WEEKEND AT JASON'S HOUSE
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	The time I spent at Jason's house one weekend changed my life 
forever as the events that occurred then led to me spending every day 
since then in diapers. It all started when I got to know a kid named 
Jason, who had moved into my school during my fourth grade year. He 
seemed to be very quiet and unapproachable at first. He didn't talk to a 
lot of people, and neither did I. I didn't really have any friends of my 
own and I judged that Jason was probably in just as much of a need of 
friendship as I was. It took awhile to break the ice with him, but after 
we got to talking, he turned out to be a pretty decent kid. I was the 
first friend he had in the same grade. He usually hung out with the 
first- and second-grade kids at school.
	He and I shared many of the same interests and we did a lot of 
things at school, and sometimes I would invite him over for an 
afternoon. He did act quite immature, however, even for a fourth-grader, 
and he liked playing with some of my older toys that I hadn't touched in 
years, taking a preference to these over some of my current playthings. 
His clothes made him look like he was a toddler wearing overalls and a 
bold-striped shirt.
	One thing we had never done was have an overnight stay together. I 
had asked Jason on a number of occasions if we could do this, but he 
never wanted me to come over to his house and he declined my offers to 
let him stay at my house. He told me that his mother would not let him 
have overnight guests and he was likewise not allowed to go to 
sleepovers. I never even went to his house at all until recently, and 
even then he would not let me see his bedroom. I sensed that there was 
something about him that he did not want me to know. While I respected 
his privacy, it was killing me to feel so curious about what his big 
secret was.
	It was the first weekend of the summer after school got out when 
Jason and I got to talking about typical boy's stuff which somehow led 
us back into the topic of sleepovers. We were sitting in my bedroom and 
passing the afternoon, talking about what to do the following summer. 
Suddenly Jason froze up and became really nervous. He was deeply 
entrenched in a thought and I wondered what he was doing. After sitting 
silently for a moment, he said, "okay, Dennis, I think we've known each 
other long enough that I think I can trust you."
	"Sure," I said. "I trust you. too."
	"Well, I gotta really, really, really trust you on this one!" he 
said very emphatically.
	"Tell me!" I said. Maybe he was going to reveal to me his big 
secret and my curiosity would be satisfied once and for all.
	"You gotta promise that you will not laugh!" Jason said.
	"I promise!"
	We went through the "cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die" routine 
before he finally got up the nerve to tell me his big secret. I was 
ready and waiting. He was slow to get it out and he was trembling like a 
leaf on a tree. "I can't believe I'm about to tell you this," he 
stammered.
	"Just tell me, okay?"
	"Maybe I'll just show you instead," he said. He then stood up and 
unfastened his overalls. When he pulled them down I saw that he was 
wearing a diaper and plastic pants! I had suspected that he was wearing 
diapers as I often heard a telltale crinkling sound when he walked and 
there was always a bulge around his waist. Every now and then I could 
smell a suspicious odor, as if he had crapped his pants. I thought for a 
moment and it occurred to me that I had never seen Jason go into the any 
of the bathrooms at school.
	"I have to wear these," he said nervously as he started to re-
fasten his overalls. He was careful to avoid actually saying that they 
were diapers and just referred to them as "these."
	"Now Dennis, promise me again that you won't tell anybody," Jason 
reiterated.
	"I promise!" I said. "I'm just wondering why you wear them," I 
said.
	"I can't use the toilet," he said humbly. "My mom makes me wear 
these so I don't have an accident. I just thought you should know why I 
don't go to sleepovers and why I don't invite anybody over for them."
	"It doesn't bother me that you wear them," I said. "It's not a lot 
different than underwear, just a little thicker. I'm sure nobody in my 
family will notice it if you come over for a night."
	"I probably can't go over there, but if I can trust you not to 
ever tell anyone, I'll let you stay at my house this weekend."
	"I would, but I'm supposed to go camping with my family. Maybe I 
can talk my way out of it. I don't really wanna go. Last year it rained, 
and then I got stung by a bunch of yellow jackets."
	"It's okay," he said. "Go ahead and go with your family. We got 
all summer to do this, you know. Besides, my two sisters will drive you 
crazy," he said.
	"I have a sister, and she's as bad as two, so I'm used to it," I 
remarked.
	"Okay," he said. "Since I can trust you to keep quiet about what I 
wear, I'll ask my Mom if you can stay."
	I was hoping his mother would let me stay over. I would do 
anything to get out of that camping trip. When Jason hung up the phone 
and said that I could stay over I felt very excited. The only thing I 
needed to do now was to resolve the conflict with going with my parents 
on our first camping excursion of the year. When I told Mom about Jason 
inviting me over, she said, "we're going camping this weekend! You knew 
that!"
	"Yes, but this will be the first time he's had anyone stay over! 
He wants me to come over!"
	"You have all summer, Dennis. Why this weekend?"
	"He really, really wants me to come over! Can I go? Can I go?"
	Mom paused for a moment and sighed. She then said, "you realize 
that you'll have to stay there the whole time we're gone. I don't want 
you at this house alone."
	"Does that mean 'yes?'" I asked, feeling very excited now.
	"It's your decision, Dennis. We won't always get to do things like 
this as a family, you know."
	"I'll go camping with you next time! I promise!"
	"Fine, Dennis, fine. If you really have to go to Jason's, then I 
suppose I'd better let you go. Otherwise, we'll just all have to listen 
to you whine about it the whole time!"
	I felt guilty about opting to go to Jason's house instead of 
camping with my family and I almost changed my mind, but Jason had 
already gotten approval from his end and I didn't want to let him down 
just as I earned his trust.
	While my family was on their way out of town, I was dropped off at 
Jason's house with a bag full of clothes and a sleeping bag that Mom had 
originally packed for the camping trip. Instead I would be using them 
while staying at Jason's house. My Mom told me that they would be back 
by Sunday evening if not sooner.
	When I went inside Jason's house I saw him lounging around in his 
diapers, and he was wearing them much thicker than what I had seen when 
he showed me his diapers underneath his pants back at my house. His two 
sisters were also there, as was his mother. His father did not live with 
the family as Jason's parents were divorced. Jennifer was the oldest of 
the three children. She was going into the eighth grade next fall. Laura 
was next in line and she was headed for the sixth grade, same as my 
sister Renee. Jason was the only one in diapers, though he was also 
wearing socks and a T-shirt. His two sisters were both wearing tight 
blue jeans. Jennifer had long, straight black hair and stood tall. Laura 
was about my height and she had straight, long blonde hair.
	"Hi Dennis," Laura said as she came up to me.
