some fun with this. Mark has been wanting Pokemon stuff for Christmas: Pokemon shirts, Pokemon underwear, Pokemon books, Pokemon videos. If it has the name Pokemon on it, he wants it. He even said this himself that if it says "Pokemon" on it, he wants it. He told Santa (that is, "Santa" at the mall, of all places in the entire world and he'd be at the mall in Boise, Idaho at the exact same moment we were there) that he wanted all this Pokemon shit. I didn't want my little brother to be disappointed in Santa, so I decided to play Santa myself to make sure Santa wouldn't let Mark down. I have a friend named Tyler. He, too, has a little brother about Mark's age. His name is Troy. Troy has a little bit of a problem with keeping his bed dry. To resolve this situation, his parents have him wear diapers to bed. For years Troy wore very huge, thick and bulky cloth diapers to bed. They were pinned onto him several layers thick because he was a heavy wetter. I watched him get diapered many, many times. Troy's mother had just ordered some brand new cloth diapers for him and some plastic pants, but after they arrived she decided to switch Troy to wearing disposables since he was starting to use the thicker cloth diapers too much and he was pooping in them as well. He was also wanting to wear them in the daytime when he wasn't at school and his mother wanted to put a stop to this after finding out from the Internet that boys who are kept in diapers tend to develop a desire to keep wearing them. She figured that with disposables she could keep a limited supply on hand to curtail Troy's apparent desires to wear diapers when he didn't need to wear them. As it turned out, the new cloth diapers were no longer needed. I asked Tyler what his Mom was going to do with them. "I dunno," Tyler said. He then looked at me funny. "Why? Do *you* want them?" "Well, yeah, I do," I said sheepishly. I knew Tyler must have thought I had gone totally nuts, but before he had a chance to comment, I explained my reason. "Mark wants all this Pokemon shit for Christmas, and he said he would like *anything* that has Pokemon on it." It didn't take Tyler long to figure out where this was leading. "You want to make Pokemon diapers or something, right?" Tyler said. "Yep!" I said with a devilish smile. I explained to him that I could get some T-shirt transfer paper and download Pokemon graphics from the Internet and then print them out on the transfer paper. From here the images could be ironed on to the diapers. The best thing about this was that Tyler knew how to iron, so he went in on this effort with me and agreed to help. It was our first day out of school for the Christmas break. Tyler and I went to the office supply store and picked up some T-shirt transfer paper. Then we went back to Tyler's house and got on the Internet. We hit the search engines and brought up a plethora of Pokemon web sites. I located some larger images that I could print out so that they would look nice once ironed on to the diapers. Just for fun I decided to alter the Pokemon logo on the graphics and make them all read "Poopemon" instead. These were diapers that the graphics would be placed onto, after all. Tyler and I were laughing so hard thinking about how long it would take Mark to notice that his diapers said "Poopemon" on them instead of Pokemon. By the end of the afternoon we had taken all twelve of the diapers and ironed Poopemon images onto them. All of them featured the Poopemon graphics on the butt, the same place as where they put the pictures on some boys' underwear. Each diaper came in a re-sealable bag, which made it easy to repackage the individual diapers. While we were at it, I decided to make an official- looking label to stick on the present after I wrapped it. I found a box with a UPS shipping label and modeled my label after it, including the bar codes, which I scanned in. I then did some editing and put "Santa's Workshop, 1225 North Pole Street, North Pole" in place of the return address that appeared on the original label. Obviously I substituted Mark's name and our house address, too. The "1225" address was chosen to coincide with the date of Christmas, 12/25, just for good measure. There was also a supply of diaper pins with the new diapers, so of course I tossed these in. Tyler was also, pardon the pun, gifted when it came to wrapping presents, so I had him wrap the box which contained the diapers. After it was wrapped I stuck the official-looking label on it and carried it home with me. I sneaked the present into the house without anyone noticing and I placed it under the tree where it blended in with all the other presents. I even stuck it in back behind all the other presents. This way nobody would see it until Christmas, and it would likely be Mark's last present to open by being placed in back. This was one Christmas I couldn't wait for! The look on Mark's face upon realizing that Santa Claus brought him diapers would be priceless! Christmas morning had arrived and Mark was already awake. He was squatting down in front of the Christmas tree. He had on a T-shirt and, of course, Pokemon underwear, with the Pokemon logo emblazoned on the butt, just like on the diapers that he would soon be getting. Seeing that he didn't wipe his butt last time he pooped, there was a visible brown streak on the seat, further justifying his need for diapers. Just as I had planned, Mark had opened all his other gifts, including the set of toy race cars that he got from me, not "Santa." Santa's gift would be coming up shortly, I couldn't wait! "Uhh, thanks, Allen," Mark said as he sounded disappointed when he found out that I had gotten him something *other than* Pokemon! "You sound like you don't like your gift," I said, trying to sound serious, like my feelings were hurt for his lack of appreciation. "I told you that I wanted Pokemon stuff," Mark said as he ripped open my present. "Well, there *is* more to life than Pokemon, you know," I said. Mom nodded in agreement when I looked at her. "I don't really want these," Mark said as he threw down the package of race cars. "Mark!" Mom scolded him. "That's no way to treat your brother! You tell him that you're sorry!" "All right, I'm sorry!" Mark pouted. "I don't think you are," Mom scolded him again. "It's not nice to do that to someone when they give you a gift that you don't really like." "But I wanted Pokemon stuff and I TOLD Allen this!" Mark whined. "Yes, Mark, but you don't always get what you want," Mom said. "And Allen is right, you don't have to have all Pokemon stuff." By this time the gift-opening session was about to draw to a close. Just as I had planned, Mark's gift from "Santa" remained the last one to be opened. "What's this?" said my Dad, who had distributed the last of the gifts. He examined the gift that had been tucked so far back behind the tree. "What's it say?" my Mom asked. She hadn't seen the gift, either. "It's from Santa's Workshop," my Dad read the label. "It has Mark's name on it, so it must be Mark's." "Who's it from?" I asked. I could barely contain my laughter. I had to turn my head away while I suppressed my laughs and smirked. "Well, it must be from Santa," my Dad said. My Mom couldn't identify the package, either, of course. "Oh boy! Must be more Pokemon stuff I asked Santa for!" Mark said as he jumped up and down. Never mind the fact that he already had a Pokemon shirt, a set of Pokemon stickers and a Pokemon video given to him, not to mention more Pokemon underwear that he could leave his skidmarks in for all of us to see every time he bent over. Mark quickly ripped open the package and then examined the contents. He picked up one of the diapers, opened the bag in which it was contained, and then he unfolded the diaper. I had the video camera rolling, recording every second of my little brother's astonished expression. "What did you get?" my Dad asked Mark. "It's Pokemon, but I don't know what it is," he said. "Looks like diapers," My Dad said, sounding puzzled. "Diapers?" my Mom also questioned. "I must say that everyone's jumping on the Pokemon bandwagon, but Pokemon DIAPERS?!" I couldn't stand it anymore. I started laughing, fearing that I would give myself away. "Stop laughing!" Mark whined. "I can't believe Santa brought you Pokemon diapers!" I said, trying to sound surprised. "Why did he bring me *diapers?