Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 03:09:51 +0000
From: Deeker Yobrepaid <yobrepaid@hotmail.com>
Subject: What Might Have Been: Parts 11-20
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 11- Trial Run
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From late Sunday afternoon on, there was only one thing on my
mind, getting some real diapers. I jacked off so many times I ran
myself dry and even made my balls sore. I had exhausted myself of all
the sexual energy that went into anticipating getting some real
diapers. After I played with my Legos some more I drew several pictures
of myself and began writing a story about everything that had led up to
this point. I had forgotten about the homework I had to do over the
weekend until late that evening. I went to bed wearing pee- and poop-
filled underpants. My bed got wet just from the soaked underpants. I
kept them on through the night until the next morning when I got ready
for school. My briefs were so wet by then from peeing several times,
especially when I pissed right after I woke up with a full bladder. I
had no choice but to release my morning wizz into my underwear, which
made the bed even wetter. This problem was solved simply by my Mom
taking my sheets off of the bed to wash them.
"You'll be wearing plastic pants over your diapers, so don't
worry about getting your bed wet or the furniture," Mom said to me. I
looked down at my underwear and I could see that it was tinted yellow
from having peed in it a few times. My underwear was completely soaked-
- all 34 pairs. A heavy layer of poop ran all the way from the
waistband in the rear, through the crotch and up into the fly in the
front. I was amazed at how much my wet underwear weighed after I took
it all off.
I ended up spending extra time in the shower cleaning myself up
from having shit-filled underpants on since yesterday afternoon. I
wanted to make sure I was good and clean so that nobody at school would
smell anything, or while in P.E. class, also see any sort of evidence.
After I finished with my shower I went back into my room and got
dressed for school. I was tempted to put on a few extra pairs of
underwear so that I would have to let the other kids in P.E. class see
me like this, thus "burning my bridge", so to speak. I yielded to my
temptation disregarding what the other kids in P.E. would likely say to
me, being that I didn't have much self-esteem. Having a low reputation
to start with and having worsened it by the recent turn of events, I
had nothing more to lose at this point, anyway. At the last second I
chickened out and decided to back down and just wear one pair and avoid
dealing with all the additional teasing that I was sure to get
otherwise.
I went back to the bathroom with a laundry basket to retrieve my
wet and soiled underwear. I took it out to the washroom where Mom
loaded it into the washing machine. I felt guilty that she was having
to handle my shit-filled and pissed-soaked underwear.
"I did this before when you were a baby, and I can get used to it
again," Mom assured me. "Having second thoughts already?"
"No," I said.
"Not that it would matter, since you're still getting diapers
anyway," my Mom said. Mom then asked me, "How many pairs of underwear
do you have on?"
"Just one," I said.
"Good, because if I were you, I'd wear just one pair of underwear
to school, unless you want people to think you're like John."
"They already do," I said. "I might as well get it over with. And
besides, Justin and Kurt aren't hanging around me anymore, so I don't
know what else I have to lose."
"Your reputation," Rena said as she walked past while I was
eating my cereal.
"I don't have much of a reputation anyway," I said.
"Well, Danny, I think that on second thought, perhaps you should
try going to school wearing your underwear like John does. It might
help you to decide if you really want to be wearing diapers to school
as well."
With this, Mom made sure that I had on as many briefs as I could
fit under my pants, which was only six pairs, the same amount I
initially planned to wear before having second thoughts. I could barely
zip up my pants, and I thought the strain on the button would make it
rip off. As I looked in the mirror I could see a little bulge around my
waist. The extra underwear was also evident in the seat as I could see
my butt bulging out. Several waistbands showed above my pants all
around, especially in the rear. Rena, of course, pointed out how she
could see the extra thickness beneath my pants.
As I walked (more like waddled) to the bus stop, I realized how
self-conscious I became, paying close attention to the bulky feel of my
extra underwear. I wasn't used to wearing them underneath pants and it
was an usual feeling. I was the only boy at the bus stop as I stood
among four girls. In a way I was hoping they'd notice, but my jacket
covered my butt completely, so I knew I was safe from being detected.
I went through the beginning of my school day thinking about
getting to wear diapers. While I was as excited as ever about this, I
was also nervous about what would happen once I got to P.E. class. I
was daydreaming in most of my classes, enough to get the teachers to
yell at me and tell me to pay attention to their lessons. Mr. Eaton, my
reading teacher, was the worst about my failure to pay attention. He
has this stupid system of counting a student tardy for a given day for
things like forgetting to bring one's books, talking in class, etc.
Because of this, I was marked late for class, even though I was on
time.
After my third class of the day, which was Cadet Band, was the
P.E. class that I had been thinking about and dreading somewhat,
especially once I had my pants down and my underwear exposed. I went
into the locker room and began to change into my gym clothes. I started
with my shirt. Then I stood hesitantly before taking my pants off. I
planned to be as quick as I could about it so that hopefully nobody
would see that I was wearing extra pairs of underpants. I only had six
pairs on, so it wasn't like I was wearing what John usually wore. My
shirt was also down over my waistbands enough that nobody would see the
extra sets of stripes running around me. If anything, they'd see the
extra thickness in the fabric or perhaps the presence of more than one
leg band.
"You gonna take your pants off?" asked Mike Christensen, the boy
who sat next to me in the row of lockers.
"Why is it any of your business?" I asked him. With this I
unfastened my pants and pulled them down. As I expected, Mike was quick
to notice the extra pairs of underpants.