	"How are you, Dennis?" Jennifer said to me. "I'm Jennifer, and 
this is Laura."
	"Hi," I said. I tried not to look at Jason too long, but I 
couldn't help but to notice that he was diapered, and diapered he was! I 
was getting hard as I stared at all the thick, wide folds of white cloth 
in his crotch, enshrouded in plastic pants. His sisters noticed that my 
attention was drawn to Jason's state of dress.
	"I hope you don't mind that Jason's in his diapers," Jennifer told 
me.
	"No, it doesn't bother me at all," I said.
	"Jason always goes around in his diapers," Laura said. "It's not 
like we don't know that he wears them, so there's no reason for him to 
hide them from us."
	"And his pants would never fit over them, either," Jennifer said. 
"He likes to wear several diapers at a time."
	I began to think of what Jason felt like by being the only boy in 
his family and also being the only one who had to wear diapers. To me, 
this would have been a highly embarrassing situation. I didn't mind 
wearing my underwear in front of my sister, but I could never do the 
same thing in diapers.
	Jason's mother was going to leave us all alone for the evening. 
She had called for a pizza and soda delivery for us to have for dinner 
since she was going to go out with her boyfriend tonight.
	"Well kids," the mother said. "I'm going to be out late tonight, I 
trust you girls will take care of the boys while I'm gone."
	"Don't worry Mom, we can handle it," Jennifer assured her mother.
	"Can you handle two of them?"
	"No problem!" Laura said confidently. "We girls can handle 
anything!"
	"Okay, have fun, and don't stay up too late," their mother said as 
she left.
	Jason then got up and led me into his bedroom. I stared at his 
diapered butt as I followed him. I tried to see how many diapers he had 
on, God, they were stacked on him so thickly! He had the door closed and 
stopped before we entered.
	"Are you ready for another surprise?" he asked me. I didn't think 
much of it and assumed it would look like any other boy's bedroom, but 
when I went into his bedroom I was very surprised to see what was in 
there. Instead of a bed, he had a large crib! The walls were decorated 
in teddy bear wallpaper and as far as toys went, Jason had a bunch of 
toddler toys and teddy bears. His room looked more like a nursery. It 
smelled of baby powder and there was also a hint of pee and poop odor 
laced in the air.
	Jason had gotten out his Fisher Price sets and spread them out on 
the floor. I remembered playing with some of these toys when I was 
little and I never thought I would play with them again, but here I was, 
trying to accept Jason's strange, babyish behavior, pushing cars around 
and moving the people around just like the way I played with them 
before. Some memories of my early childhood were returning to me.
	While we were sitting across from each other I couldn't help but 
to look at the way Jason's diapers looked on him. As he was sitting 
across from me with his legs open I could see his crotch padded up with 
several thick, wide strips of cotton layers bunched together. The 
diapers covered up his stomach and were entirely exposed because of the 
short shirt he was wearing. Never had I seen a ten-year-old boy like 
this!
	 Jennifer and Laura later came marching into the bedroom and told 
Jason that it was time for him to get his diapers changed.
	"You let your sisters change you?" I asked him.
	"Every day, whenever Mom's not around," Jason said without 
complaint.
	"We're used to it," Jennifer said. "He's never been toilet 
trained, in case he didn't tell you that. Mom gave up on him and decided 
to keep him in diapers, and so she has."
	I didn't think Jason would have been comfortable having me there 
in the room with him, nor did I feel that I could watch his sisters 
strip off his diapers and clean him up and re-diaper him. I started to 
leave the room to respect Jason's privacy, but as I got up, Laura held 
me down by my shoulder and told me to stay since it didn't bother Jason 
for others to watch him get diapered. I knew Jason didn't have any other 
friends, so I asked who the "others" were.
	"My friends, Jennifer's friends," Laura said. "His cousins Doug 
and Mindy. Doug wears diapers, too, when he comes over, He says he likes 
to wear them."
	"And don't forget all the boys we baby-sit, too," Jennifer added.
	I sat there and tried to keep a straight face as I watched his two 
older sisters coordinate their efforts. They each performed separate 
jobs to get Jason diapered up. Laura was busy folding several diapers 
together while Jennifer dealt with the messy job of cleaning up Jason. 
Laura then got up to grab the powder and the overflowing container of 
safety pins. She handed these along with what looked like four thick 
diapers stacked atop one another to Jennifer. Laura then picked up 
Jason's wet and soiled diapers and carried them out of the room in a 
plastic pail. She returned later and went to the dresser, where she 
pulled out two pairs of plastic pants. As I watched Laura unfold the 
plastic pants I could not believe how big they were! Nor could I believe 
that Jason was going to be wearing *eight* of those thick diapers 
together. It seemed to be quite excessive.
	My attention returned to Jennifer as she was busy pinning up one 
side of Jason's diapers. They bulged out so much from his crotch! I 
didn't think anyone could ever wear diapers so thick like his! The side 
of his diaper was held very tightly together by a row of six evenly-
spaced safety pins that ran up the high rise of his diapers. She was 
busy doing the same thing on the other side, using these extra large, 
long pins that looked like they were designed to accommodate such thick 
diapers as the ones Jason wore.
	When Jennifer was done pinning up the diapers, she had Jason stand 
up so she could put his plastic pants on. As he stood up he turned his 
rear to me. All I could see was this huge mass of white cotton bundled 
around his butt. Several creases from his rear converged towards his 
crotch, indicating that his diapers were on very tight. Laura pulled up 
one pair of plastic pants over the bulging pack of cloth. She tucked the 
diapers in at the top of the plastic pants and then let Jennifer put the 
second pair on over these. All along, Jason did not mind this and he 
seemed to even be enjoying it. His sisters looked like they were having 
fun putting diapers on their brother as well.
	"He likes his diapers thick," Laura said to me. "So we like to put 
lots of diapers on him," she smiled.
	Laura looked at me and saw that I was watching very attentively as 
Jason was getting wrapped up in diapers. I looked at her briefly, and 
then she said to me, "okay, Dennis, you're next!"
	"I'm next?" I asked. "With what?"
	"We're gonna diaper you, too!" she said gleefully.
	"Me?"
	"Of course! Don't you wanna be diapered, too?"
	My mouth dropped as I couldn't believe she asked me this. I was 
too stunned to say "no." Actually, watching his sisters put diapers on 
Jason was very arousing in a strange way. In spite of this, I chickened 
out and told her, "no, I don't wear them."
	"Too bad, we're going to make you wear diapers anyway," Jennifer 
said. "I think Jason would feel better if you did, that way he's not the 
only one in diapers around here."
