Ken’s Story

 

            As a boy I lived with my Mom, Dad and brother Steve. When I was eight years old my brother Steve was two years my younger brother. Steve was a late potty trainer and he nearly nightly wet the bed, thus resulting in him wearing diapers and plastics pants nightly. I watched as Mom diapered him and he would always get an erection. This resulted in our sexual play and experimenting with one another’s privates. As age eight I started wanting to wear by brother’s diapers again as well as use them. At this time my parents, primarily my Mom, subscribed to Parents magazine. Always two to three pages from the back of the magazine was this wondrous advertisement (actually I fantasized more about what the boy had underneath those pants,) as well as wearing and using them. It was my fortune one day to ride my bicycle to the grocery store, and as I was entering the store I found a twenty dollar bill on the sidewalk. I very carefully filled out the form in the Parents magazine for four pairs, as I nearly daily picked up the mail from our mailbox. I felt that I would be safe in getting them without my parents knowing. Afterwards for that next week and half each day for hours before the Postman arrived I nearly peed my pants awaiting his arrival. Well, wouldn’t you know it, on the day of arrival, Momma asked me to go to the store. I tried to make up all types of excuses, but she was adamant on my going then and there as she needed the things to fix dinner. When I returned the mail had arrived and she was holding the package from Staydry Panties. There was no lying to her about where I got the money, or that with the order of four pairs that I was serious about my desires. She had also noted that some of Steve’s diapers were soiled with poop over a period back, and having changed him she realized that it wasn’t his poop.

            That evening Dad came home and learned of my money find and how I used it, then that I was using Steve’s diapers. To say the least I was scared to death. Then he asked me straight out, “Do you like wearing and using diapers? Is this why you ordered these ‘big boy’ type diapers?” I naturally broke into crying and literally sobbing. Dad took a hold of me and said, “Ken, when I was your age I was doing the same thing. It is normal, and really, all boys should be allowed, if they want to use diapers while growing up.” I was still scared to death, as when he took me to my room he was carrying a razor strop that he gave us boys spankings with. He then said that since I had found the money and used it, that I had done nothing really wrong, only that I had used some of my brother’s diapers. He then said, :I’m not going to spank you this time, but you may or may not receive this as ‘punishment.’ Now get completely undressed, I’ll be back in a moment.”

            After my dad ordered me to remove all my clothes and said that he would be right back I immediately obeyed. Once I was naked I sat down on the bed and waited for what seemed like forever, and as I waited, my pee-pee didn’t; I got the stiffest erection I had ever experienced in my life. Then my dad, mom and younger brother all came walking in. My face, I’m sure, turned the darkest shade of red. I tried to cover up my privates with my hands, only to be scolded and told that I better get used to being seen naked and with and erection, because from now on it was going to be a daily thing.

            Dad then held up the four pairs of Staydry pants and told me, “So you like wearing and using diapers, so you shall. You are going to wear diapers regularly, daily, all day, from now on, and you’re going to wear them for the use intended. You will no longer be allowed to use the toilet or urinals when you are out in public.” To say the least I was horrified. I broke into tears and started begging them to not make me wear diapers, only to be told that that this was my punishment and that it would pretty much be a permanent thing, no questions asked. If I didn’t do as I was told I would be given a spanking that I would never forget.

            Mom then took me to Steve’s changing table (now our changing table). I was laid on it and then things started. I was baby-oiled all over my privates, especially my pee-pee. She handled it as if she owned it (she did). I grew stiffer until I experienced at her hand in front of Dad and my brother, my very first dry orgasm.

            As Momma laid the cloth diapers under me and then brought them up between my legs I was shocked out of my mind, this diapering was no ordinary diapering. It was so very huge, so bulky, so thick! She was literally applying a thickness of eight diapers! She then pinned them on me and Dad handed her a pair of plastic baby pants. They then made me stand up and walk all over in front of the mirror in our room. I cried that I couldn’t walk or bring my legs together.

            Needless to say, I got no sympathy as I stood and stared into the mirror on the closet door in our room. My Daddy, Momma and younger brother stood behind me with smiles on their faces. As the redness of embarrassment and a word I didn’t know then- mortification- sank into my mind, I tried to bring my legs together, only causing the plastic pants to crinkle.