"Gee, Danny, got enough underwear on?" he asked me. I ignored
him, or at least I tried to.
"Copying your friend John, I see," Mike said. "Hey everybody!
Look at Danny! He wears his underwear just like John does!"
By this time everybody was laughing at me, everyone except John,
who looked at me with interest and concern. I just put my shorts on and
prepared myself to endure such comments for the remainder of the class
and probably the day as well. In fact, I looked at this as a "dress
rehearsal" of sorts, for what was yet to come if I were to start coming
to school in real diapers.
I went out to the field with the other boys and walked with John.
After a few kids ran past me and made comments about my extra
underpants, I told John what my Mom decided I should do when I got
dressed this morning and explained why.
"You won't know what it's really like until you're wearing a
dozen pairs or more like I do-- in school that is-- and then, wait
until you have to poop in your underwear, or your diapers, once you get
put into them and sent to school wearing them."
"I'm not sure if I am ready for this," I said with a nervous
heave.
"Well, you don't have much to lose at this point," John said.
"That's why I don't care that other kids see what I wear and know why I
wear so many pairs of underpants."
As we started doing our warm-up exercises I could feel the
difference that wearing a few extra pairs of underpants made when
performing such activity. Today we played soccer, which I at least
understood and knew how to play, as did John. Still, we were each
picked last by each of the designated team captains, which thus put us
on opposing teams. I could still run around even with the extra bulk
around my butt, but I could tell that John's thick underwear hampered
his movement. Later on a lot of the kids were trying to yank my shorts
down to see my underwear, and on a couple occasions they did. I tried
to take it in stride, accepting my fate, as my reputation didn't have
much farther to go from being labeled a complete weirdo like John was
often considered. I could see how he eventually became desensitized to
all the teasing that he must have gotten over the years. If it weren't
for him I don't know how I would have felt about my situation.
After P.E. class was over with it was time to hit the showers. I
went into the locker room and took off my shirt and my shorts. I then
pulled all of my underwear down and took it off in one bunch. I didn't
want to draw any more attention to how many pairs of underwear I had on
than I had to. Still, Mike noticed the stack of waistbands bunched
together as I stuffed my underpants into my locker.
I showered as quickly as I could and then I returned to get
dressed. I put all six of my underpants on at one time, though I had to
make some adjustments and I had to pull a couple of them down and then
back up again. Mike was watching me the whole time.
"You're weird, Danny," he said. "Even weirder than I thought when
I first met you."
I often ignored Mike's comments, but as he seemed to take an
interest in the underwear I was wearing, I asked him why he was so
interested in seeing how much underwear I had on.
"You ought to try it sometime," I said to Mike.
"No thanks," he said. "Just don't start pooping in your
underpants like John does."
I had no intentions of doing such a thing at school. I couldn't
even get up the nerve to take a shit in a school restroom, or any
public restroom for that matter, so dumping a load of poop in my
underwear at school was out of the question.
I still had yet to face the lunch hour and how Kurt and Justin
would treat me. John and I went to our table and sat down. We were
joined a few minutes later by Kurt and Justin as well as Nick and
Loren.
"I hear you're gonna be wearing diapers!" Kurt said.
"How did you find out?" I asked him.
"Justin told me," Kurt replied.
"How did you find out, Justin?" I asked him.
"Gina told me. Your sister told Gina. Amazing how things like
this get around, huh?"
Other kids had overheard this dialog, and before long, it seemed
like everyone in the cafeteria knew that I was going to wear diapers.
Many of them were under the impression that I was already wearing
diapers. It seemed to make sense to everyone, being that I was now
friends with a boy who was known throughout the whole school as "Undies
Boy" and pooped in them. Now I was about to bear the same reputation.
One kid in particular was especially obnoxious. His name was Tom.
I had several run-ins with him years ago when he and I attended the
same elementary school. After a new elementary school was built he went
to that school and I hoped to never see his ugly face again, but five
years later we were once again in the same school together, and he was
back for more.
"Hey Danny!" he said as he came up to John and me. "I hear you're
a pants-pooper just like John!"
I tried to ignore him, but this asshole was persistent.
"Hey, poopy-pants, I'm talking to you!"
"Go away," I told him.
"No, I'm not going away!" he said. He then chased me out of the
cafeteria and to the back of the building. I realized that I was
cornered when he and Jason caught up with me.
"What do you want from me?" I asked Tom fearfully.
"Nothing. I just want to watch you cry like a baby, just like you
did before. Seeing that you shit your pants like a baby, too, I'm not
surprised."
"I don't do that," I denied.
"Let's take a look at what you're wearing," he said. "I heard
you're wearing diapers now."
"I'm not wearing diapers!" I said. "Yet", I added, mentally.
"That's not what we heard!" Tom's sidekick Jason said.
"Pull his pants down!" Tom said to Jason. Jason then charged
towards me. I managed to slip past Tom and Jason as I ran back to the
cafeteria. I disappeared in the crowd and Tom and Jason backed off by
then. John had since then left and had gotten up to see where I had
gone.
I found John walking back towards the main building. I hollered
at him and got his attention. I told him what had happened. He assured
me that if I didn't pay any attention to the other kids when they tried
to tease me about my "diapers" that they would go away.