	"Well, I..." I started, but I was so nervous and I felt 
overwhelmed by what was happening. I was getting excited about the 
thought of getting diapers put on me and I couldn't tear myself away 
from this strange thought. I felt my body turn weak. I certainly was not 
expecting this to happen when I came over.
	"I can tell he wants to wear diapers," Jennifer said to Laura. She 
pointed to the tent in the front of my pants.
	"Let's diaper his butt!" Laura said joyfully.
	"Wait! Why...I don't..."
	"Look, Dennis, we girls are in charge here, and if we want you to 
wear diapers, then you will! Or, you can go home."
	"Uh, I can't," I said. "My house is locked and I can't get in 
until my family gets back."
	"Very well, it looks like you're stuck here until then," Laura 
said wearing a satisfied smirk on her face.
	I knew there was no turning back no matter how much I argued. 
Since I had already arranged to stay here and Mom didn't want me going 
back home I had no choice but to allow Jason's sisters to do as they 
pleased. The girls were determined to diaper me just like their brother. 
Laura was already busy folding together another set of eight diapers. 
She turned to me, showing me the big stack of diapers and said, "these 
are *all* for you, Dennis!"
	"Take your pants off," Jennifer told me. I had never undressed in 
front of a girl, and only in front of my sister Renee did I let a girl 
see me in my underwear. Now Jason's sisters were going to put me in and 
see me in "underwear" like I had never worn before.
	I didn't mind taking my pants off so much as I did having to pull 
my underwear down. My erect penis was already showing in the fly of my 
underpants. Jennifer stood patiently as she waited for me to pull them 
down. She started to reach for the waistband when I decided to remove 
them myself. I had on a pair that showed visible signs of poor wiping 
with fresh skid marks in them. Jennifer noted this and suggested that I 
might as well have diapers on if I can't keep my underwear clean.
	Soon I was being taken through the same steps that Jason went 
through. Laura folded up my jeans and my underwear and carried them out 
of the room. I wish I had known where she placed them. Jennifer told me 
to sit down on the diapers, and so I did. I looked at my hard penis and 
then looked up at Jennifer.
	"Don't be embarrassed," Jennifer tried to assure me. "I've seen 
Jason like this every day, and he's no different from you or any other 
boy who gets diapered. It's expected."
	I lay there, shaking nervously as I thought about the fact that I 
was being diapered! She gave me a generous sprinkling of powder and 
spread it around my crotch, the sensation of which only helped to 
increase my erection even more. I then felt Jennifer pull the diapers up 
over my stomach and wrap them over my rear end. The layers were packed 
so tightly into my crotch and I could feel the layers underneath me as I 
lay there and counted each pin Jennifer stuck into my diapers. Just like 
Jason, my diapers were tightly supported by six pins fastened on each 
side. Since I was smaller than Jason, his diapers went up even higher on 
me than they did on him.
	Each of the girls took turns pulling a pair of plastic pants on me 
and made sure they covered up my diapers. At this point I thought I was 
done, but then Laura started tucking my shirt inside my diapers and 
explained that the diapers should be showing in their entirety. Besides 
making my diapers to be fully exposed, there was another reason for 
tucking my shirt inside my diapers.
	"In case you change your mind about this, it's too late," Jennifer 
said. "You'd better get used to wearing these diapers because we'll keep 
you in them all weekend long, too, like we do for Jason."
	After she said that, she started sticking safety pins in my shirt 
and then into the diapers. She and Laura went around me and used most of 
the pins that were in the box. They must have used at least a dozen of 
them along my rear end where I couldn't reach them. There were four more 
in each side and another eight along the front. I was then given a firm 
pat on the butt as Laura said, "there, you'll all nice and diapered up 
for the evening!" She and her sister then left the room.
	"I'm so embarrassed!" I said as I looked down at the enormous 
bunch of diapers all around me. They bulged out so much from the front 
that I could not even see my feet.
	"I can't believe they're making me do this!" I said to Jason.
	"You didn't seem to mind having my sisters put diapers on you," 
Jason remarked.
	"I'm stuck here, Jason. My house is locked and I can't get in 
because my family is gone camping, so I really didn't have a choice. I 
just hope nobody ever finds out about this!"
	"Admit it, Dennis, they feel good, don't they?"
	"Well, uh, yeah, I guess they do, I even got a stiffie."
	"Then get used to them. My sisters will keep you diapered all 
weekend."
	"Will they take me out of them before my parents pick me up?"
	"That depends, they decide when to take them off you."
	I sighed as I worried about my family coming back from their 
camping trip and seeing me all diapered up. I wouldn't be able to 
explain it to them. I could only imagine the things Renee would say 
about this to me and to her friends.
	"Why all this diaper and baby stuff?" I asked.
	"It's just how I'm treated," Jason answered. "My Mom raised me as 
a little boy and kept me in diapers because I didn't want to be toilet 
trained. I was about to be five years old, and my Mom told me that if I 
didn't start using the toilet by then she would start making me wear 
diapers for the rest of my life and treat me like a baby again. I 
thought she was kidding, but she meant it. Now my bladder and bowels are 
too weak and I've lost control of them from being in diapers so long."
	Jason added in his explanation that his two sisters really enjoyed 
diapering him and babying him and that they were really looking forward 
to putting me in diapers when I came over. They did the same thing for 
all the boys in the neighborhood that they volunteered to baby-sat, 
whether the boys liked it or not.
	"My Mom taught my sisters to diaper me and they liked it because 
it makes them feel like they're in charge," Jason said, "and they are, 
so I'd just go along with it if I were you."
	I heard the pizza delivery man ring the doorbell, but I stayed in 
Jason's bedroom with him since I didn't want anyone else to see me in 
diapers. After it sounded like he left Jason and I went out to get some 
pizza. It smelled good and I was really hungry.
	As I walked out to the living room I felt just how thick my 
diapers were wedged into my crotch. I couldn't bring my legs together 
and I was even forced to keep them farther apart than normal. As much as 
I couldn't admit it, the diapers felt good to wear as the tight and 
thick layers over my front kept my little penis stiff. My genitals were 
pressed toward my stomach by the wall of diapers over them.
	I walked by a mirror in the hallway and stopped to see just what I 
looked like in diapers. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at 
my heavily padded butt and I envisioned myself as a little toddler boy. 
As I walked by the bathroom I noticed the door was closed since someone 
was using it. A sign that read "GIRL'S RESTROOM" was tacked on the door, 
like the signs used on the restroom doors at school, complete with an 
icon of a girl figure with a dress. Obviously this was meant to indicate 
that Jason, being the only boy that lived in the house, was excluded 
from using the bathroom. Likewise, it excluded me, too.
