SANTA'S HELPER
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	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.

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