*" Mark asked. "Check the back of your underwear for starters, that might be a good reason," I said with a smile. "Allen!" my Mom scolded. "Take a look!" I said as I pointed out the poop stain on Mark's butt. "You don't exactly do a very good job wiping yourself, Allen," Mom said, dishing back to me the embarrassment that I had given Mark. This gave Mark a chance to laugh. "Yeah, maybe *you* should wear those diapers!" Mark exclaimed. "They're yours, *you* wear them!" I said. "I don't wanna wear diapers!" Mark cried. "Why not?" I asked Mark. "They say Pokemon on them, right?" I said. I was still waiting for him to noticed that they actually said "Poopemon." "Yeah," Mark replied. "You said you would take *anything* that says ' Pokemon' on it." "I didn't think I'd get Pokemon diapers!" Mark complained. "Only babies wear diapers!" "There must be bigger kids who wear them, too, or they wouldn't make them big enough to fit you," I said. "Since Santa brought them to you, you'd better wear them, or he'll be mad at you and not bring you anything next year!" "Mom!" Mark cried. "Santa brought me diapers!" He ran over to my Mom, who hugged him and comforted him. "It must have been a mistake, honey," my Mom told Mark. "Even Santa makes mistakes. Look at all the other little boys and girls he has to deliver to." "Hey Mark, they're *not* Pokemon diapers!" I told him. I couldn't stand to wait any longer. "look at what it says!" "It says POOP-emon," he said as he took a closer look at the diaper. I started laughing even more. "Mom!" Mark bellowed. "They say POOP-E-MON!" I could barely stand it. I kept saying "Poop-e-mon! Poope-e-mon!" over and over, just to rub it in. "Allen, enough!" My Mom shouted. "Come here! Stop teasing your brother!" I went to see Mom in the kitchen. I knew the gig was up at this point. "Where did you get those diapers?" Mom asked me. "I didn't get them, mom, Santa did!" "Oh, so now *you* believe in Santa!" Mom said. "I do now," I said. Mom wasn't buying it. She knew that I had set up this whole thing myself. "You did this, didn't you, Allen?" my Mom said. "Answer me!" "Yes, Mom, I did," I confessed. Mom asked me where I got the diapers and I explained to her what I did, including the images downloaded from the Internet that were ironed on to the diapers. "Why, of all things, did you get Mark diapers?" Dad asked. "Because I just wanted to see how far he'd take this Pokemon obsession he has," I answered. "Well, if I recall correctly, Allen, you went through a Power Rangers phase a few years ago," Mom said. "If we had given you Power Rangers diapers, would you wear them?" "No, probably not," I said. "Then what makes you think that Mark would wear them?" my Dad asked me. "Because they say Pokemon on them, well, Poopemon, but same thing, you know," I said. "I got so tired of Mark believing in Santa Claus, and I got tired of him asking for Pokemon stuff! He said he would take *anything* that said 'Pokemon' on it, so I just wanted to see how serious he really was." Mom continued to stare at me with a stern look to further show her disapproval. "Look, it was just a joke, all right?" I tried to defend myself. "You've embarrassed your little brother and you ruined his Christmas!" my Mom said. "You go in there and confess to him and apologize this instant!" "Yes, Mom," I said. I went back to the living room and confessed to Mark that I made up the diapers. "They came from Santa!" Mark said, still sobbing. "They came from me," I said. "And you should know by now that there is no such thing as Santa Claus, anyway, so I wanted to teach you a lesson." "There is too a Santa Claus!" Mark contended staunchly. "Okay, then there is, and he brought you diapers, okay!" I said. I decided that Mark was still settled on thinking that Santa Claus exists and that Santa brought him diapers. I wasn't going to argue with him anymore about it. I did as Mom told me to do and I confessed, but Mark still didn't believe me in spite of the fact that the gift "Santa" brought him was something that Mark didn't really want. Mark was still sobbing when Mom returned to the room. "I was bad this year!" Mark said. "I knew I'd get in trouble for breaking Mrs. Wilson's window!" "Now Mark, that was last summer and it was an accident, and Mrs. Wilson forgave you for it," my Mom said. "Now come on, it's Christmas, let's enjoy the day." I was so disappointed. All that work and all that setting it up for nothing! I had to get back at Mark for something! I sat there on the couch moping, thinking of something that I could do. Dad had gone outside to shovel the new-fallen snow out of the driveway for the guests we were expecting later today. As I got thinking about the "Poopemon" diapers, I got an idea. Mark was preoccupied with his toys, so I figured this was a good time to go ahead with my plans. I had to take a shit, so I figured the timing for this was perfect. I went back into Mark's bedroom and dug through his dirty clothes. I found several pairs of Pokemon underwear and took them into the bathroom with me. I closed the door and then I took my pants and my underwear off. I then started to put on one of Mark's pairs of underwear so that I could shit into it while sitting on the toilet. Unfortunately I couldn't get it to fit, damn! Too late now. I had to shit soon, so I just sat down on the toilet and let the turds fall into the toilet. As I reached for the toilet paper it occurred to me that I could still hatch my plan. Instead of using the toilet paper I used Mark's underwear and wiped my butt using it. I put a nice, big swath of shit in one of his briefs. I even made sure to put the incriminating evidence in the right place on the underpants. I did the same with the second pair. As I had taken a rather messy dump, I had plenty of wet poop that needed to be wiped from my butt cheeks. I managed to get three pairs good and soiled, enough to make it look like Mark was having accidents in his pants and Mom and Dad would make him wear diapers. After I finished up I flushed the toilet and slipped the soiled underwear back into Mark's pile of dirty clothes. I then went into my room for a little bit. I thought about how long it would be before Mom would see Mark's soiled underwear when she did his wash. I couldn't just wait for this since I wanted Mark to get in trouble now. I couldn't just tell Mom that I was going through Mark's dirty clothes and found his underwear in it, that wouldn't work. Maybe I could tell Mom that I smelled a suspicious odor in Mark's room, but I decided to scrap this idea, too. After thinking about it for a couple minutes another idea came to me. I figured that Mom was already mad at me, so maybe I could appease her by offering to do some extra chores, especially being that it was Christmas Day. I proceeded with my plan. I went up to Mom, who was busy getting things ready for the Christmas dinner. "Mom, I'm really sorry about what I did to Mark," I told her. "Very well, Allen, you're forgiven," Mom replied. "I know that I'm probably going to get in trouble anyway, so maybe I could do some chores today." "If you want to, whatever makes you feel better, Allen," Mom said. "What do you want to do? Wash the dishes after we have dinner? Shovel the snow for your dad?" "Actually, I think I need to make it up to Mark somehow," I said. "Maybe do his laundry." "Okay, I'm not gonna stop you, Allen, if that's how you want to spend part of your Christmas," Mom said. With this, I grabbed a laundry basket and went into Mark's bedroom. I gathered up his whites, knowing that these had to be washed separately. Most importantly, I made sure to include the pairs of underwear in which I had deposited big poop stains. "Remember, separate the whites!" Mom reminded me. I knew exactly what I was doing, not to worry, he he. With the laundry basket full, I carried it back out to the washroom. I opened the washing machine and started tossing his socks, T-shirts, and of course, his underwear into the agitator. About halfway through I "discovered" that Mark had pooped into his underwear. It had to be Mark's underwear-- yeah, yeah, it was definitely Mark's underwear and Mark was wearing it-- since, as I found out, it wouldn't fit me, and that I'd never be caught dead wearing Pokemon underwear in the first place! I figured now was the time to play my cards. "Mom!" I shouted. "Can you come here? I need to show you something!" "I'll be right there," Mom said. A moment later she appeared. "What did you need, Allen?" "I was going through Mark's underwear and came across these," I said. I had the three pairs that I had soiled for Mark laid out on top of the dryer, shit-side up. "It looks like he's been having accidents, so maybe it was a good thing that Santa brought him some diapers, huh?" "Is that all you called me in here for?" Mom asked me, annoyed about this. Damn, this one was going to backfire on me, too! "Is that *all?!*" I shouted. "Mom, he's pooping in his pants!" "All boys have accidents every now and then; you had your share of them. Just use more detergent and that should get the stains out." "But, aren't you going to do anything about it?" I asked Mom. "Do what?" "Mark! You're just going to let him poop in his underwear?" "I'll talk to him about it," Mom said. "You just finish up the laundry that you promised to do for him." Mom then left the laundry room. I was so frustrated now. I kicked the washing machine and it made a loud bang. Mom retreated a moment later to ask me, "What was that all about?" "Nothing," I said. "No, what did you kick the washing machine for?" "I don't know, just got frustrated, I guess," I replied. "You're trying to get your little brother in trouble, aren't you?" "Well, yeah, but only because he deserves it!" I said. "He has done nothing wrong; if anything, you're the one who's about to get in trouble!" Mom left the laundry room again. Now that my plan had failed, I had no reason to act like I was wanting to do Mark's laundry for him. I just sat there for a moment to think about what to do next. A moment later I heard Mark whining. "I didn't do it, Mom! I haven't even gone to the bathroom since I got up!" "ALLEN FRANK REYNOLDS! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE!" I heard my mom shout. Dammit! What now? "Allen, sit down!" Mom told me. I took a seat on the couch next to Mark, who was sobbing. "I should have known better than to think you'd actually volunteer to make up for your little stunt by actually offering to do your little brother's laundry, and on Christmas!" "What? I started doing his laundry and found his dirty underwear!" "Only so you could conveniently run onto them, since it was *you* who got them dirty!" "I did not!" I argued. "Why would I wear Mark's underwear? I can't even fit into them! Besides, it's all Pokemon! I hate Pokemon!" "That's *exactly* why I know you did it!" Mom said. "I think it's time that I put a stop to this nonsense right now! And those diapers will be just the thing! I think that's the most appropriate punishment!" Mom then handed me the box of "Poopemon" diapers and said, "Now go to your room!" "What for?" I asked Mom. "Do as your told!" Mom commanded me. I was starting to cry now. Being sent to my room on Christmas was the worst. I went down the hallway, crying as I went into my bedroom. Mom came in right behind me. "Take your pants off!" Mom told me. "No!" I said. "Allen, you don't say "no" to your mother like that!" Mom scolded me. "Now take those pants off!" "You're not going to make me wear those diapers, are you?" I asked humbly. "Yes I am," Mom replied. "Now I'd get those pants off, or I'll take them off so I can spank you!" My eyes welled up in tears. I was embarrassed as I was forced to strip off my pants in front of mom. She stood at my door, waiting for me to unfasten my jeans. "Could you at least close the door?" I asked Mom. "What would it matter if I did?" Mom said. "It's not like you're going to need any privacy for awhile." "What do you mean?" I asked Mom. "You'll find out," she said. At this point I pulled off my pants, exposing my plain white briefs. "Keep going," Mom prompted me. "It's not like I haven't seen you without clothes on before." "Yeah, when I was a baby," I said. "Looks like you'll be a baby again," Mom said. "At least you'll be dressed for the part." "Mom, don't put me through this!" I pleaded. Mom ignored me and ordered me to remove my underpants at once. Reluctantly, I pulled them down, bending forward so that my privates wouldn't show. After I stepped out of my underwear I put my hands over my dick and balls. Mom stared at my underwear sitting on the floor. It was tarnished with a big skid mark down the center, having collected what I still hadn't wiped into Mark's underwear earlier. Mom was quick to point out the stain, calling me a hypocrite for the way I tried to make Mark look like he couldn't keep his underwear clean. "Now get on the bed," Mom told me. I didn't resist her at this point, knowing that to have done so would have only made things worse. Mom went over to the box of diapers and started folding several of them together. In the meantime, Mark had come into my room. He had finally gotten dressed and he was wearing his new Pokemon shirt. He stared at me lying on the bed naked and started giggling. "Mark, go away!" I shouted to him. He didn't move. I wanted to get up and slam the door in his face, but without having any pants on I felt vulnerable, and Mom would have intervened. "Mom, tell Mark to go away!" I told her. "No, Mark's welcome to watch his big brother get his butt diapered," Mom said. "Yeah, so there!" Mark replied as he stuck his tongue out at me. He then came into the room and watched Mom prepare the diapers. Mom came over to my bed with Mark following close behind. "Move your hands!" Mom told me. Mark was smiling as he anticipated getting to see my dick. As I slowly pulled my hands away I revealed the fact that I had an erection. It was embarrassing and it didn't help matters. "I can see that you might enjoy this," Mom said, referring to my hard-on. "Now lift your butt." I did as Mom told me and I raised my butt up so that she could slide the diapers underneath me. I wasn't sure how many diapers Mom had folded together, but as I set my buttocks back down on the thick stack I could tell that she meant business. "Now spread your legs," Mom told me. God, this was embarrassing! I tried to make my hard-on go down, but the more I thought about it, the stiffer it seemed to get. I was only eleven years old, but I was still able to sport a nice-sized erection. Mom could sense my embarrassment. "Just relax, you'll be covered up down there in a moment," Mom said. "And I do mean *covered up!*" My dick and balls were soon enshrouded in the heavy cloth white material as Mom pulled the front of the diaper up into my crotch. She pulled it as high and as far as she could get it before she fastened the first pin. She did the same thing on the other side. She reinforced the diaper's hold with an extra pin on each side. I knew these diapers were thick, but I never imagined what they would actually feel like. In all the times I had seen Tyler's brother Troy get heavily diapered I never thought that this sort of thing would ever happen to me. I was surprised that the diapers fit me as well as they did since they were intended for use on an eight-year-old. Mark was laughing uncontrollably. I wanted to sit up and smack his face, but now wasn't the time for taking such defensive actions. All I could do was lie there in shame and feel the heavy bulk packed in between my legs. The bulk got bulkier and heavier as Mom proceeded to pin on the second diaper. She used two pins on this one as well. "Good thing 'Santa' provided us with plenty of diaper pins," Mom said. "I'm going to need them all." "How many diapers are you going to make me wear?" I asked my Mom as she started putting on the third diaper. "We'll start with four," Mom replied. "Four!" I exclaimed. "I don't know how I'm gonna be able to walk in these!" "Well, Allen, you don't expect to be walking far in those diapers, anyway, do you?" Mom said. "It's not like you'll be going outside in them." Having three diapers on was overdoing it a little, I felt, but Mom told me that I would be wearing them for a long time before getting changed. "Changed?" I said. "Unless you want to keep wearing the same wet and poopy diapers," Mom said. "You don't expect me to *use* these diapers, do you?" I asked Mom. "Well, silly, you're not wearing them just for looks, you know," Mom said. "And before you think that you'll get to use the toilet, I'll make sure the top diaper won't be easy to take off." Mom brought the fourth, and final diaper up in between my legs. It just barely fit around me with the other three diapers that mom had already pinned on to me. There were about a dozen pins left and Mom used every one of them to fasten on my topmost diaper, six on each side. I looked down at my stomach and noticed how high up the diapers came on me. How Troy wore these diapers I didn't know. "Okay, get up!" Mom said. Mark started laughing as he watched me try to maintain my balance as my diapered bottom made me roll around. Upon standing up I realized just how much weight and bulk there was in these diapers. I couldn't bring my knees together and I was forced to waddle. "Now put these on," Mom said as she handed me the plastic pants that had been enclosed in the box. The bulk of the diapers was so huge I couldn't handle getting the plastic pants on while standing, so I had to sit down on the floor to do it. Again, Mark was very amused by seeing all this happening. I pulled the plastic pants up over my huge diapers. The pants just barely fit over my big diapered butt. After this I got up and asked Mom if I could still wear pants over my diapers. "Surely you jest," Mom said. "I don't think you realize how thick those diapers really are. Walk over to the mirror and examine yourself." I closed my bedroom door so that I could see what I looked like in the mirror. I was shocked to see myself, a blonde-haired eleven-year old boy wearing thick, billowing white diapers. I turned around and looked at my butt, which stood out even more, especially with the iron-on screen print. The huge diapers dwarfed my long, slender bare legs. As luck would have it, the topmost diaper turned out to be the one that I altered to read "Poopemon." Mark was laughing some more. "Your butt says POOP-e-mon!" he said as he pointed to my bulging rear end. "I can't go around like this!" I exclaimed. "You can, and you will," Mom said. "But Uncle Alex and Aunt Arlene will be coming, along with all my GIRL cousins!" I cried. "They have two little brothers, you know," Mom said. "I don't want them to see me, either!" I said. "Allen, you've made your bed, now sleep in it," Mom said as she left the room. "More like you made your diapers, now POOP in them!" Mark exclaimed. "Shut the hell up!" I said. "You said a bad word!" Mark said. "I don't give a shit!" I said. "There, I said another bad word! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I said it again!" "I'm gonna go tell Mom!" Mark said as he sauntered out of my room to tattle on me for swearing. This was the least of Mom's concerns at the moment since she never came back to my room to scold me. I went out to the front room to gather what remained of my Christmas presents. Among other things, I had a Seattle Seahawks shirt, my NFL calendar, a couple computer games and a couple of CDs. Dad had since then come in from shoveling snow. He looked at me strangely, obviously unable to ignore the huge diapers that I had on. I took all my stuff back into my room and then I lay there on my bed, pondering how I got myself into this situation. Most of all I was avoiding being seen in my diapers by my relatives, all of whom were due to show up soon. While I lay on my bed sulking I realized that I had to pee. I thought about sneaking into the bathroom and getting the diapers off just enough for my dick to get over the top, but upon examining the super-pinning that my Mom did, I could see that this would be no small task. The pins were on very tight in the outer diaper as it was pulled as tautly as it could go in order to fit. Since the diapers came up past my stomach I would have to get my dick past the high wall of cotton. I knew this would be impossible. I didn't want to actually use these diapers. I didn't want Mom to think that she could expect me to actually pee and poop in them, but the urge to urinate would not go away and sooner or later I would have to wet into the thick diapers. A few minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. I got up from my bed and I peeked out the window. It was Uncle Alex, Aunt Arlene, and their five charges: Amanda, age 13, Ashley, age 11, Amber, age 7, Adam, age 4, and Anthony, age 3. The family was referred to as "The A-Team" because of the fact that all their names began with the letter A. They had just gotten a new minivan and it had a vanity license plate that read AAAAAAA, seven A'S, one for each family member. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would have to shamefully appear before my cousins and my aunt and uncle. I went over to my bedroom door and heard the commotion of people coming in the door. Two of the girls fought for the bathroom. I knew Mark would come charging in to my room to show my five cousins that I was wearing diapers. I didn't have a lock on my door, so I scooted my big dresser in front of the door. With the way things were going this Christmas I'd rather sit in my room all day than have to appear before the family wearing diapers. For now I buried myself underneath my covers so that nobody would see me in diapers in case Mark still penetrated my blockade. A few minutes later I heard Mark shouting, "come here, you guys, come check this out!" "Shut up, you little twerp!" I thought to myself. "He's wearing diapers!" Mark spoke. This started a round of laughter from the girls. I could also hear Adam laughing. Mark came to my door and pushed on it, only to realize that it was blocked. "Go away!" I shouted. "I can't get the door open!" I heard Mark complain. "Good!" I shouted. Mark tried again to push my door open, but the dresser was too heavy for him to get past it. "There's something blocking the door," I heard Amanda. "Here, we'll give you some help. Ashley, come here and help us open Allen's door." "Stay out!" I shouted. "We wanna see what your DIA-PERS look like!" I heard Amanda shout through the door. At this point there were three of them pushing on my bedroom door, enough force to knock my dresser drawers over. They went crashing down to the floor, sending a loud thud all throughout the house. Where were my parents and my aunt and uncle? One of them would have come to my room by now to find out what was going on. With the dresser drawers knocked over Mark led my cousins into my room. I cowered underneath my covers, holding them over me as tightly as I could. I was on my hands and knees crouching down. I knew it was futile, but I couldn't bear to face my five cousins, especially three of them being girls, while wearing ridiculously thick diapers. A couple seconds later, just as I expected, I felt the covers being pulled off of me. Amanda, Ashley and Amber stripped my bed of its linens and right before then there I sit hunkered over with my diapered butt facing them, complete with the "Poopemon" logo printed right on them. I didn't want to show my face. I felt trapped right there. The room was filled with girlish laughter. "You're wearing diapers!" Amanda said as she pointed at me. Ashley came closer to me and examined the yellow printing on my butt. "It says Pokemon on his butt!" she said as she giggled and poked her finger into the thick fabric. "No it doesn't, it says POOP-emon!" Amber keenly pointed out. The three girls started laughing again. Amanda then turned to Adam and said, "see, Adam, it's okay for older boys to still wear diapers." "Where did you get Pokemon diapers, Allen?" Ashley asked. "You mean Poopemon diapers!" Amanda corrected her sister. "Are you wet yet?" Ashley asked me. "None of your business!" I said, still trying to keep my cousins from seeing my face. Ashley then crawled up on to the bed and pulled back on my diapers and plastic pants from the rear to check if I had pooped. Apparently she was used to checking her two little brothers. "He hasn't pooped yet," she said. At this moment I had it. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shouted. I kicked my foot back, hoping to kick Ashley to get her away from me, but my toes only grazed her. I got out of my position and faced the gaggle of girls and their little brother Adam. "You look so cute in diapers, Allen!" Amanda said to me. Her smile showed her braces. I could see my white diapered front in the reflection of her glasses. "Get out of here!" I told them. "Aren't you going to join us for turkey dinner?" Ashley asked. "No, I'll eat it in here!" I said. "Now get out of my room!" Dammit, where was an adult when I needed one? As I glanced behind me I could see my parents outside with my aunt and uncle, who were apparently showing them the new minivan. I heard someone coming into the house. It was Aunt Arlene. "Where is everyone, Anthony?" I heard Aunt Arlene ask her youngest son. "They're in there!" I heard him say. Aunt Arlene then came to my room. "What is going on here?!" she asked as she looked down at the toppled dresser drawers. "Allen is wearing diapers, Mom!" Ashley pointed out. "And they say Poopemon on his butt, too!" Amber spoke up. Aunt Arlene then looked up at me. She was astounded to see that I had been diapered up. "Heaven's sake, Allen!" she exclaimed. "Why are you wearing diapers?" "Let my parents explain it," I said. "I'm sure they will," Aunt Arlene said. "Why is this dresser on the floor like this?" "We had to knock it over to get into the room!" Mark said. "I don't know what's going on here, kids, but let's settle down and have fun. Here, help me put this dresser back up." All I could do was crouch down and cry. This whole Christmas was ruined now, all because of a stupid stunt that had served to turn against me in the end. Aunt Arlene ordered her girls as well as Adam to leave the room. Mark stayed, however. "Get out of here!" I said. "No," Mark refused. "I said LEAVE!" I said as I threw my pillow at him. "I don't have to leave," Mark said defiantly. "If it weren't for you this wouldn't have happened," I said. "You're the one who got me diapers," Mark said. "If you had just gotten me a Pokemon watch like I asked for you wouldn't be sitting here in diapers now." I felt myself breaking down some more. I couldn't get Mark to leave my room, so maybe perhaps now was the time to bargain with him. "Mark, I said I was sorry for getting you diapers for Christmas." "I bet you are!" he said. "Look what it got you into!" I know what it got me into, okay?!" I snapped. "Look, I'll buy you a Pokemon watch tomorrow, I promise!" "Okay, but are you going to the store in your diapers like that?" Mark asked me. "No, because I'm not going to be wearing these damn diapers tomorrow!" I said. "Just tell Mom that I am sorry, and that I will get you a Pokemon watch." "Okay, but I can't promise anything," Mark said as he left the room. Alone again, I sat on my bed, now stripped of its covers. I still had to pee, and I couldn't resist the urge to urinate any longer. I let a small trickle out. I felt the warm piss dribbling down to my balls. The urine was quickly absorbed by the massive padding over my front. I then let out some more pee. By this time I could feel the wet warmth spreading throughout my diapers, going down to the crotch. I still wasn't done. I could feel that I had a lot more piss to drain out of my bladder. This wasn't like standing before a toilet, where it all came out at once. I let more spurts of pee out, and finally, I managed to get a steady stream going. The pee flooded the whole front of my diapers and my crotch. I then felt the golden gusher pouring back to my butt. By the time I stopped peeing I was wet from my stomach all the way back to my ass. Now I realized why my Mom decided to diaper me up so heavily. "That was weird," I thought to myself as