	I got out to the living room and then I proceeded to go into the 
kitchen to get some of that wonderful smelling pizza. Before I could get 
to it Jennifer stopped me and said I would have wait until Jason's was 
fed his pizza from his high chair to eat.
	"Why?" I asked. "Can't I eat now?"
	"No, since Jason's high chair can only hold one of you."
	"Okay, so..." I said, wondering what the girls were doing.
	"When Jason is done eating, you'll sit in his chair and one of us 
will feed you."
	The diapers I could tolerate somewhat, but I didn't think it was 
necessary that I be fed from-- for God's sake-- a high chair! I asked 
the girls, "Why?"
	"Because you're a little baby boy like Jason, so you'll have to be 
fed by Laura or me."
	"But I can eat it just fine by myself!" I protested.
	"You're not feeding yourself, little boy," Jennifer said as she 
held the pizza box high above her head. Laura had returned from the 
bathroom and walked by me. As I looked at her she said, "that's right, 
you're in diapers, you're a little boy, and you will be treated like a 
little boy. You just sit there and wait or you won't get anything to eat 
at all!"
	While I stood there I watched Laura get Jason and put him into an 
oversized high chair in the kitchen and latch its tray over his lap. She 
then tied a bib around his neck and brought a couple slices of pizza 
over to his high chair. She then pulled up a chair and sat across from 
her brother as she began serving his pizza to him by cutting it into 
small pieces and fork-feeding it to him!
	"I'm feeding you when Laura finishes with Jason," Jennifer said to 
me. Meanwhile, Jennifer scarfed down a couple slices of the pizza while 
I watched. When Jason was finished being fed he was given a baby bottle 
filled with milk. He ran off into the living room and sat down. I was 
then taken over to the high chair and told to sit in it.
	"I don't need this!" I said.
	"You'd better behave, Dennis, because this is all you get 
tonight," Jennifer said.
	"I don't know about Jason, but I'm a normal ten-year-old boy and 
I'd like to be treated as one," I demanded.
	"This *is* how we treat ten-year-old boys," Jennifer stated. "Now 
get your butt into that high chair or we won't take your diapers off 
when you need to be changed."
	I realized that I was losing this fight as well, so I got up in 
the chair and got the bib tied around my neck. Jennifer began feeding me 
my pizza in small cut pieces that were forked into my mouth. I felt 
silly being fed this way and hoped that nobody would ever find out about 
this whole experience. It was early in the evening and I knew there 
would probably be more to come before it was all over. When Jennifer 
finished with me she wiped off my face and removed the bib. I was let 
out of the high chair and given a bottle of milk like Jason's. I held it 
for a moment and examined it.
	"Well, drink it!" Laura said. I took the bottle with me out to the 
front room where Jason was sitting. I sat next to him as I stuck the 
nipple in my mouth and reluctantly began sucking on it and extracting 
its contents. Jason was still busy nursing on his bottle just like he 
was a baby.
	After everyone was seated in the living room the movie was 
started. The two girls sat on the couch and Jason and I sat on the floor 
in front of them. Since we couldn't keep our legs closed we couldn't sit 
comfortably on the couch along with the two girls. The movie we watched 
was a recent Disney release, suitable for two "little boys" like Jason 
and me were being treated.
	I was sure to be wetting in my diapers soon, and since Jason had a 
bladder weakened by permanent diapering, I imagined that his diapers 
were already wet. I tried to look down at Jason's bulging crotch to see 
if he had wet, but because of dim lighting and that his diapers were so 
thick I couldn't see any signs of wetness.
	About an hour later I peed into my diapers. I felt the need to pee 
for a long time, and I would have just gotten up and gone into the 
bathroom, but I had so much diapering on me with lots of pins keeping it 
tightly fastened that I felt like I was locked into the diapers.
	I felt funny about wetting myself while out in the open and in the 
presence of others. I felt the warm liquid splash around in what little 
space there was between my genitals and the tight diapers. The diapers 
slurped up all of my piss and were ready to take lots more. I took a 
look down at the rows of safety pins lining on each side of my diapers 
along with those fastened through my shirt and the diapers and I knew 
that the girls meant for these diapers to stay on me for a long while.
	When I saw each of the girls get up to use the bathroom throughout 
the movie I thought of how nice it was to just be sitting there in thick 
diapers and not have to miss the movie on account of nature's call, 
realizing that wearing diapers did have this advantage. I continued 
peeing into my diapers intermittently throughout the movie as my bladder 
was ready to release its contents, rather than let it fill up and 
release all at once like I would if I were having to use the toilet.
	Jason and I were sent to bed before the girls started the second 
movie. Jason and I had to go to bed because "it was too scary for little 
boys to watch." I was not a fan of horror movies myself, and while Jason 
wanted to stay up to watch it, his mother and his sisters refused to let 
him. Jennifer then escorted Jason to his bedroom and Laura followed 
behind by making me hold her hand while she walked me to the bedroom.
	I watched Jennifer boost Jason into his crib high above the floor 
by pushing his diapered butt up into the crib as he crawled in. She 
checked his diapers and decided that he could make it through the night 
since he hadn't pooped in them yet. After Jason lay down Jennifer put 
the covers over him.
	I started to get my sleeping bag unrolled but then Laura stopped 
me. She said, "hold it, Dennis, what are you doing?"
	"I'm getting my sleeping bag ready," I explained.
	"Nope," Laura said. "That's not where little boys sleep."
	She then pulled me away from my sleeping bag with one side of it 
still tied and held in its rolled position. She led me toward the crib 
and gave me a boost into it. My diapers were so thick I couldn't even 
feel where Laura's hands were pressing up on my rear end. After she had 
me up in the crib she examined my diapers .Though they were wet, she 
assured me that I had a lot more diaper to pee in, and since I hadn't 
pooped yet, there was no immediate need to change them. She told me to 
lie down next to Jason so she could put the covers over me.
	The crib could barely fit two of us, so my body was right up next 
to Jason's as I lay there. I could feel our diapers pushing us apart at 
our butts, but our bare legs were pressed against each other as were our 
shoulders. Jason looked over at me and could tell that I felt very 
awkward to be treated this way. He reminded me to just go along with it 
and save myself from further trouble.
	Laura then pulled the gate up until it clicked loudly as the 
latches engaged. She left the light on as she exited the room. A few 
minutes later she returned with two baby bottles filled with milk and 
handed each of them to Jason and me. I held it for a second and wondered 
if I was expected to drink out of it.
	Laura then turned off the overhead light and turned on a soft 
light next to the bed. It was a lamp with a base in the shape of a teddy 
bear. She then pulled up a stool and sat down to read us a couple 
bedtime stories before turning off the light and kissing both of us 
goodnight.