My next class after lunch was Social Studies. I didn't have much
of an appreciation for history, especially if it was things that
happened nowhere near here or within the last couple centuries. The
teacher made it even more boring. This made daydreaming even more
inviting. As Mr. Skoro droned on about who-knows-what, I thought about
being put into diapers later that day. I sat in class with a big hard-
on, wishing I could stroke it, especially as I felt the extra
underpants padding me up.
About halfway through the class I felt that I needed to poop. In
the last seven years of going to school I had managed to hold my poop
until I got home. It was because of this ability to hold my bowel
movements for this long that my parents were not convinced that all my
accidents were actually accidents. The only way I could explain this
anomaly in which I could retain my stools while in school was my fear
of what the other kids would say to me if they knew I took a crap in
the school bathroom, or worse yet, if I had a poop accident in school.
At home there was no incentive.
As things turned out today, this fear or whatever it was that
allowed me to keep the poop in until I felt it was "safe" to release it
was not enough to keep me from going. Now I wasn't daydreaming, but
thinking about whether or not I should ask to be excused to go to the
restroom. This poop wasn't going to retreat no matter what. I sat up on
my heel and crossed my legs, drawing attention from the other kids who
likely knew why I was behaving this way. I figured there wouldn't be
anybody in the bathroom during class, and at this point it was either
go to the toilet or shit my pants in the middle of class. Never mind
the fact that I had on six pairs of underwear, I simply wasn't prepared
to defecate in the classroom.
I waited until I could get a word in edgewise while Mr. Skoro
talked endlessly while he endlessly displayed page after page of
sloppily written notes on the overhead for us to copy. He had his back
turned most of the time, so he didn't see that I had my hand up.
Finally he turned around and saw my hand raised.
"Yes, Danny?"
"I need to go to the bathroom," I said shyly. The other kids
laughed.
"Class will be over in fifteen minutes," he said as he looked at
his watch, implying that the answer was no.
I couldn't hold it much longer. The pressure was too much. I
don't know if the extra underwear gave me an extra sense of security or
what, but I was glad to be wearing it. I relieved some of the pressure
in my bowels and a fairly good load of poop came pouring out of my
butt. I felt the mess spreading through my tight briefs. I had poop up
to my balls and I could feel it going up my butt crack. I could only
imagine how bad this would have been had I not been in six pairs of
underwear. I was glad this didn't happen before P.E. Still, I was
starting to stink, and if I could smell it, so could the other kids
around me.
"I think Danny just pooped his pants," said this one kid.
Everybody started laughing. I buried my head on my desk, embarrassed as
ever, trying to stifle my crying the best I could. I was hoping Mr.
Skoro would come to my rescue, but all he did was to tell the class to
settle down so he could resume the lesson.
"I told you I needed to go!" I thought to myself.
I still had one class left to go, math class. I knew that I would
get teased all the way to my locker and then back to Mrs. Babcock's
classroom. Everybody called me "stink-butt" and "poopy pants" and
several other names of this nature.
When I got to Mrs. Babcock's room I went up to her and discreetly
explained my situation to her and asked her if she could just give me
the assignment for that night and allow me to go to the nurse's office
for the rest of the class. Judging by how she winced, she knew that I
had a predicament to deal with and she wrote up an excuse for me to
visit the nurse.
I was glad that I didn't have to sit through math class wearing
soiled underpants. I went to the nurse's office and explained what had
happened.
"You can go into that room and clean yourself up," she told me.
"Everything you need will be in there."
"Thanks," I said.
"Do you need me to call your mother?" she asked me. "Maybe she
can bring you a change of clothes."
"Yeah, please do," I said. I went into the small room and closed
the door. There was a toilet in there, which I decided to use for
getting the rest of my bowel movement out of my system. I had a lot of
poop left and I could only wonder what it would be like to have fully
loaded my underpants. I knew that six pairs would not be enough
material to contain it and soak up all of the wet stool.
I took off my pants and my underwear and set it aside. A
container of wipes, similar to baby wipes, was provided among other
supplies. I was surprised to see that several stack of diapers in
different sizes were also provided, all of them plain white. I pulled
one down and looked at it. I unfolded it and studied it, surprised that
there were bigger diapers for bigger kids, which I assumed was what the
diapers were for. I was tempted to put one of them on, but I didn't
want Mom to know that I had an accident in school and I didn't want to
explain why I had on a disposable diaper. I refolded the diaper and put
it back on the shelf where it came from. I cleaned myself up and
separated the soiled pairs from the clean ones. The first two pairs
were completely soaked. I figured they were useless at this point so I
pitched them in the trash. The third pair was stained, but still
salvageable, so I put it on along with the last three pairs, reducing
my "diaper" from six pairs of underwear to four. I got dressed and went
back out to the main office.
"Your mother was not available when I called," the nurse said.
"Could your father do this for you?"
"No, he couldn't," I said. "I'll be all right," I said.
"Do you want to return to class?" the nurse asked me. Being that
I had been excused for the remainder of the class, I had the option of
returning or not returning.
"I'll just stay here, I guess," I said. I sat in the chair and
cracked open my math book and studied the upcoming lesson, hoping I
would understand it. The bell finally rang and I went out to the bus.
All the way there I heard kids teasing me about my poop accident. I got
more of it on the bus as well. Justin didn't even want to sit with me.
In fact, because I still smelled of poop, I sat in my seat alone,
choosing the seat right behind the driver where kids would not be as
likely to bother me. Still, they called me all the names and even
Justin got in on the act. The bus driver had to yell at everyone and
tell them to leave me alone.