I came to the realization that I, an eleven-year-old boy, just pissed in diapers like an eleven-month old baby. It felt strange. At the same time it felt, well, it kind of felt good. I even had a hard-on, and the diapers were causing it. Even with nobody around but myself I had a hard time admitting that anything pleasurable could ever come out of this. Now that I had wet my diapers maybe Mom would take them off of me now. I got up from my bed and looked it over to make sure that I didn't leak any pee onto my mattress. Everything was dry from what I could tell. I went out to the front room, reluctant to appear before Uncle Alex, who had yet to see me wearing diapers. I waddled my way up the hall to the front room, feeling the soaked fabric rubbing up against my nuts. Uncle Alex was preoccupied with watching a football game on TV with Dad. How I would have liked to join them. I tried to slip past Uncle Alex without him seeing me, but my conspicuously white-diapered bottom was impossible to miss. "Looks like you got the right idea there, Allen!" he said. "It'd sure make watching a football game easier if we didn't have to get up to use the toilet." I ignored Uncle Alex and I went into the kitchen, where Mom and Aunt Arlene were preparing Christmas dinner together. Amanda and Ashley were also helping out. Both of them stopped what they were doing just to look at me wearing diapers. They were staring at my diapered butt and giggling while I was turned away from them to whisper into Mom's ear. "I just wet," I said to Mom. "You just wet?" Mom repeated, only more loudly. Amanda and Ashley started giggling. "Thanks, Mom!" I said. "Well, Allen, you're wearing diapers, it's expected eventually," Mom said. "So does that mean I can take them off now?" I asked Mom. "No!" she said. "I diapered you to last the whole day." "But they're already really wet," I said. "I used cloth diapers on you boys when you were babies, I know how much they can hold," Mom replied. I turned around and started going back to my room. "He's wet, I can see it!" Ashley pointed out while giggling. I just ignored her and kept going. I headed out of the kitchen and stood at the entryway for a moment where I could see the TV. I waited to see what the score was. While standing there waiting I heard Aunt Arlene talk to her two eldest daughters. "Speaking of wet, can you check on your brothers for me, please, Amanda, Ashley?" "Where are they at?" "They're all out back playing in the snow," Mom said. At this time the score finally came up on the screen. I then went back to my bedroom, which was my only solace now. A moment later Amanda and Ashley came into the room. Amanda was carrying a pair of Pull-Ups and Ashley had a full-fledged diaper in her hand. Behind them were Adam and Anthony. "Do you mind if we borrow your bed?" Amanda asked me. What would have it mattered if I refused? I got up so that Adam and Anthony could get their diapers changed. Amanda helped Adam get his pants off. They were wet from playing in the snow. His Pull-Ups were wet as well, except that they were wet because of being peed in. He was four years old and he was still wearing Pull-Ups. Amanda pulled off the soaked training pants and found that not only had Adam peed in them, but he pooped in them, too. "Eww!" Amanda said. "You went poo-poo in them! You know, if you don't get potty trained we'll put you in big, thick diapers that you can't take off like what your cousin Allen is wearing over there." Adam didn't seem to mind nor did he seem to heed this as any sort of "threat." Amanda took Adam's Pull-Ups with her to show her mother the "evidence" and left Adam lying there on my bed with his poopy bottom leaving fecal residue on my mattress. "Mom! Adam pooped his Pull-Ups!" I heard Amanda shout as she ran up the hallway. "Take him into the bathroom and clean him up!" Aunt Arlene said. "Ewww! Yuk!" Amanda said. "Cant you do it, Mom?" "I'm busy helping with the dinner, dear," Aunt Arlene replied. With this, Amanda came back into my room and told Adam to get up and follow her to the bathroom. Amanda took with her the clean Pull-Up. Meanwhile, Ashley was busy changing Anthony's diaper. "Aren't your brothers toilet trained yet?" I asked Ashley, just to break the awkward silence. "Not yet," Ashley replied. "Mom says boys take longer to toilet train than girls do." "Is that true?" I said. "None of us girls were in diapers past the age of three, I can tell you that," Ashley replied proudly. "How old were you?" "Uhh, three and a half, I think," I said. "Good thing they make size 6 diapers now," Ashley said. "It's the only thing that fits Anthony." Ashley had Anthony cleaned up and diapered again in a fresh Pampers. She picked up his pants to put them on him. "Your pants are wet," Ashley said. "I guess you'll have to go around in a diaper butt just like your cousin Allen, I guess." Ashley then left my bedroom, taking with her the used diaper as well as Anthony's wet pants. Anthony looked at me and pointed. "You wear diapers!" he said. "Well, for today I do," I said. "You diapers are big!" Anthony said as he pointed to my behind. "That they are," I said. It was difficult to carry on a conversation with a three-old boy about wearing diapers when I didn't really want to be wearing them. I tried to entertain Anthony so that he wouldn't keep asking me about the diapers I was wearing, but my diapers kept grabbing his attention. "Where did you get the Poopemon diapers?" Anthony asked. "They came from Santa Claus," I said. "I thought Santa Claus made toys!" Anthony countered. "Oh no, no, he's expanded his operations since then," I said, trying to make some fun out of my situation. "He makes toys for boys who are good, but he makes stuff that kids don't want for kids who are bad." "So were you bad?" Anthony asked me. "Yeah, I guess I was," I said, admitting to my guilt now. "What did you do?" Anthony asked, sounding as curious and as inquisitive as a typical three-year-old boy would do. "I didn't get Mark the Pokemon watch he wanted," I said. "So Santa gave me diapers this Christmas." I heard Amanda and Adam leave the bathroom. Anthony got up and toddled out to meet his older brother. As I got up I saw that Adam, too, was in just his Pull-Ups and was without his pants. "I wanna go play in the snow!" Adam whined. "As soon as your pants dry you can go play," Aunt Arlene told her little boy. "But that won't be until after we eat." "Didn't you bring an extra pair of pants for Adam?" my Mom asked Aunt Arlene. "Used them already," Aunt Arlene said. "Adam thought he could make the trip wearing big boy underwear, but ten miles out of town he pooped his pants, so we had to stop and change him. I figured I'd bring along the Pull-Ups just in case. Glad I did." "Well, like they say, boys are harder to toilet train," my Mom said. "Tell me about it," Arlene said. "The girls were a piece of cake. Amanda, two years nine months, Ashley, two years eleven months, Amber, two years five months." "Allen was three and a half, but he was still having accidents then. Mark was almost four," my Mom said. About an hour later the turkey was done and the food was ready to serve. We had the customary "kiddie" table set up. Since there were seven of us kids and only four adults, the kids got the larger table. All throughout the meal my cousins asked me what it felt like to wear diapers. They kept looking under the table to see my diapers. At least I wasn't alone as Adam was still in just his Pull-Ups. Anthony apparently didn't want to be singled out by being the only boy wearing pants, so he, too, had taken off his pants and wore just his diaper. After awhile everyone got used to seeing me in diapers and the teasing had died down. Adam and Anthony had brought their new Christmas toys with them and the girls had gone out to the car to get them. The two boys spent the rest of the day in my room with me while we all played with toys. Since the two boys never put their pants back on, I didn't feel quite so bad to be wearing just diapers. I had peed in the diapers a couple more times, but now I had to poop again. I couldn't imagine what doing this would feel like. I wanted to get up and take the diapers off and poop in the toilet like I was used to doing. I tried to hold it in for as long as I could, hoping that maybe Mom would take my diapers off tonight. Another half hour had passed and I couldn't hold the poop much longer. My stomach was hurting now and I had to release my bowels sooner or later. I didn't want to do this in front of the boys. I figured that I could still go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet, just that my poop would go all over my butt. As I got up to go to the bathroom Ashley appeared before me. "Hey Allen, you diaper boy, you!" Ashley said as she reached behind me to smack my butt. "How's the diapers?" "They're okay, I guess," I said. "That's good," she said. "I think you look cute in them." "Whatever," I said. "We've got pie and ice cream," Ashley announced to us. With this, she led me and the two little diapered boy cousins out with her. I knew I'd look silly going into the bathroom, so I continued to hold my poop in. I tried the old sitting-on-the-heel trick, but as thick ass my diapers were, this method of extending my poop retention was not going to work. We were all seated at the table again, each of us with our choice of pumpkin or apple pie and ice cream before us. The pressure in my bowels wouldn't quit and the girls could see the strained look on my face. "What's wrong, Allen?" Amanda asked me. "Nothing," I said in a strained voice. "You not feeling well?" Ashley asked me. "Not really," I said. I couldn't take a dump in my diapers with the three girls sitting around me, but I didn't have a choice at this point. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to finally let it go. I hoped that my diapers would be thick enough to muffle any farts and contain any smells. Unfortunately it didn't do much for either. My bowel movement was announced by a juicy discharge of flatulence, which was soon answered by an expanding, lingering cloud of intestinal gas and the unmistakable smell of poop. "I think Allen just pooped in his diapers!" Amber giggled. "How do you know it was Allen?" Ashley asked. "We got three boys in diapers here, could have been any one of them." "I heard it come from him!" Amber said. "I even felt it vibrating my chair!" "Phew, it stinks!" Ashley complained. "You girls should be used to that smell," Aunt Arlene said. "Considering you have two brothers of your own who aren't about to get out of diapers any time soon." It was about 4:30 in the afternoon by the time we finished up eating dessert. Adam and Anthony had been taken into my mom and dad's room for their naps. My Dad and my Uncle Alex were watching football. I would have joined them, but I would have felt awkward sitting there wearing just diapers and a shirt. My Mom, Aunt Arlene and the three girls invited me to play some games with them, so I opted for this. After awhile the smell of my poopy diapers was getting to the girls. "Well, then go change him!" Aunt Arlene told them. "I don't wanna change him!" Amber said. "Yuck!" "At the rate your two brothers are going with potty training, you just might have to join your older sisters in changing their diapers," Aunt Arlene told Amber. "I'll change him," Ashley giggled sheepishly. "If you want to change him, go ahead," my Mom said. "I was going to make him wait until bedtime, but I think he could use a change about now instead." "Mom?" I asked her. "You let Ashley change your diapers," my Mom told me. "She's a girl," I said. "She's eleven years old, and she's seen her own brothers without their diapers on, Allen, so it's not a sex-ed 101 lesson for her," Aunt Arlene told me. After we finished up the game that was in progress, Ashley got up and said, "okay, ready when you are, Allen." "Come I come watch?" Amanda asked. "Can I watch, too?" Amber also asked. "Sure, come with me," Ashley said. I just wanted the floor to open up and take me away about now. Just as I had gotten used to my three girl cousins seeing me in diapers, now I had to accept the fact that they'd see me naked, and with poop-covered genitals. Ashley slapped my rear end and told me to "get my butt up on my bed." She seemed to be quite enthusiastic about this. I know she couldn't have been looking forward to smelling my poop or wiping it up, but was probably just liking to do it because she knew it would be embarrassing to me. My Mom checked on me to make sure I wasn't putting up a fuss for Ashley. I was still lying there with diapers and plastic pants on when she looked at me lying there on my bed. "How's Allen doing?" my Mom asked Ashley. "Okay so far," she said. "But I haven't taken his diapers off yet." "If he gives you any trouble, just holler," Mom said. Ashley instructed Amanda to notify my Mom if I showed any resistance. Ashley then pulled down my plastic pants and exposed my thick diapers. With Amanda and Amber standing around to watch, Ashley then started removing the diapers. I anticipated hers and the other girls' reactions once the last diaper was off and my shit-slathered genitals were exposed. My expectations were duly met. Amber plugged her nose and said, "phew!" Ashley and Amanda giggled when Ashley pointed out my erect penis. As much as I tried not to let it stay hard, it seemed that the more I concentrated on trying to get my dick to soften the harder it got. "It's so big!" Ashley said. "It means he likes it," Amanda said. "Just like how Adam and Anthony like it." Ashley winced as she prepared to wipe my butt because she was used to wiping the smaller butts of her two little brothers. She was otherwise unfazed by this filthy chore which she had performed many times on a smaller scale with her brothers. I tried to pretend that it was someone other than one of my girl cousins wiping me up, but there she was, with long straight blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders and talking to me in an unmistakably girl's voice. Once she had my poop wiped off she got the remaining supply of diapers. Amanda helped Ashley fold them. "How many diapers are you using on Allen?" Amanda asked Ashley. "I don't know," she said. "I think four is enough. It's what he was wearing before." "Why not use them all?" Amanda suggested. "Yeah, why not?" Ashley said as she had a fiendish grin on her face. "No!" I said. "That's too much!" I said. "I could barely walk in them before!" "No it isn't," Amanda said. "You need really thick diapers, and you're gonna get them!" "No I'm not!" I said as I got up from my bed and went over to my underwear drawer. "Aunt Kathy!" Amanda yelled as she left the room to get my mom. Amber giggled as she saw my naked butt. She kept saying, "I see his butt! I see his butt!" "Take a good look at it while you can, Amber," Ashley said. "Because it's going to have DIAPERS on it soon!" I found a pair of underwear and slipped it on. I then grabbed for a pair of pants. Mom then entered the room and asked me what was going on. "They're gonna put *all* those diapers on me at once!" I pointed. "I can't let them do that!" "Allen, you are being punished, so you will do what your cousins want you to do," my Mom said. "I'll stand by to make sure you don't try anything like that again. Now take those underpants off." "Can I have the honors instead, Aunt Kathy?" Ashley asked my Mom. "Sure, Ashley," my Mom replied. "Allen, hold still and your cousin Ashley will take your undies off for you." I backed up as Ashley approached me, but it was no use. She stood before me and grabbed a hold of my underpants and yanked them down. My dick was hard in spite of my wishes for it not to be. As the underpants slid over my erect penis it sprang upward. Ashley snickered as she watched it bounce up and down. She told me to step out of my underpants. Next she got behind me and lightly slapped my naked butt several times, prodding me to get back over onto my bed. By this time, my entire bedroom was full of spectators, including Adam and Anthony. Amanda had all the diapers folded and ready for Ashley. She then proceeded to put them on-- all eight of them! She even made sure the one with the largest "Poopemon" logo printed onto it was showing on top. She then slipped on the plastic pants. They were stretched to the limit. Ashley held her hand out and helped me up. Damn, these diapers were going to be very difficult to walk around in. All I could do was waddle in the super thick diapers. Everyone was laughing at me. "Looks, it's POOPEMON!" Ashley shouted as she pointed out my diapered butt. The other girls laughed as well as the boys. Adam even said that he wanted to wear some diapers just like mine. "If you don't start using the potty we'll see to it that you do," Ashley said. Everyone left my room. I decided to just sit there and mope, think about how this Christmas was turning out. For an hour all I could do was sit and read a couple of my books. I then heard the doorbell ring. A moment later my Mom came to my room and told me that Tyler was here. "Did you tell him I wasn't here?" I asked my Mom. "No I didn't," my Mom said. "He's here to see you. In fact, he's coming down the hall right now." "Tell him I'm sick," I said. I immediately got into my bed and buried myself underneath the covers. Tyler then entered the room. "Hey Allen," he said. "How's it going?" "Not too good," I said. "What, you sick?" he said. "Yeah, sucks, doesn't it?" "On Christmas, yeah, I'd say that sucks," Tyler said. "So, how did the diaper thing go?" "I got in trouble for it," I said. "I'm grounded all of Christmas break." Even though Mom hadn't said it, I figured I'd ground myself since I had no idea how long I was going to be stuck wearing diapers. I just needed to come up with a reason to keep Tyler from coming over. "Your mom didn't say you were grounded," Tyler said. "She didn't? Well, I am," I said. "Damn," Tyler said. "Sorry that your 'Santa's Helper' idea backfired." "It's not your fault," I said. "It was my idea, you know." I remained lying in my bed, feigning illness while Tyler and I talked about what we each got for Christmas. A moment later Mom hollered and told me that everyone was leaving and she wanted me to come out and say goodbye to them. "Can you