	I asked Jason if this was how he expected his sisters to treat me.
	"I knew they'd put you in diapers, but I wasn't sure about all the 
other stuff," he said. "I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. This is 
one reason I told you that you couldn't come over, because I didn't 
think you would like the way my sisters would treat you."
	"It's okay, Jason," I assured him. "Actually, I love the diapers. 
I like how they look and how they feel."
	"Me, too, "Jason said. "I like looking at all the neighbor boys 
who come over here just to wear diapers, so it's okay to like diapers."
	"It sounds weird, but I feel like I want to wear them all the time 
now," I said. "I don't know how to explain it to my family."
	"Just come over here more often and you'll always be in diapers as 
long as my sisters get their way."
	"Could they at least let me feed myself?" I asked him.
	"Maybe, they just need to get to know you first, and if they 
decide that you would really rather not be fed, they'll let you eat on 
your own. The diapers will stay, though, not that you mind."
	"Yeah, seeing that your sisters like to diaper you up so much, I 
doubt they'd ever let me go without them."
	"You don't mind the crib, do you?" Jason asked me.
	"No, it's a little crammed, but I can get used to it."
	Jason and I talked about some other things and he told me about 
some of his experiences in diapers, which I enjoyed listening to. As he 
told me about such episodes as going around the supermarket in only his 
diapers when he was eight, I felt my dick get tingly. It was a weird 
feeling. I wasn't old enough to ejaculate, but I know I would have came 
in my diapers had my body been developed enough to do it. We eventually 
fell asleep.
	The next morning I woke up and I could feel that my diapers were 
even wetter. I was quite surprised to see that I had peed in my diapers 
overnight. I feared that I was instantly becoming a bedwetter just from 
wearing diapers for one night. I wanted to get out of the crib, but I 
was probably expected to stay in it until Laura or Jennifer came in to 
let us out of it.
	Jason rolled around and woke up just a few minutes later. He asked 
me, "So, how's your diaper?"
	"I'm wet, very wet," I said. "I must have peed in them overnight. 
I don't think I've ever wet in bed before, well, not since I was a 
baby."
	"Well, now you're a baby again, at least you're wearing diapers 
like a baby."
	Jason later sat up and then scooted his rear end forward. He then 
spread his legs apart and held them. I looked at the eight wide, thick 
strips of white cloth stacked over his crotch and his butt. He was 
pooping into his diapers as I could hear the discharge squishing along 
with a couple farts and a strong, foul smell. I was watching for a bulge 
to form, but his diapers were much too thick to show any visible signs 
of a bowel movement.
	"Have you pooped your diapers yet?" he asked me.
	"Not yet," I said.
	"You won't get changed until you do."
	I sat myself up and scooted my butt forward. I spread my legs 
apart like Jason did. I tried to push out what had built up in my 
system. I knew I needed to shit, but I couldn't get more than just a few 
pebble-like miniature turds to come out. I just could not shit at this 
time.
	Jennifer came into the room a few minutes later in a night gown 
and greeted us. "How did our two little ones sleep together last night?" 
she asked.
	She helped me out of the crib first and then she helped Jason. She 
escorted us out of the room and took us into the kitchen where Laura was 
ready to serve us breakfast. Jason was set into his oversized high chair 
and fed first. Jennifer sat down in front of Jason and spoon fed him a 
big bowl of oatmeal. Laura then took her turn with me and set me in the 
chair. At least I could sit in a regular chair, I thought. She pulled up 
a chair in front of me and started feeding me in the same way. I felt 
ridiculous, but I didn't argue about it now. The girls then gave us 
another bottle each with orange juice to drink while they sat at the 
table and ate their own breakfast. When Jason's Mom woke up and came out 
to the kitchen she looked at me in my diapers and just said, "so they 
got you in diapers?" I didn't say anything back. It was as if the mother 
had expected her daughters to diaper me.
	After the girls got dressed we were taken into the bedroom for 
diaper changes. Jennifer lay Jason down on the floor and began changing 
him. Laura examined my rear end to see if I had pooped yet. She even 
stuck her nose in there to smell me.
	"You haven't pooped yet," she said. "We don't change diapers 
around here unless you've pooped."
	Laura got up and returned a few minutes later with a laxative and 
told me to take it.
	"You'll need a diaper change soon enough, trust me," Laura said. 
"This will also help to initiate you in wearing diapers."
	Initiate? I wondered if there was some motive the girls had with 
putting me in diapers.
	I was kept in the same wet diapers that were put on me last night 
while Jason got his changed. Laura helped with getting the supplies out 
and hauling away the used diapers. The diapers were thoroughly plastered 
with shit and they stunk up the entire room. I didn't see how the girls 
could stand dealing with the sight and smell of such dirty diapers.
	I tried not to watch Jennifer clean up Jason's bum, but I couldn't 
help myself and I had to take a look. Jason looked like he was enjoying 
getting cleaned up as Jennifer wiped all the excess poop away from his 
balls. His penis was as stiff as could be as Jennifer wiped around it. 
It occurred to me then that since boys don't have a vagina they don't 
have to worry about getting fecal matter into it and were thus 
"anatomically advantaged" for pooping in diapers.
	Later in the day Jason and I were playing in his room. The little 
boy toys were starting to get old and I asked Jason if he had anything 
else for bigger boys.
	"This is all I've ever had," he said. "I have some more things to 
play with in the toy chest."
	It didn't take long for the laxative to take its effect. I was 
just sitting on the floor when I felt the need to poop. I was used to 
crossing my legs to hold back a bowel movement, but there was no point 
in holding it, for one thing, and my diapers were much too thick to 
allow me to tighten my buttocks. The laxative made my stools too loose 
to control, so within minutes my butt and crotch were completely covered 
in wet, slimy shit. The smell penetrated all the layers of thick cloth 
and it spread throughout the room.
	Laura checked on me again and saw that the laxative had taken its 
effect. I was making more and more of a mess of my diapers as I kept 
shitting out my guts, as it felt to me. I was amazed that I could 
produce so much poop as I felt it accumulate in my diapers with no place 
for it to go. My diapers were thick enough to conceal any visual 
indications of my huge bowel movement but the smell was incredible and 
obnoxious. The mess had flown up to my balls and started smothering my 
genitals. My entire backside was already covered in poop. It was a good 
thing for me to be wearing such high diapers since it felt like my mess 
was going to spill out of the top of them.