I got off the bus and I got called names as kids opened their
windows and hurled their insults at me. I ran home, having second
thoughts about wearing diapers, at least to school.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 12- My First Real Diapers
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When I walked in the door I wasn't sure what exactly to expect
once it came time to put me in diapers. Even before I could take my
book bag into my room Rena was already standing in the living room
waiting for me. She came running up to me holding one of the several
diapers that would soon be on me along with the pins that would hold
them tightly.
"You ready for your diapers, Danny?" Rena asked. She held the
diaper in front of me just to show me how big it was, and it was big.
It was a prefolded diaper with extra thick panels all the way through
the center. This was no lightweight diaper.
Mom was already in my room. I noticed she was busy putting my new
diapers away, having removed my underwear and set it aside on the bed.
All over the floor were the bags in which the diapers were contained.
Rena followed me to my room, laughing about the fact that I was going
to be diapered.
"Rena, I'll handle this if you don't mind," my Mom said to her.
"I wanna watch you diaper Danny's butt!" she said excitedly.
"I'll be here awhile," my Mom said to my sister. "You don't need
to watch. You'll see him in diapers enough as it is, I promise that."
"Okay," Rena said, sounding disappointed. She closed the door
behind her as she left.
"Okay, Danny, here's the deal," my Mom said. "Every day when you
get home from school, you are to come straight to your room and have
your pants off and wait for me. If I am over at the store, Rena will
call me over. If Rena's here, you give her your pants. Now take your
pants off right now."
I hesitantly looked up at my Mom. Again, she said, "I said take
your pants off now, Danny," but less patiently. With this I removed my
pants, exposing my underwear. Mom didn't seem to notice that I had on
only four pairs versus the six that she saw me put on this morning. Mom
reached down and picked up my pants. She folded them up and set them on
my bed.
"Now remove your underwear," she said.
"Do I have to take it off before you get here?" I asked her.
"Not unless you want to, but the point is, you will not be
wearing pants around the house, just diapers."
I hesitated again as I thought about not only exposing my
genitals, but the residual mess that was still on my butt even after I
pooped my pants in school.
"Come on, son, it hasn't been that long since I have seen you
naked," she said.
"Well, I'm sure things have changed since then," I said shyly,
having just recently entered puberty.
"Just take them off," my Mom told me with an impatient sigh. With
this I removed all four pairs of underwear. It didn't take long for my
Mom to notice the poop smeared into the seat and the crotch. It also
didn't help that I had a hard-on in spite of how uneasy I felt about
being naked in front of my Mom for longer than I could remember.
"I see that you couldn't wait," my Mom said.
"It was an accident," I said.
"And how many times I have heard *that* one before?" Mom said.
"Really, it was!" I pleaded. "You know I never use the toilets at
school unless I only have to pee. I tried to hold it, but--"
"Save it for another time," my Mom said, as she would not accept
my explanation. "I think this shows that you would just rather wear
diapers in school as well."
"No, Mom, I--"
"You told us you like to wear diapers, so I don't see what you're
whining about!"
"I can't wear diapers in school!" I said.
"You wore six pairs of underwear to school, that's close enough!"
Mom said.
"And the kids in P.E. laughed at me," I said.
"You knew they would, and you knew what you were getting into, so
there's no turning back now, son."
Mom then picked up my soiled underwear from the floor.
"I thought you wore six pairs," my Mom said as she pulled the
briefs apart and only counted four pairs.
"After I had the accident, I went to the nurse's office and
cleaned up, and two of the pairs were all stained and soaked, so I
threw them away."
"You didn't clean up very well," my Mom said as she showed me the
stained underwear. "I'd swear that you just pooped into your underwear
from the way it looks."
"There was a lot more than that before I cleaned up," I said. "It
was all over me, even up in the front."
"Oh? Well, then I guess you should be padded up really good if
you keep pooping as much as you said you did."
Mom then told me to lie down on my bed. She had laid an old towel
on it, which would serve as a changing pad, at least for the time
being.
"I might as well clean you up and give you a fresh start," Mom
said. She grabbed a container of wipes and then started wiping off my
butt and my balls. My dick sprung straight up as my Mom ran the wipe
through my butt crack and over my crotch. She wiped me several times.
She acted like my stiff penis wasn't any big deal to her, but she knew
that it concerned me as I kept my eyes fixed on its swollen head.
"You're just like any other boy," my Mom said. "You did the same
thing when I changed your diapers the first time around. And just when
I thought I was finally through with changing diapers until I have
grandchildren," Mom sighed.
Next, Mom sprinkled my entire butt and crotch as well as my
genitals with a generous shower of baby powder.
"What's the powder for?" I asked Mom.
"You don't want a rash, do you?"
"No," I said, not having considered this possible hazard with
wearing diapers.
"These diapers are going to stay on you for several hours at a
time, so you need to be powdered up good."
Mom then went to what had been my underwear drawer and she pulled
out several diapers. I couldn't tell how many she grabbed, but I had a
feeling that I would be wearing multiple diapers in much the same
manner I had worn multiple underpants. I recalled seeing how thick just
the one diaper was when Rena showed it to me. There was nothing subtle
about the way this matter was going to be handled.