            Dad then starting speaking. “Let me set down the rules:

 

1.      At home, unless we say otherwise, the diapers and plastic pants are all you will wear day and night.

2.      You will not remove your diapers, only your Mom or I, or your babysitters, when we get one, will change you.

3.      You will use the diapers for their intended use from now on, just as our baby uses them to pee and poop.

4.      The bathroom is off limits except to bathe when supervised by us, and to do oral and hair hygiene.

5.      We will be buying you some overalls, from now on you will wear diapers to school, and if need be, use them.

 

            “All of this and your receiving those Staydry panties has very remarkably arrived today, Thursday, and tomorrow night at the P.T.A. meeting we shall approach your school principal, Dr. Robinson, and your teacher. I am sure they will go along with this, and the school’s nurse will see to any changes needed. Also, I am quite sure that parents of most all your friends will be most interested in putting their sons into diapers as well for discipline and punishment for the problems that have been going on at your school with the boys. Besides, I think that all boys should be kept in diapers. It gives the parents good control over the boys.”

            When I started crying and begging my parents not to do this that I was a big boy and too old to wear and use diapers, it brought a roar of laughter from Momma, Daddy and even my little brother, as Daddy again held up the four pairs of Staydry panties and again smiled. With a sinister voice he said, “these tell me different, and that those four pairs of panties, that you must have wanted this go to on for a long time, or you would have only ordered one pair. So we are going to give you what you want. You are officially and indefinitely our Diaper Boy.”

            I was then put to bed. It was then that the first shock of realizing that all of this had taken place and I hadn’t yet gone to the bathroom to pee, and I really had to. As I lay in bed I finally had no choice but to let loose and pee. My brother, Steve, looked across from his bed and said, “you just peed your diaper, didn’t you, feels good, doesn’t it?” I loved my brother too much to get mad, so I just relented to the situation and giggled as I squirmed in the wet diapers. I said, “yes, but we are both diaper boys together.”

            After awhile of lying there in the soaked diapers I became very erect, and for the first time masturbated myself in the diapers. Shortly, my brother moved over into bed with me and we started messing with one another. I then thought this was what I want. I do want to wear diapers regardless of what people think.

            Needless to say, after Steven and I settled down it took quite some time before I fell asleep. When morning came new awakenings also came. I was very stiff and needing to pee very badly, and along with it I had to poop something terrible. It was my usual routine to use the toilet each morning before breakfast. This morning Daddy woke us up, and having all these feelings of having to pee and poop, I guess I forgot or just had to make the effort. I said, “Daddy, I have to use the toilet!” He laughed and said, “you’re a big baby, you don’t use the toilet, that’s why you’re in dydees.” When Steven laughed Dad looked at him sternly and said, “You’re now in diapers, too, not just for wetting the bed. I believe it is your routine also to use the toilet in the morning. Sooooos! You may as well get used to pooping your diapers along with your brother, because neither of you are going to be using the toilet for a verrrrry looooong time!”

            Needn’t say neither Steven, not I automatically started to poop. Mess in our diapers, maybe we could hold it. We brushed our teeth and combed our hair, etc., then waited in our room, wondering what was next. Soon, Momma and Daddy came into our room. Daddy automatically gave a statement that made Steven and me both blush. We know that our parents meant business about this whole matter. Daddy said, “Hummmmm! I don’t smell anything. Could it be that you both are going to need some punishment further? We’ll be back in fifteen minutes, and you both better have poop in those diapers!” We both started to cry, only to have Momma say, “crying I could have imagined from you, Steven, but you, Ken, by buying those four pairs of Staydry panties that you wanted to be a baby again and pee and poop in your diapers. Well, now here’s your opportunity, and we as your parents aren’t going to give you any other choices.”

            Do terrible and horrible things always happen to ones like me, that inside my mind this was what I wanted (but maybe not this way)? Steven and I, watching one another with burning red, mortified faces, let loose and pooped in the diapers. As to my above statement, how could this be! It didn’t seem to be, but it was the bigggggest, huuugggest pooooop I ever had in my young life.