	Laura decided I was due for a diaper change. Jennifer joined her 
to assist with the duties. The two girls spent several minutes taking 
out all the pins out of the top of my diapers before they got to the 
ones holding them around my waist. Jennifer was busy folding the diapers 
this time while Laura got the job of changing me. She pulled the diapers 
away from my sticky bum and commented on how much I had pooped and peed 
into them. I was about to gag on the odor, but Laura was apparently 
accustomed to it since she didn't show any signs of disgust or 
repulsion. She just dutifully wiped away the matter and eventually got 
my ass and my crotch cleaned up. A pile of several shit-covered rags lay 
sitting in the bucket along with my heavily soiled diapers.
	Jennifer returned to the changing area on the floor and this time 
she had prepared another thick stack of eight diapers. It looked like I 
was heavily powdered and then even more heavily diapered and pinned up. 
Since my shirt from last night became wet and soiled from being tucked 
into my diapers I was put into a clean shirt, which was the only piece 
of clothing that had been taken out of my bag since last night. Another 
shirt and some changes of socks and underwear remained unused as did my 
swimming trunks. My shirt was tucked into the diapers and safety pins 
were used again to fasten them together. I was then put into double 
plastic pants and then dismissed to go play with Jason in the back yard. 
He had a large dirt pile out back where he liked to push some of his toy 
trucks and cars around.
	The laxative was still making me poop, though smaller amounts were 
being produced now. Still, it was enough to turn the short-lived clean, 
dry feeling of my diapers into a gooey mess that I would have to endure 
for the next several hours. Jennifer and Laura came out later to play 
with us. They took pictures and home video of Jason and me playing in 
our diapers.
	Later on, after my diaper had been used a couple more times, Jason 
and I were taken into the house to be fed our lunch. This time I was in 
the high chair so I could get a chance to have it used on me while Jason 
sat in the makeshift high chair arrangement.
	"We ought to get another high chair," Jennifer said as she fed 
Jason. Laura fed me again as she dished macaroni and cheese into my 
mouth. Jason and I were then each given another bottle of milk 
afterwards while the girls sat at the table and ate the rest of the 
macaroni.
	Later on the girls decided to invite their friends over for the 
afternoon. Some of Laura's friends recognized me from school and 
commented on how cute I looked in diapers. One of the girls, who lived 
next door to Jason, brought along her eight-year-old brother who was 
bundled into equally thick cloth diapers that were pinned at the sides 
in much the same way that Jason and I wore our diapers. His diapers were 
also fastened to his shirt by a dense ring of pins around his waist.
	He was being diaper punished for being such a brat to his sister 
and was being forced to wear diapers for the entire weekend. Laura 
explained proudly that when her family moved in she became friends with 
the girl next door and taught her to diaper her brother when he acted 
up.
	The boy, whose name was John, played out in the dirt pile with 
Jason and me. He didn't say much to me, but Jason and him acted like 
they had been friends, which made sense as they were neighbors. Jason 
didn't get to play with him at school because of their differences in 
grades.
	Later in the afternoon Jason's mother wanted some peace so she 
made us all go outside to play in the street with the other kids in the 
neighborhood. They were used to seeing Jason in his diapers, and John 
was also getting to where he was often seen dressed the same way since 
his diaper punishments were being used on him more frequently. I was the 
new kid on the block, so to speak, and everyone started looking at me. 
Some of them recognized me from school and laughed at me for being in 
diapers.
	After an hour or so the girls decided to walk down to the park by 
the river. Jason was dressed into some shortalls which went over his 
enormous diapers and the little boy shirt he already had on. I was given 
the choice of wearing one of Jason's outfits or going in diapers. I 
opted for the outfit, which was a pair of overalls. They also made me 
wear one of Jason's Sesame Street shirts over the shirt I was already 
wearing. They decided this would be easier than to take all the pins out 
of my shirt that was fastened to my diapers. I felt hot and 
uncomfortable, but at least I didn't have to go around in diapers. John, 
on the other hand, was given nothing and he had to walk through the 
neighborhood with his diapers fully exposed.
	We spent at least another hour at the park before going back to 
Jason's house. By then it was late in the afternoon, which was Jason's 
nap time. Being forced to emulate Jason's babyish behavior made it my 
nap time as well. I argued and protested about it since I wasn't tired 
and did not need a nap, but when they threatened to leave my diapers 
unchanged tonight if I didn't do what they said, I complied with their 
wishes. We were taken out of our baby clothes and returned to wearing 
just diapers. They put my own shirt back on me and tucked it back in, 
fastening it to my plastic pants with pins.
	We were then put into Jason's crib and told to lie down and go to 
sleep. It was still broad daylight outside, the room was hot and stuffy 
even with the window open and the fan running, and my diapers were in a 
desperate need of a change. I lay there for about two hours with Jason 
as I wet my diapers some more. I could hear all the other kids playing 
outside and having a good time while Jason and I were stuck indoors. 
Eventually I fell asleep out of boredom and being trapped in a crib. 
Jennifer and Laura eventually came in to let us out of the crib. They 
took us outside again to play while their mother was getting dinner 
ready.
	This time Jason and I were fed at the same time. Jason's mother 
fed him while the girls took care of me. They tried to fashion a high 
chair out of one of the regular table chairs and a TV tray. They were 
satisfied with their makeshift setup.
	After wearing diapers all day long, Jason and I were each changed. 
Laura took care of Jason's filthy, poop-plastered posterior while 
Jennifer got to deal with my dirty, turdy tushie. We were given a bath 
again and then put into clean, fluffy diapers. This time they put each 
of us into ten diapers! My shirt had gotten wet and dirty from being 
tucked into my diapers so I was changed into the outer shirt that I had 
been wearing. It was too short to go over my diapers and couldn't be 
pinned on. Jennifer decided that I probably wouldn't make any attempts 
to remove my diapers with as many pins as she used to fasten each one of 
them on.
	When our bedtime came around Jason's mother put us in the crib and 
tucked us in. She gave us a goodnight kiss before leaving the room. 
Laura then came in to read us another bedtime story. Instead of reading 
us a classic children's tale, she decided to share with me a story that 
she had written about her brother. It was called "The Boy Who Wouldn't 
Go To The Potty." She wrote it out in the same style as what would be 
expected in a children's storybook and she even drew pictures that 
showed her brother in his diapers. It was quite a creative work of hers.
	After a long night of wearing extremely bulky and wet diapers, 
Sunday morning arrived. I looked through the slats of the crib and saw 
that it was raining outside. Jason and I were let out of the crib and 
taken out to the kitchen. We were fed breakfast, but our diapers were 
left alone since neither of us had pooped yet. By noon it was still 
raining outside so we stayed indoors to play. John came over from next 
door to join us. He was still bound into his diapers. In fact, I 
suspected that they were the same diapers he had on yesterday. I could 
see their wetness sloshing around through his doubled plastic pants, and 
he smelled like a big pile of shit had gathered up in the rear. It was 
hard to tell how much poop was in them since his diapers were so thick.