Mom set the diapers on the bed next to me. I looked at the fluffy
white stack. I tried to count them, but the layers blended together and
it was hard to tell how many diapers there were. My Mom told me to lift
up as she slid the first diaper underneath my bottom. As I sat back
down I felt the warm, soft fabric of the diaper against my freshly
wiped skin. Mom drew the diaper up over me, and in doing so, the diaper
covered up my dick and balls. The diaper went farther up over my
stomach than I expected. Even my underwear, wearing it backwards with
the seat in the front, didn't come up as high as the diaper did. The
diaper overcame the deficiency that I found underwear had by not going
up as high on both ends. With the fly on my butt, the waistband of my
underwear barely went up far enough to cover my butt. The diaper, like
underwear, went up even higher in the rear as I could feel the top of
the fabric touching the middle of my back.
With the diaper enshrouding my body, Mom began sticking pins into
it. She pinned up the diaper using four pins on each side. The "seams"
that were formed by where the pins were inserted into the diaper
resembled the fly front of my underpants. Mom hadn't lost her touch,
and the diaper was very tight.
After the first diaper was pinned on, Mom repeated the process
and she pinned a second diaper over the first one, using the same
amount of pins.
"Why all the pins?" I asked my Mom.
"I don't want you taking these off," Mom said.
"I wasn't planning to," I said.
"I didn't think you would, but in case you change your mind and
decide to use the toilet, I want to make sure that I can deter you from
making such rash decisions, pardon the pun."
I didn't know when Mom would finish diapering me. She was serious
about it, that's for sure. The mass of cloth under my butt was getting
thicker and bulkier as each diaper went on. My legs had been apart this
whole time. I was beginning to feel the thickness of the diapers
pressing into my thighs, which would make my legs harder to close
together. As I lay there and watched my Mom add diapers on top of
diapers, I counted five of them that she had pinned on me. There was
one diaper left to go still. By the time Mom got it pinned on, she
could barely get the ends to reach so that the diaper would even fit.
"It looks like six is the limit," Mom said. "I think that's
plenty thick, son."
"And I thought six pairs of underwear was thick," I said.
"You might as well forget underwear for awhile," my Mom said. "I
was going to keep a few pairs and have you wear them in multiples to
school like John does, but now I can see that this won't be necessary
now. I'll just give it to Goodwill or the Salvation Army."
"You know, John's parents own a second-hand store," I said. "They
own Jenkins' Junk Joint. You could take my pants there."
"I know, you told me about it. I would take them there, but I'm
afraid you could get them back too easily and John could get them for
you in case you changed your mind."
"So what if I decide I do want my underwear back?" I asked my
Mom.
"Then you can go out and buy some yourself," my Mom said. "But
remember, you have to give the diapers a month, no less."
"Okay," I said. The reality of my decision to wear diapers for a
month was beginning to set in, especially as I thought about going to
school in them.
"Do you think I need this many diapers?" I asked my Mom.
"Probably not, but I just wanted to call more attention to the
fact that you're in diapers and that you have a tendency to wear your
undergarments in multiples."
I watched my Mom leave my room, taking my pants with her. I was
still on my bed lying down. Even as I sat up I realized how thick my
diapers were since all I could feel between my legs and beneath me was
a huge set of cloth. It was many times thicker than even the thickest
bunch of underpants that I had ever put on.
The real challenge came when I got up from my bed and tried to
walk. My legs were permanently forced apart by the huge diapers. I had
to waddle as I approached my door and opened it. I figured that Rena
would see me in diapers sooner or later, so I might as well get this
over with.
Just as I expected, when I entered the room, Rena pointed to me
and laughed. She was literally rolling on the floor, but I think she
was exaggerating just to make her point known.
"Danny! You look so funny in your diapers!" Rena said once she
finally brought her laughing down to a level that at least permitted
her to talk.
"They're so THICK!" she said. Mom watched from the kitchen.
"Be glad that they're as thick as they are, Rena," my Mom said.
"His diapers are going to be a real wet and stinky mess after he's been
in them for a few hours."
"Look at him, Mom!" Rena said, still laughing. "He can't even
walk in them!"
"He can't leave the house, not that he's about to go outside in
those diapers, anyway, so I wouldn't be too worried about walking
around much."
Rena came up to me and got a close-up look at my diapers.
"My gosh, you really diapered him up good, Mom!" Rena said. "How
many diapers did you put on him?"
"Six, it's all I could fit," Mom said.
"You've got such a cute-looking diaper-butt!" Rena said. "I'm
just glad I won't ever have to see what'll be underneath all those
layers!"
"You may have to change him sometime," my Mom said.
"I hope not," Rena said. "I'll just put more diapers on him if
that's the case."
After Rena got over her initial reaction to seeing me in diapers
she ran upstairs to her bedroom and called all her friends to tell them
that I was in diapers. I sat in the chair at the bottom of the stairs
and listened in on her conversation. She chose to call her friend Cindy
about it first.
"You should see him!" Rena cackled after she told Cindy about
what had happened before and during my first diapering. "They're very,
very thick and he waddles!... Yeah, I'll get some pictures!... When can
you come over?... Great!"
Her next call went to Dina, telling her more or less the same
things about what happened as she told Cindy. Next was Gina's turn to
be told. I climbed up the stairs and hid around the corner at the top
so that I could listen in. Unlike the other girls who lived several
miles away and were not old enough to drive yet, Gina was just a couple
blocks away, so she was most likely to be the first to see me.
"See ya' when you get here!" Rena said before she hung up the
phone.