            My very first diaper changing as a big baby was done by Momma, as Steven awaited his changing and watched mine, along with Daddy. I was laid on the changing table and Momma proceeded to remove the plastic pants and then unpin the diapers. As she pulled down the front of the diapers even my genitals were a mess. I was still extremely stiff, and she laughed and said, “Wow! Look at little Stiffey here jumping and throbbing all about. This tells me, Kenneth, that you rally love messing your diapers.” Momma then proceeded to clean me with baby wipes, first the front, and then she had me spread and raise my legs. As she cleaned my bottom I wanted to crawl away somewhere and just disappear. She then applied baby oil, paying attention especially to my pee-pee, until I again had a dry orgasm. It was shaming, yet I realized how good it felt and thought about what fun Steven and I could have doing this together and how I wished Daddy was doing it to me. Then the nightmare, Momma had me raise my legs and again it was the same amount of diapers making up my one diaper, a thickness of eight diapers, then over them went the plastic pants. Then Daddy changed Steven, and to our surprise our clothes were laid out for us to wear. It was Steven’s and my only pair of overalls. After breakfast Momma and Dad drove us to school and then paid a visit to the principal’s office. Momma spoke with our teachers and the school nurse. Momma stated to us as she and Daddy left, “the school is ecstatic about your diapers and the idea of other boys being disciplined by wearing diapers. There should be quite a discussion at the P.T.A. meeting.”

            As Steven and I went our ways to separate classes I entered my classroom. Immediately there were catcalls from other kids in the class. “Hey, look, Kenneth is wearing diapers!” “Yeah, they’re sure thick, looks like he’s even waddling like a duck.” Thank goodness Mrs. Carlson, our teacher, brought things to order by saying, “all right, quiet down. Yes, Kenneth is wearing diapers, but probably and most likely the rest of you boys will be also.” Needless to say, her announcement only caused her more commotion from the class, the boys saying, “What do you mean, we are going to also wear diapers?!”, and catcalls from the girls in the class saying, “Wow!!! All the boys wearing diapers, that’ll be neat, I can just see it now, a bunch of stinky boys in stinky diapers. Hope it’s for good they all should have to wear diapers.” “Yeah, and use them, too!!!”

            The rest of the day was humiliating. At recess and lunch time all the other kids wanted to know why I was wearing diapers, some of my story and why. I lied to them. I then told the boys what my parents were proposing to the school and to their parents. Many were mortified, but knew their parents would likely go along with the ideas, especially in our small community of about a hundred families.

            All day long the girls in our school were constantly teasing me and calling me “Diaper Butt”, “Baby Boy” and saying things like, “Can I change your diaper? You look cute in diapers, hope all the other boys in school have to wear diapers, and you and all bys ought to have to wear nothing but diapers! I can hear your plastic baby pants, just like my baby brother. Maybe this will be the start of something fantastic and he’ll have to grow up in diapers.”

            I need not say, come Saturday morning when I woke from my sleep my diapers were soaking. I was as I was the morning before with little Stiffey throbbing away all excited in its enclosure of soggy diapers. And as would be my usual morning routine I had to poop something terrible. Steven was in my bed, awake and in the same shaming predicament. He moved his body against mine and we started humping into one another. He giggled and said, “you have to poop, don’t ya’?” I answered, yeah, something terrible.” Then he said, “we might as well do it, ‘cause these diapers are our toilet from now on.” So we lay together and started to bear down to start pooping. As I did a strange rush of excitement came over me. I felt wonderful and good as my poop came out and messed into the tight cloth of the diapers, then smearing over the crease of my butt, moving forward all over my balls. As I moved my legs it mashed all over gooey, and then the smell hit my nostrils. As I stared into Steven’s eyes I could read his mind and excitement. He giggled and said, “we’re big babies and brothers and have to poop our diapers.”

