My name is Grant. I’m a d/l and started wearing them. Now this a story 
about diapering my friend Blake. Blake is a small 11-year-old boy and 
my friend. He didn’t knew I liked diapers and neither did my mom, by 
the way. Let’s start the diapering of my friend Blake. Here’s how it 
goes:

It was a Saturday and I was wearing one of my mom’s overweight-4-year-
old-kid-from-daycare’s diapers.(I stole them from the daycare.) Blake 
called and we talked and I asked him if he wanted to come over since 
everyone was gone. 10 minutes later he was knocking on my front door. I 
was nervous because I was planning to tell him about me and my diapers. 
He came in and we went into the basement and played some Gamecube. 
during that timed I peed in the diaper (Huggies Supreme). Blake then 
asked, “Do you smell that, Grant?”

“No, what smell?” I said, trying to lie myself out of it.

“It smells like pee,” said Blake. That’s when I decided it was time to 
tell him.

“Hey, Blake,” I said. “Come here.”

I led him into the weight room of our basement and locked the door in 
case someone walked in on us.

“Hey Blake, I have something to show you.” I then pulled down my pants, 
revealing the Huggies diaper.

“Wooooo, why are you wearing a diaper?” Blake asked.

“I like to and I think it’s funny.”

“Well, it is, but it’s weird,” said Blake.

“Well, I like don’t blame you; you haven’t tried it,” I said.

“Oh well,” Blake said. “Let’s go back and play some Gamecube.”

I started to put back on my pants but Blake said he didn’t mind if I 
wore the diaper by itself, so we went back to playing game cube with me 
in a plain white t shirt and a diaper. Then I pooped in my diaper and 
Blake smelled it.

“Ewwwwwwww!” Blake laughed.

“Well, that’s what a diaper is for!” I said.

“Ya, I guess,” Blake said.

“Hey, Grant... can you change yourself? You stink.”

“I’ll do it later.” I said.

“Doesn’t it bother you that your wearing a stinky diaper?”

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” I replied. “Maybe you should try it instead 
of asking so much about it.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how to put on a diaper.”

“I’ll change you,” I said. 

“I don’t know, Grant. It seems embarrassing.”

“Well, just close your eyes,” I said.

“Okay, Grant, I’ll try it.”

“All right, I’ll get the stuff.”

“Stuff?” Blake asked.

“Ya, if you don’t take the proper procedures you can get a diaper rash 
or itchy butt.”

“Okay, Grant.”

I went to get the stuff which were a stack of Huggies Supreme diapers, 
baby powder and diaper rash cream. I then took him into a small jagged 
room in the basement which is the only part unfinished and locked the 
door. I took the small rug in there, just about Blake’s size, and 
picked him up toddler-style and put him on the rug. I then took off his 
shirt. I then took off his pants. I told him to close his eyes and 
it’ll be done before he knew it. He then closed his eyes and I pulled 
down his boxers. I then took a smaller diaper out (I took it from the 
daycare.) and unfolded it. I put it in front of his nose so he could 
smell the aroma. I then took the diaper rash cram and rubbed it on my 
hands. I then started to apply it to his private part. I then took the 
diaper and lifted up his legs. His eyes were still closed as I slid the 
diaper under his butt and put his legs down and spread them apart. I 
taped up the Huggies supreme diaper and gave him a pat on the butt.

He got up and opened his eyes. He looked at the diaper on him. I then 
said, “hold on, I’m not done yet.” I took the baby powder and pulled 
the back of his diaper. It was really stretchy. I then put the baby 
powder in the back of his diaper. I then let go and he turned around. I 
gave him a blue T-shirt to wear. He put it on and we went out to play 
more Gamecube. Later he pooped and peed in his diaper and started to 
cry. I asked what was wrong and he said he pooped in his diaper.

“No problem,” I said. I sat him down and diapered changed him. It was a 
great to wipe his smelly butt.

Now we told our parents moms that we liked diapers and we are now full-
time diaper wearers. We now live together and our moms also stay there. 
We have diaper tables and anything a diaper boy like us can ask for. 
Now when my mom goes to daycare she takes us with and treats us like 
babies.

Now I need to go get my diaper changed. Until next time...