I then entered the room.
"Danny, what have I told you about coming into my room without
knocking?"
"You do it all the time!" I said.
"It doesn't matter if I do it, Diaper-Danny!" Rena said. "What
are you afraid of, that I might see you in your underwear? You know, I
always wondered what you'd look like with a hundred pairs of underwear
on. With those diapers you have on I have a pretty good idea now!"
"Was that Gina you were talking to?" I asked.
"Why? Were you listening in?"
"Yeah," I said. I didn't have much to lose at this point.
"Yes, that was Gina, and she's coming over!"
"Is Justin coming with her?"
"She didn't say," Rena said. "Now get your diapered butt back
downstairs! I don't want you stinking up my room with your smelly
diapers!"
"I haven't done anything in them yet," I said.
"Yet," Rena quoted me. "I like how you said that, since you
*will* pee and poop in them eventually, and you *will* stink, even with
as many diapers as you're wearing. Since you didn't have any little
brothers or sisters, you don't know how much dirty diapers can smell!
You really stunk bad before when you were in diapers before, Danny."
Mom then came to the stairs and saw me standing at the top,
peeking into Rena's room.
"What are you doing upstairs, Danny?" Mom asked me.
"Talking to Rena," I said.
"Get down here and start your homework," Mom said. She then
hollered up to Rena.
"I'm going back to the store, Rena. Keep an eye on your little
brother!"
"I will!" Rena said.
"You can't miss him, his white-diapered butt tends to stand out
rather nicely!"
"Mom!" I said.
"Get used to it, son," my Mom said. "Now come back down here."
I went back downstairs, barely able to navigate the stairs as my
thick diapers made it more difficult to step my way to the bottom. I
held onto the banister more tightly. At least I knew I was more
cushioned in the event of falling. Mom patted me on the butt when I
reached the bottom of the stairs and then she returned to working at
the store. I went into my room to grab my homework. I took it to the
kitchen table where I always worked on it. I decided I would get the
math assignment done first.
Just as I got settled down I realized that I had forgotten to get
something to drink, so I got back up and waddled over to the cabinet to
grab a glass, then to the refrigerator/freezer for some ice and a Coke.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
Rena came running down the stairs, assuming that Gina had been at
the door. Even if it wasn't Gina, Rena would have welcomed the
opportunity to let whoever it was see me in diapers. Right away she
invited her expected guest inside, and of course, Justin was there,
too. I remained seated at the kitchen table as Rena led Gina into the
kitchen. She took a look underneath the table and mostly saw my bare
legs and only a small portion of my huge diapers, like the tip of the
iceberg, if you will.
"Don't be shy, Danny, let's see those diapers!" she said. I
looked at her as well as Justin, feeling embarrassed. Rena then came up
behind me and pulled my chair away from the table, which was easy to do
as the chair was on casters.
"I see your diapers, Danny!" Gina said. "You look funny!"
Justin kept standing there, shaking his head in disbelief that I
was really wearing diapers now.
"Where do they get diapers to fit somebody your size?" Justin
asked me, not that he wanted them, too in spite of my wishes.
"I don't know where my Mom got them," I said. "Apparently there
must be other kids like me who wear them, or they wouldn't make them."
"Whatever," Justin said. "I'm just glad it's not me that has to
wear them."
"I'm sorry about all this," I said to Justin. "I thought you
might understand why I feel this way."
I was hoping that maybe Justin would forgive me and offer his
friendship again. All he did was ask me to get his Def Leppard tape
that he had left at my house.
"That's all I came over for, and I wanted to see what you looked
like in your diapers!"
"Well, now you've seen me," I said.
"I wish you knew just how silly you look in those things!"
I went into my room, waddling as I walked, and located the tape
that Justin asked me for. I handed it to him and he stuck it in his
coat pocket. Without saying goodbye, he went out the door and left.
Meanwhile, Gina went upstairs with Rena while I worked on my
homework. After an hour of it I decided to take a break. I went over to
the TV and played some Yars Revenge on the Atari. While I was sitting
there I needed to pee. Since I had no choice but to use the diapers and
that I was having a good game anyway, I wet myself while sitting on the
living room floor. I concentrated on the way my pee coated my balls and
dripped down into the crotch. It was different and unusual to do this,
but I knew over time I would get used to it.
I had been playing for about twenty minutes, when suddenly I saw
a flash from the middle of the stairs out of the corner of my eye. Rena
had taken a picture of me in my diapers while I was seated in front of
the TV playing video games. I was so engrossed in the game that I had
no idea she was there.
"Gotcha!" Rena said. I would have gotten up and gone after her to
take the camera away from her, but I was having my best game ever, and
the Atari 2600 didn't have any way to pause a game in progress. At
least in Yars Revenge the game would display the score and wait until
you resumed play after either making a kill or getting killed, so until
I nailed the beast, Rena got some more pictures of me. When I had a
chance I got up to get the camera from her. While I was standing up
with my butt turned Rena got another shot of me.
"Give me that camera!" I demanded.