	At 1:00 I was still in the same diapers that were put on me the 
night before. I was still waiting to poop so I could get changed, though 
at that time I hoped to get taken out of them and get my pants and 
underwear back. I wanted to go home and never have to go through this 
ordeal, though I had to agree the diapers did feel good to wear, at 
least while they were dry and clean. Jason had pooped his diapers since 
then but the girls wanted to change us at the same time. I was given 
another laxative tablet so I would poop sooner.
	I thought about my family camping in the rain. I expected them to 
return early because of it. I didn't want to be seen in diapers when 
they showed up. I asked the girls to take me out of my diapers and give 
me my pants and underwear back when they changed me, but they insisted 
that I stay in diapers. It seemed that they wanted me to get caught 
wearing diapers.
	"When that laxative kicks in, you'll want to stay diapered awhile 
longer, anyway," Jennifer said with a smile.
	Just before 2:00 the rain was still coming down in sheets. At 
about that time, just as I had feared, my parents showed up. They sent 
Renee to the door to get me. I was in Jason's room playing with him and 
John when I heard my sister at the door. I came out and walked as far as 
the edge of the hallway where I peaked around the corner.
	"Dennis!", Laura shouted. "Your sister's here! She's waiting!"
	"Tell her I'll be right out!" I said, standing around the corner.
	"She says your Dad wants you out here now!"
	"Can you give me just a second?" I said. I was in such a panic. I 
ran back to the girl's bedroom and asked Jennifer to give me my pants.
	"Laura took them; I don't know what she did them," Jennifer said.
	"Laura!" I shouted.
	"Dennis! Get your butt out here!" I heard Renee shout from the 
living room. She had been invited in since it was raining so hard 
outside.
	"I can't!" I shouted. I ran into Jason's room and hid in the 
closet. I listened through the closed door and tried to peek though the 
vent opening. I saw Laura come into the room with Renee right behind 
her.
	"Oh my God!" Renee exclaimed. "What is this? It looks like a 
nursery, and your brothers, they're in diapers!"
	"Just one of them is my brother," Laura quickly explained. "The 
other one lives next door."
	"Where's *my* brother?" Renee asked. I heard Dad blaring the horn 
outside.
	"Dennis! get your butt out here! Dad is already pissed for getting 
rained out, so don't keep him waiting!"
	I cringed as I knew that I would sooner or later get caught in my 
diapers.
	"Where's my brother?" Renee asked Jason.
	"He's uh, in the closet," Jason said as he pointed.
	Renee walked over to it and threw the door open. There I was, 
standing there, hunched over making a desperate and fruitless attempt to 
conceal the thick diapers I had on along with the Bert and Ernie shirt I 
had on.
	"My, my, Dennis, don't you look just so cute in those DIAPERS! I 
can't wait to hear about this one! Let's go!"
	"I need my pants!" I shouted.
	"We'll come and get them later! You can change when we get back 
home, unless Mom and Dad decide to make you wear those DIAPERS the rest 
of the day!"
	Renee then grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me out of the 
closet. I resisted with all my might as I grabbed onto the closet door. 
Laura then helped her as did Jennifer who had come into the room to 
watch. The three of them carried me out to the front room. My Mom had 
since then come in to find out what the problem was. The girls set me 
down and left me standing right there in front of Mom!
	"Dennis!" Mom yelled. "What in the world are you doing in 
diapers?"
	I started crying. I was embarrassed as ever and I knew I was in 
big trouble.
	"Never mind! We'll talk about this later! Your dad is really upset 
and he's in no mood to wait any longer!"
	Mom then dragged me out of Jason's house and took me to the car. 
Dad's mouth dropped open as he looked at me. Mom threw me into the back 
seat, where I sat next to Renee. Mom got in the front and then we took 
off for home.
	"What the hell is he wearing diapers for?" Dad asked Mom.
	"We'll find out later! I just want to get home!" Mom groaned.
	Only the pounding of the hard rain on the windshield broke the 
silence that otherwise filled the air in the car as we drove home. Right 
as we pulled in, Dad dragged me out of the car and swatted me across the 
back of my thighs, the only place I could feel it. He opened the door 
and continued spanking me as he dragged me upstairs to my bedroom.
	"Get in there and don't you come out until we decide what to do 
about this! You'd rather spend a weekend with your friend to wear 
diapers with him than to go camping with your family! I see where your 
priorities are!"
	Dad slammed the door and stomped his way back down the stairs. I 
lay there and cried as I could still feel the backs of my legs swelling 
from Dad's swift hand hitting me there. I didn't know whether I should 
take my diapers off or leave them on. Dad then came back in and said, 
"and don't take those diapers off, either!" He then slammed the door 
again.
	The afternoon passed slowly as I watched the rain continue to come 
down. The laxative was starting to take its effect. I unloaded the first 
of several wet, gooey bowel movements into my diapers. I peed in them 
several times in small squirts as I lay there on my bed. At least it was 
a regular bed and not a crib like I had slept in the last two nights.
	It was several hours later before I heard a knock on my door. I 
had been asleep until then. I woke up with a very large, pudding-like 
pile of poop smeared all around my diapers. I discharged another load 
into the smelly fecal mass that coated my rear end and my crotch all the 
way to my balls.
	Both my Mom and Dad were at the door when I opened it.
	"Are you ready to discuss this, son?" Dad asked me.
	"Y-yes, I suppose," I said.
	They had me sit down on my bed while they sat at each of my sides.
	"We just want to know, why?" Mom started.
	I began crying as I went into explaining how I didn't even ask to 
be diapered in the first place. I embellished my story and told them 
that I resisted Jason's sisters and fought them off as they tried to 
catch me and get me into diapers. I was a poor liar and my parents could 
see right through me. I ended up confessing that I went ahead and let 
them diaper me, but I added that I did it for Jason's sake.
	"Then you must really value Jason's friendship. If you want to be 
like him and wear diapers, we'll just save ourselves the trouble and 
make you wear them, too!"
	"But mom, I..."
	"No, Dennis, don't argue with us on this one! Your mother will get 
you some diapers to wear first thing tomorrow!"
	"But what about these?" I asked.
	"Keep 'em on!" Dad said.
	"But they're full of...poop," I said sheepishly. "And very wet."
	"As thick as they are, son, I'd say you can go awhile longer in 
those!"