            Shortly thereafter Daddy came to our room. He changed us both, but this morning we got to take a bath. Daddy bathed with us. That was the first time that Steven and I ever saw Daddy or anyone other than ourselves with an erection. I couldn’t take my eye off of it. That morning, even through our re-diapering, Dad stayed naked. We both learned what a wonderful, special feeling that happened when we rubbed down there for a time was all about. It came into my head what those picture-graffiti that I saw and looked at with interest in the boys’ restrooms at the small hamburger stand, the park restroom and at our library.

            Later that Day Momma and Daddy went to do some shopping. We were left with our cousins Thomas and Michael. They were the same age as Steven and me. Already they had been placed in diapers and plastic pants by their parents, but the four of us were left in the backyard to play and all four of us were stark naked with the cousins and older sister to baby-sit. That afternoon Steven and I sucked our very first penis. I knew this was something that I would go looking for and wouldn’t have to be paid or seduced to do.

            Thomas’ and Michael’s sister Kathy was often put in charge of her brothers while the parents were out, and she often babysat both her brothers, and Steven and I. She just loved keeping us boys in nothing but the absolute thickest diapers she could put us in. They were sometimes so very thick she could scarcely get our baby pants up over the diapers. She was an expert in diapering us boys. She thrived on calling us names (never using our real names) but calling us “Poopy Pants” and “Pissy Pants.” She would fasten our diapers with lots of pins and as tight as she could get them. She also loved to masturbate us on diaper changes, and we dared not say anything about whatever she did, because our parents gave her absolute say over us boys. If she said we were to walk through town bare naked or in our diapers, believe me, we had betted do it, or we were in severe trouble by our parents. She loved also to make us use our pacifiers and baby bottles, as well as watching us when we boys had sex play together.

            When our parents had returned they had bought diapers, baby oil, pacifiers, baby bottles and some clothes that would fit big baby items quite nicely, until our small town got in a large supply for all of the families with boys. That weekend, virtually the whole town of approximately 100 families came together in one accord, to turn all the school age or younger boys into Diaper Boys. Old baby items were brought out of attics of people’s homes. Our school principal, Mr. Robinson, took orders from parents that could not get diapers or plastic pants for their boys because the town’s suppliers were sold out. He traveled into San Antonio, which was the largest and closest city to purchase supplies.

            In our small town the entire school grades from kindergarten through twelfth grade went to the same school together. Starting that Monday many new things were added to the school’s curriculum, and the ways things were done, such as boys’ P.E. After their period of P.E. they had to shower and then re-diaper one another. On certain days for Home Education the boys had to submit to the girls diapering them. For such a small town, our school through all grades from Kindergarten to Senior High, was in the same building. Our school was quite nice. It had a large playground, plus a baseball field and a football field. We didn’t have a gymnasium as such, but we did have separate locker rooms and showers. There was also a large room that was the exercise room, with lots of thick mats on the floor. This was used a couple of times a week for a mandatory class of Home Economics. All of the boys had to report to class in nothing but their diapers and plastic pants and they had to use them (hopefully both peeing and pooping in them). They then would submit to being changed by the girls, under the instruction of our school teachers.

            I stayed in diapers clear through until my graduating year from high school. Then I married a girl whom for most of all those years served as my babysitter. She still supports that our three sons should grow up in diapers just as I did and actually that all males should wear diapers. She often puts me and Steven back in diapers whenever he visits with me, whenever she wishes.

            So I thank you, Staydry Panties. Though I never wore you, you did me a much better thing. You brought me real diapers and plastic baby pants into my life.

            All my life our family and relatives have been an advocate for the idea that boys should grow up wearing diapers and using them, plus wearing plastic baby pants. If only disposable diapers are available, that’s okay, but we highly encourage that boys’ diapers should always be very, very thick (the thicker, the better).

            Today my sons Marc, D.J. and Michael wear and live day and night in nothing but diapers and plastic pants, or they’re naked. They have worn thick diapers all their lives, and when they are bare baked they walk as if still in those thick diapers. They do the “diaper walk” and waddle like a duck. I have a niece, Patti, who is, by brother, Steven’s daughter. She has a girlfriend, Cheryl. They today, as often as possible, play the role as babysitters, or the girls in my boys’ lives. We, as a family, allow the girls to have absolute say in the boys’ lives in diapers.

 

Ken Duncan