"I got some pictures! I got some pictures!" she taunted. She then
tossed the camera to Gina, making a game of keep-away as they kept
tossing the camera back and forth over my head. I tried to catch it,
but I missed it each time. My movement was encumbered by my diapers. My
sisters moved around me unimpeded. Gina snapped a quickie of me while
she had the camera. I then went after her. She stuck the camera into
her blouse, knowing that I would not touch her in this manner in order
to get the camera from her. She then tossed it back over to Rena. I
then chased her around the living room a couple times until she went
outside, knowing that I would not go out there in diapers. I was
standing at the door, unsuspecting of Gina as she shoved me outside and
closed the door behind me. I tried to get back inside, but Gina had
locked the door. I ran around to the back door, only to discover that
Gina had locked it as well. While I was running, Rena got some more
pictures of me. She took the last couple shots when I was desperately
trying to get back into the house.
"You locked me out!" I said.
"I know, Gina said proudly. Rena tried to snap one last picture
of me standing there, but the camera would not click.
"Out of film, damn!" Rena said. She then removed the film and
handed the camera back to me.
"You can have the camera back now," Rena said as she tucked the
film roll into her pocket. I was getting cold as I had nothing on but a
T-shirt and lots of diapers.
"Let me back in!" I said as I held my arms around me.
"I hope you have your keys, Rena!" Gina said. "I think Danny's
getting cold."
"I don't have them," Rena said.
"Can you get them from Mom?" I asked.
"Sure, we're going over to the store anyway to drop off this
film! I can't wait to see what these pictures will look like!"
I went into my dad's workshop to get out of the blustery wind,
although it was still just as cold in there as it was outside. I peed
my diapers some more while I was waiting. The warmth of my pee only
made me feel warmer where my diapers were already retaining my body
heat. My bare legs were still cold.
A couple minutes later Rena came back to the house with the keys
and let me in. Rena then returned the keys to Mom. I went over to the
heater and sat in front of it to warm up. Yars Revenge awaited my
return as the game sounds droned steadily. After the heat kicked off I
went back to playing the rest of the game.
The rest of the evening passed much like any other evening, just
that I wasn't wearing any pants. After Dad closed the store and came
home he looked at me in my diapers.
"So you finally got what you wanted," my Dad said.
"Yeah, I did," I said back to him. Dad then looked at me for a
few seconds more and then he went to the refrigerator to get his beer.
I had finished up my homework and went to my room to play with my Legos
until Mom had dinner ready.
After I ate dinner I felt the need to poop coming on. I was
sitting in the living room watching TV with Rena (Knight Rider). She
looked up at me repeatedly just to remind herself of how heavily
diapered I was. I sat on the couch with my knees spread apart, exposing
the crotch of my diapers. While Rena was looking, I released a big load
of shit, which was signaled by a muted fart. It was the first poop I
had deposited into the diapers, having wet them several times before
that.
"You just pooped, I could hear it!" Rena said to me. A moment
later she said, "and I can smell it! I thought I'd never have to smell
anything through those thick diapers of yours."
After the TV show was over I got up and went to my room. I was
getting hard and horny from the feeling of having just taken my first
shit in my new diapers. I closed the door and I lay on my bed. I then
rubbed myself through the thick diapers. My thoughts about being in
shitty, thick diapers all afternoon were so intense, and it didn't even
take more than a minute to bring myself to ejaculation. It felt so
wonderful as I envisioned what I looked like and what John would look
like in real diapers. After I rested from my orgasm I got up and called
John to tell him about my day. I was even allowed to invite him over
after school, so I was looking forward to this.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 13- Diapered In School
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All throughout the night I remained dressed in the same set of
poopy diapers that I had on since after I had gotten home from school
the day before. By the time Mom came in to my room to wake me up for
school I was such a stinky mess and the diapers were so wet. They were
completely soaked to the outermost layer in the front and in the back.
I never realized that I peed so much in that amount of time. Upon
pulling back the covers of my bed I was immediately reminded of the
condition of my diapers by the strong odors that greeted my nose. I
looked down at my diapers, and as wet and messy as they felt, there was
hardly any visual indication that they had been used at all. The sight
of my thick diapers bulging from my crotch gave me morning wood and I
started to play with myself. I was about halfway to an orgasm when I
stopped, as my Mom came back in to see if I was awake.
"Get up, Danny, you don't have a lot of time," my Mom said. With
this I got out of my bed and waddled out to the kitchen. Rena stared at
me and asked me how I felt sleeping in diapers all night long. Too
tired to respond, I didn't say anything.
"I can smell you from here," she said from across the kitchen.
"Hurry up and eat your breakfast and then go clean yourself up,"
Mom told me. I quickly ate the oatmeal that my Mom had ready for me and
then I went into the bathroom. The first thing I did was brush my
teeth. Then I pulled off my plastic pants and I unpinned the diapers,
letting them fall to the floor. I placed these in the bucket that had
been furnished in the bathroom for this purpose. I stepped in the
shower and cleaned myself off. I turned my butt to the shower spray so
that it could cleanse me of my poop. I held my butt cheeks apart for
added effectiveness. Once I was sure I was clean down there I washed my
hair and finished my shower. I left the bathroom holding a towel around
me as I walked to my bedroom where Mom would put a diaper on me before
going to school.
Mom didn't seem too happy that she had to start diapering me in
the morning before I left for school, and she told me that if I were
going to start wearing diapers all the time I would have to start
diapering myself.
"That is, if you still want to wear diapers a month from now," my
Mom added. "Perhaps a day of wearing them in school will change your
mind about this whole thing."
Mom decided to put two diapers on me.
"You think I can wear two?" I asked her.