just tell them goodbye for me?" I asked my Mom. "You're not going to see them until Easter," Mom said. "Now you come out here and say goodbye to them!" "But I'm sick!" I said. "You are not sick, Allen," Mom said as she came into my room. She then reached for the covers and yanked them off of me. "No!" I said as I tried to stop my Mom. It was too late. My super thick diapers were suddenly exposed to Tyler. I was so embarrassed! Tyler was surprised to see that I had the diapers on. "*You're* wearing the diapers?!" he said. "Yeah, I'll explain," I said. "I'll be right back." Mom then led me out to the front room and told me to say goodbye to all my cousins as well as my Aunt Arlene and my Uncle Alex. "Bye, diaper boy!" Ashley said as she left the house and took one last look at me. Amanda made sure to get several pictures of me in my diapers before she left. After they were gone I went back to my room. Tyler was sitting there in my desk chair. "So, why are you wearing the diapers?" he asked. "Is it part of your punishment or something?" "Yeah, it is," I said. "I'm not really sick, but I don't feel too well as it is. And I'm not grounded, but as long as I am in these diapers I might as well be. I can't put any pants on and go outside and play in the snow or go anywhere while I'm wearing these diapers!" "I can see why," Tyler said. "What are you wearing, *all* of them?" "Eight of them," I said. "I can hardly walk in them." "You were waddling quite a bit," Tyler said. "Look, just don't tell anyone about this, okay?" I said. "I don't know how long my mom's going to make me wear them, but if I don't see you until we go back to school, just understand why." "Hey, that's cool," Tyler said. "I was afraid you'd laugh at me for this," I said. "No way, man, that's what friends are for," Tyler said. "Well, you gotta admit that I probably look really stupid in these diapers, especially since they say "Poopemon" on the back!" Tyler suddenly became hesitant. He acted like he wanted to tell me something, but was afraid to. "Are you okay?" I asked Tyler. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replied. "I know, you're probably not comfortable seeing me having to wear diapers." "Well, that is it, sort of," Tyler said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. He hemmed and hawed for a little bit. "What is it?" I asked him. "Well, Allen. Look, I think this would be a good time for me to tell you something," he said. "Put you got to promise not to tell anyone!" "Well, as long as you don't tell anyone about me having to wear diapers, then it's a deal," I said. Tyler then began to speak. "Well, you see, uhh, when you asked me about those diapers, well, I was kind of hoping that you wouldn't take them," Tyler said. "Because, I, uhh, I like to wear them." "Really?" I asked him. "I know, call me weird, but since my little brother has been in diapers up until he stopped wetting, I've seen him in his diapers a lot. I've watched my Mom change him, and, I guess I'm jealous. I liked to watch my Mom wipe him up and stuff...sometimes I like to sneak them and put them on me and wear them to bed...now do you think I'm weird?" "I don't know," I said. "I'm just surprised." "Surprised that I like to wear diapers?" "That, and, well, what do you like about wearing diapers?" "Like I said, I like watching my Mom diaper Troy, and I wish that it was me she was diapering. I like to think about what it would feel like to use them, but I know that I would get caught, so I just have to wear them. I also like how they look, being all thick and white." "I guess they do kind of feel good, I must admit," I said. "And they kind of look, well, cute being all thick on my butt." I was smiling sheepishly. "Do you have a hard-on right now?" Tyler asked me. "Yeah," I admitted shyly. "I betcha it's the diapers that's doing it," Tyler said. Tyler and I continued to talk for awhile about his liking to wear diapers. This helped me to accept the fact that I was stuck wearing them, at least through the rest of tonight. I needed to pee but I had a hard time doing with Tyler around. "Well, I'd better get back home soon," Tyler said. I thanked Tyler for not making fun of me for wearing diapers. He thanked me for not thinking he was too weird for wanting to wear diapers. He left my bedroom and said he would bring some of his new games over with him tomorrow. After he left I peed and pooped into the diapers. Mom took them off of me before going to bed that night and told me that she'd let me wear regular clothes tomorrow as long as I made good on my promise to buy Mark a Pokemon watch. Even though the diapers were getting to feeling pretty good, I didn't want to spend another whole day wearing them. I asked Mom what she was going to do with the diapers. "Probably just throw them out, why?" Mom asked. "Just curious," I said. "Just seems wasteful to me." "I agree, but we have no use for them now that I think you have learned your lesson," my Mom said. After she had me out of the diapers she put them in a bucket and carried them out of the room. As I lay there in bed that night I couldn't sleep. As much as I hated to admit it, I didn't want Mom to throw those diapers out. I waited until long after Mom and Dad had gone to bed and would likely be asleep, so I sneaked out to the garage in hopes of finding them. There they were, unwashed and covered with my poop and soaked with my pee, piled on top of the turkey carcass and other entrails which were left behind from the Christmas dinner. The plastic pants were there, too. The diaper pins had fallen down deeper into the trash and there was no way I was going to go digging for them. I figured I could get some tomorrow while I was out getting Mark's Pokemon watch as I had promised. I wasn't sure what to do with them once I had them out of the trash. I couldn't bring them back in the house and stink everything up. I figured for now I'd bury them in the snow outside and then retrieve them in the morning after Mom and Dad left for work. I went to bed that night actually wishing that I had still been wearing those diapers. I got out of bed again and went to my underwear drawer and put as many pairs on as I could fit, about a dozen of them or so. It wasn't nearly as thick as those eight diapers, but it was a start. The next morning came. Mom and Dad were already gone when I got up. I went outside with a plastic garbage bag and located where I had hidden the diapers in the snow. They were frozen stiff with ice and snow all around them. I dropped them in the bag and carried them back into the house. I sneaked them into the wash room without Mark noticing. I then ran them through the wash and then the dryer. Once the diapers were dried I carried them back to my bedroom and hid them in my bottom drawer. Later in the day after Tyler had come over with his brother Troy we all walked down to the corner and caught the city bus and rode it to the mall. Mark had to come with us since I couldn't leave him at home. We went to Toys R' Us since I knew I could get Mark's watch there as well as the diaper pins. I had Tyler keep Mark and Troy occupied while I picked up the diaper pins and paid for them along with the watch. I also bought some baby powder, which Tyler advised me to do if I was going to do any serious diaper- wearing, so I needed his advice. I couldn't believe that yesterday the last thing I wanted to do was wear diapers. On one day's time I realized how much I wanted to wear them now. Tyler and Troy went home for the afternoon. I asked Mom if Tyler could come over for a sleepover later on. Mom said that he could. Mom admitted that she regretted making me wear diapers during Christmas in front of my cousins and allowing them to change me. I didn't tell Mom this, but perhaps it was the best "present" she ever gave me, even though it certainly was not intended to be a present to punish me. I wanted Tyler to be there and wear diapers with me that night, so I was getting excited about having him come over. He brought over his own supply of diapers and pins. After we went to bed we diapered each other, using eight diapers each. Tyler looked so cute in his diapers. I really liked how they made his butt stick out so much. Tyler was so happy that he had me as his best friend to share his love for diapers with. As we lay together in my bed that night we felt each other's diapers and rubbed them, keeping our dicks hard. Neither of us was old enough to ejaculate yet, but it still felt good. We both peed and pooped in them before going to sleep that night. The next morning we washed and dried our diapers and we aired out my bedroom so the odors wouldn't give our diaper activities away. This activity continued during our sleepovers over the next month or so. I had gotten used to peeing and pooping in my diapers while Tyler was there or while I was at his house. Pretty soon I couldn't just wear my diapers to bed and not also use them, so I started peeing in them at night (pooping would have been too much of a giveaway). I had to ration my diapers and only wear three or four at a time until I could get some more diapers somehow. This kept up for only