	The discussion was ended at that point. I sat at the dinner table 
with my family wearing the same diapers that were put on me twenty-four 
hours ago. I never before realized just how much pee and poop I produced 
in one day until it was all collected in my diapers. I went to bed 
wanting someone to take me out of these diapers so full of piss and 
shit.
	The next morning I finally got some relief. Mom brought back some 
diapers from the store and told me it was time for me to be changed. At 
that point Mom admitted her embarrassment over not knowing how to put on 
cloth diapers.
	"I raised you kids in disposables," Mom sighed.
	"So why didn't you buy disposables instead?" Renee asked Mom.
	"Because I can put these on him a lot thicker. Everything in 
disposables is 'ultra-thin' these days. Besides, I don't mind washing 
them and I'd rather not have to be buying diapers constantly."
	"Why don't I call Jason's Mom and see if she knows how? I've only 
changed disposables myself when I've baby-sat," Renee said.
	I had to give Renee Jason's phone number. I knew his Mom wouldn't 
be home, but his sisters would be there and they would most likely be 
the ones to come over and show Mom and Renee how to diaper me. It 
sounded like Laura had answered as I listened to Renee talk to her.
	"Uh, can you come over here to show us how to put on cloth 
diapers?... Yeah, we bought some for Dennis!...Yep, same ones he had on 
when we left... Really? ...You gave him a laxative? He is going to have 
one seriously poopy diaper for you! ...He smells pretty bad! ... Can't 
tell, how many diapers is he wearing? ...They make his butt look 
cute!...Okay, we'll see you when you get here, bye!"
	Laura came over by herself to show Mom and Renee how to diaper me. 
She pulled off my doubled plastic pants and then she began removing the 
diapers. They were wet from front to back and the poop had soaked 
through several of the diapers as well. The final diaper was taken off 
and it revealed the biggest mess that Laura had ever seen. Even Jason, 
according to her, never got a diaper so messy as mine. Renee nearly 
puked on the odors.
	"You'll have to get used to it," Laura said, who showed no signs 
of disgust or repulsion as the strong odor permeated the air.
	"Obviously, you're used to it," my Mom said to her.
	"Jason's been in diapers all his life," Laura said. This led to a 
conversation on why Jason was wearing diapers and being treated the way 
he was. Meanwhile, I was lying there naked with lots of poop all over 
me. Renee got an old towel from the closet and handed it to Laura as she 
effortlessly wiped off the excess poop into the diapers and then tried 
to wipe me clean with the same towel. Renee got up to get another one 
for Laura. She got most of the mess off of me, but a big rash was left 
behind.
	"Did you buy any lotion and powder?" Laura asked my Mom.
	"I did," Mom said as she directed Laura to the bag of supplies she 
bought with my diapers.
	After my rash was treated, Laura demonstrated how to fold the 
diapers. She stacked several of them together and then put them 
underneath me. She talked to Mom and Renee and showed them how the 
diapers should be pulled up high and tight for a secure fit. The first 
diaper went as far into my crotch as Laura could pull it. She brought 
the sides together and pinned them up, using six pins on each side. She 
then repeated the process until I had all ten diapers layered on me. 
Since Mom didn't buy enough pins, Laura used some from my old diapers. 
She got out three of the new pairs of plastic pants from the bag and 
pulled them all over my diapers. The lesson was over with as I was let 
go to spend the rest of the day in diapers. Laura stayed and visited 
with my Mom and Renee. The two girls then became friends as they had 
many common interests, which now included making their little brothers 
wear diapers. Renee sounded excited to get to do this to me as repayment 
for all the bratty things I did to her over the years.
	From that day on, all I ever wore that entire summer were diapers 
and a shirt. The diapers never came off of me, except during changes. 
Laura continued to help my Mom and Renee with diapering me until they 
got to where they could do it on their own. Renee also got herself 
accustomed to the strong odor of my poopy diapers and dealing with the 
huge piles of shit I often left for her to clean up when my Mom wasn't 
available to change me.
	Laura also suggested that I be treated as a baby and be spoon fed 
and bathed and made to play with baby toys and sleep in a crib. Jason 
and I continued to see each other as friends and we had sleepovers at 
the same time Renee and Laura had theirs. As for John, the neighbor boy 
to Jason, he too eventually wound up wearing diapers on a permanent 
basis as this was all I ever saw him wearing whenever I went over to 
Jason's house.
	Other measures were taken to make a baby boy out of me. My bed was 
replaced by a crib and I began eating all my meals from a high chair and 
drinking everything from baby bottles. All my pants, shirts and 
underwear were given away to charity. For pants, all I had was a pair of 
shortalls and another pair of overalls, which I would only wear to 
school and when out in public. "Out in public" did not include the 
street in front of our house, so all the kids in my neighborhood saw me 
in diapers every time I played outside.
	My shirts were replaced by ones with Sesame Street characters and 
other kid themes screen-printed on them. I was also given several 
striped T-shirts similar to those that Jason wore. Even Renee got a 
shirt of her own out of all this. She bought one that read "Girls Kick 
Butt" and had the words "We Diaper It, Too" added at the bottom.
	I never missed another camping trip with my parents again. We went 
over the Fourth of July weekend as well as on Labor Day. This time all I 
was wearing were my diapers, much to the amusement of my cousins who met 
us there at the camp site. Sleeping in the tent was the only time I did 
not have to sleep in a crib, though my high chair was still brought 
along.
	Going to school was the hardest part about the baby treatment that 
I was getting. Everyone laughed at me for wearing such childish attire 
in the sixth grade, but most of all, everyone knew that I had diapers 
on, especially those who saw me playing outside Jason's house and my own 
house during the summer. I tried to avoid having bowel movements at 
school, and before I wore diapers I could keep my legs tightly closed to 
hold back an emerging stool, but my diapers were too thick to allow me 
to do this now, so I would have no choice but to unload right there in 
the middle of Mrs. Olsen's class. Everyone called me various names, but 
"Stinky Butt" and "Toilet Butt" became the most frequently used names.
	I was always glad to come home from school and be away from 
everyone to enjoy what time I had in between the taunting and teasing 
over being a big boy in little boy's clothes. I never liked the thought 
of going back to school the next day, the next week, or the next year, 
and the years to come afterward. My room, now my nursery, became my 
sanctuary and as I became more and more baby-like in my behavior, I 
appreciated its welcoming comfort and security more and more. I began to 
enjoy the tender, gentle care I got from my mother and my sister, and 
even Dad got into the act of babying me by reading me bedtime stories. 
It reminded him of the times he had when he was younger himself. Perhaps 
there is a baby inside all of us just waiting to get out.


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