a few nights before Mom caught me when she smelled the pee odors. "Allen, I need to talk to you about something," my Mom said as she confronted me after school one day. I was so nervous. Report cards were due to arrive soon and I wasn't sure if I made at least Cs in a couple of classes, so at first this was what I thought it was that Mom wanted to talk to me about. "I've been trying to bring that history grade up," I told my Mom. "And I should get a C in reading." "That's not what I need to talk to about," Mom said. She then led me out to the laundry room and showed me the diapers she had found. They were all folded up and washed, sitting there stacked up on top of the dryer. "I see that you didn't want to part with those diapers," she said as she pointed to them. "And I could see that you were using them, too." I wasn't sure what to say and I thought that my Mom was going to let me have it. "Can you tell me why you wanted to keep them?" Mom asked me. It wasn't easy for me to tell Mom that I liked how they looked and felt and that I liked to use them. "Use them, as in, pee in them?" "Yeah," I said. "How about pooping in them?" Mom asked me very bluntly. "I haven't done that with them. I knew it would smell too much and be too hard to hide." A moment of silence passed as Mom and I looked at each other, though I looked at the floor more than I looked at Mom. I had to break the silence, and I had a feeling Mom was waiting for me to say something. "You're not mad, are you?" I asked Mom. "No, I'm not mad, but I am surprised," Mom said. "I knew you hated wearing those diapers last Christmas and wanted me to get them off of you. I knew that it had to be embarrassing having your girl cousins see you wearing those diapers and changing you. To be honest, I felt guilty about it and wished that I had done it differently. But now I am glad that what I did didn't seem to bother you, or did it?" "Well, uhh, yeah, it was embarrassing, but I kinda liked it, too, being in diapers in front of the girls like that. I don't know why." "Well, if I threw these diapers out, would you go digging for them again?" Mom asked me. I couldn't possibly lie to her and tell her that I wouldn't, because I would. I said, "yeah, probably." With this, Mom picked up the stack of diapers and handed them to me. She didn't say anything when she handed me the diapers. "What's this?" I asked my Mom. "I don't see any point in throwing them out, so I'm letting you keep them since you want to wear them." "Are you sure?" I asked Mom, surprised at her unexpectedly leniency. "I had to think about it awhile, Allen, and I decided that as long as you keep yourself clean and wash them yourself, I don't have a problem with it." I was pleased to hear that Mom approved of me wearing diapers at least to this point. I asked her if I had to wear pants over them since the way I liked to wear them, my pants wouldn't fit. "You may just have to wear them at night while you're in bed," Mom said. I could handle this, even though I wanted to wear them all the time. It sounded like a fair compromise. "Does Dad know yet?" I asked my Mom. "No, and I'm not sure how he would react if he did." "What about Mark?" "He hasn't said anything, but you have to consider him as well." I took the diapers into my room and put them in the drawer along with the ones that were still clean. At night I put them on and wet in them. Since Mom knew that I was wearing them anyway, I decided that I could now get away with pooping in them. I told Tyler about this the next day and he was excited to hear about this. I kept wearing diapers to bed for the next few months, having kept it a secret from Mark and my Dad. One night in the middle of March we had an early spring thunderstorm. The thunder and lightning scared Mark, so he came into my room that night and crawled right into my bed. "Come on, Mark, you're safe inside the house, the lighting isn't going to get you," I told him. I didn't want him in my bed because he'd find out about my diapers. It didn't help matters that I had just taken a fresh dump in them. I tried to convince Mark that he was safe and he needed to get over his fear of storms, but as the storm intensified he refused to move. "Okay, fine, you can stay, but you have to stay on your side of the bed," I insisted. With this I moved as far over to the other side as I could so that Mark wouldn't brush up against my diapers. About five minutes later he asked me, "What's that smell?" "Nothing," I said. "It stinks," Mark said. "Okay, I farted, all right?" I said. "It's smelled like that since I came in here, and that's been ten minutes." "I've got gas," I told him. It wasn't necessarily a lie since I did have a minor case of the toots that night. "If you want to share the bed with me, you'll have to tolerate the smell." "It smells like poop," Mark said. "Farts smell different." "How would you know?" I asked Mark. "Do you study these things?" "I just know they smell different," Mark said. Just as he got settled down a really loud clap of thunder shook the house. This scared Mark and he scooted closer to me, grabbing onto my shoulders. "Let go of me!" I told him. I felt his hands touching my butt where he could feel my diapers. "What's this?" Mark asked. "My butt," I said. "Don't touch me there." "What are you wearing?" he asked. "Underwear, like I always do." "Must be some underwear," Mark said. "It feels so thick, and it's plastic." I took a deep sigh and told Mark about me wearing diapers. He laughed when I confessed to this and he laughed even more when I turned on the light to let him see. His laughing subsided, though, when he found out that I had pooped in them. My poopy diapers were enough to get him to go back to his own bed. The storm had died down by then anyway. Apparently Mark told my Dad about me wearing diapers since the next night after he got home from work he talked to me about wearing the diapers. He objected at first, but then my Mom explained that I had been wearing diapers to bed for the last few weeks. Dad was slow to accept it, but like Mom, he figured as long as I was responsible for the diapers and my hygiene it wouldn't be a problem. I continued to limit my diaper-wearing to bedtime, but on weekends when I usually stayed in my underwear until noon I did this while in diapers. Dad learned that Tyler liked to wear diapers, too and eventually accepted it. Easter Sunday arrived a couple weeks later. I often thought about my girl cousins seeing me in my diapers and was hoping that they'd get to see me wearing them and perhaps even change me. At first they were told that I don't wear diapers when Ashley asked my Mom if I was still wearing diapers. Later on, after we finished dinner the girls were told to take the boys into my room to change their diapers. I was pleased to see that Adam and Anthony were still in diapers and that a lot of the time this was all they wore at home. I couldn't resist telling the girls that I still wore diapers to bed. Of course they asked me if they could diaper me, so with some hesitation I let Ashley and Amanda take my pants off and put me in my diapers. They did a better job getting the diapers on tighter than I could ever do myself. Of course this forced me to have to go before my Aunt Arlene and Uncle Alex in my diapers. At this, they mentioned that Adam and Anthony were being kept in diapers and were used to seeing it. They added that at home the boys are put into much thicker cloth diapers and never wear pants anymore unless they leave the house. Since then, the boys were brought over to our house in only their diapers on Mother's Day, then on Father's Day. I stopped wearing pants at home completely, which was most of the time since it was summer and I was out of school. The girls enjoyed seeing me, their big boy cousin in diapers just like their brothers each time they came over for some family gathering. Mark was now the only boy in the family who didn't wear diapers, but that didn't last long. July 4th was the day I came back home from the fireworks stand with my arms full of fireworks. I didn't think about it much when Mark didn't want to come with me to get fireworks. He must have thought that I'd be gone longer since when I got home I caught him in my room trying on one of my diapers. He freaked out when I saw him standing there with his pants and underwear off trying to pin the diaper on. "It's okay," I said. I helped him get his diaper on. I added three more diapers to the one he had already gotten out. While doing this Mom came to my room to see which fireworks I picked up. When she saw me diapering Mark, she just sighed and said, "boys, I should have expected it." Mark and I never wore any pants or used the toilet for the rest of the summer. It's now been a year since that Christmas I got put into those diapers, and now I have to wear them since I have lost all bladder and bowel control, as has Tyler. Mark is likely due to lose his in a few months. I was quite pleased to see that Mom had gotten Mark and I some more diapers for Christmas this year, among other things. I should have known when Mom decided to wrap the diapers in Pokemon gift-wrap.