"Your butt will look big and it'll make your pants fit tightly,
but at least you won't need your belt now," she said. After she had two
diapers and plastic pants on me she left the room and came back with my
pants. She handed them to me and watched me try to put them on. I
couldn't get the pants to cover the last two inches of my diapers, Even
more of my diapers were exposed in the rear due to the higher rise back
there. The fly of my pants had to remain undone.
"I can't go to school like this!" I interjected to Mom. "Can you
take one of the diapers off?"
"No time for that, Danny," my Mom said. "Besides, I'm getting you
some bigger pants, so you'll just have to get by on what you have on
today.
I still had my white undershirt on, so when I changed it for a
shirt to wear to school. I found the longest shirt that I had. Even it
could not reliably cover the top portion of my pants enough to not
reveal the fact that I had diapers on. It was easy to see the bulge
around my waist.
I resigned myself to what would lie ahead of me today. I put on
my socks and my shoes and then I grabbed my jacket and my book bag and
headed to the bus. As expected, everyone at the bus stop knew about me
wearing multiple underpants as well as the poop accident I had
yesterday, so I got plenty of teasing from this.
"I see your mommy diapered you today!" said one of the girls. The
other three or four girls who were with her all laughed. I tried to
ignore them, but they would not leave me alone.
"You're not talking to us," the girl said.
"Oh wait, babies don't talk. Since you're wearing diapers, that
makes you a baby, and babies don't go to school, so what are you doing
here?"
"Be quiet," I mumbled.
"Danny's wearing dia-pers! Danny's wearing dia-pers!" the girls
taunted as they stood before me in a half-circle. They then started
dancing around me, making a big show of it. They continued doing this
until the bus showed up. Once on the bus, things weren't any better,
and when I got to school, it seemed that everybody who made any contact
with me at all said something about me wearing diapers or pooping in my
underwear or something related to my predicament. All throughout my
morning classes kids kept staring at the big bulge in my pants, knowing
that I was either wearing diapers or a whole lot more underpants than I
had on the day before. Many of the kids also teased me about my fly
being undone, and further being unable to close it up because of my
diapers.
During my first class I had to pee really badly. Under these
circumstances I usually I thought about using the bathroom upon the
next passing period, feeling confident that I could hold it until then,
but I knew that to hold it until the end of class was out now since I
had diapers on. I figured that it didn't make any difference where or
when I peed, so I might as well let it go now.
In spite of having to piss, I jus could not get the flow going
while sitting in the classroom with other kids around me. Funny how
after having a poop accident yesterday I should be able to handle
wetting my diaper, but it just wasn't happening. The teacher scolded me
when he saw that I was not paying attention to the lesson. By the time
the bell rang, my diapers were still dry and my bladder was full.
I figured that perhaps I could pee if I was at least in the
environment that I was used to peeing in, the restroom. I went into the
boys' room and I located a vacant urinal. I opened my pants and stood
before it, leaving my dick buried in the diapers as there was no way I
could get to it unless I released the pins of my diapers, which of
course, would have thus defeated the purpose of having diapers on.
It didn't take long for other boys to see that I was out of my
element, as it seemed, for a diaper-wearer to be standing before a
urinal.
"Hey, Danny, get out of here!" the kid shouted at me.
"Yeah, why aren't you using your diapers?" his colleague added.
"Well, I'm not used to using them, so I came in here, since it's
what I'm used to," I answered weakly, but honestly. The kids mimicked
me in a whiny voice.
"So I guess your mommy has to un-potty train you now," the brat
said. Other boys came in and teased me about wearing diapers and being
in the bathroom. Some of them pushed and shoved me.
"Hey Danny, this is the bathroom! You wear diapers, so you don't
belong here!"
Just as I tried to make an exit, Tom came in. The sight of his
ugly face and sinister grin made my heart skip a beat or two.
"Shit!" I thought. "This won't be fun."
"Danny, Diaper Danny!" Tom greeted me. "What a surprise to see
you in the bathroom!"
"Look, I just had to wash my hands," I said, making up an excuse.
Not that it mattered.
"Let's see those diapers!" Tom said as he cornered me.
"You can already see them!" Tom's friend remarked. "Look at how
they stick out in his pants!"
"Hey Danny, your fly's undone!" Tom said. Instinctively, I looked
down to examine it.
"You should get some bigger pants for those diapers!" Tom said as
he smacked me in the face while I was looking down.
"Yeah, and since your diapers are showing anyway, you might as
well just take your pants off!"
Tom used his threatening stance and his evil, chilling stare to
paralyze me in fear. I stood there in the corner helpless and frozen as
Tom reached for my pants and undid them. He then pulled them down to my
knees and stood back.
Tom and his friend then started busting up laughing as they
exposed my diapers.
"Hey Danny, your diapers are showing!" Tom said.
"I think he's wet," his friend commented. "Maybe we should go
call his mommy so she can come change him!"
Other boys saw me with my diapers exposed as I tried to get my
pants pulled up. Tom and his friend then left the bathroom continuing
their laughter and probably telling everyone they ran into what they
did to me.
I wanted to cry, but I refused to let anyone see that I was
bothered by Tom's spiteful actions. I finally got my pants back on so
that most of my diapers were covered up. I still had yet to go back to
my locker to get my books for the next class. I was marked tardy for
the day as a result. As it was Mr. Eaton's class, who had marked me
late once already for forgetting my books, this made for my second
tardy in his class, the latter incident being a legitimate late
arrival.
I still hadn't yet peed in my diaper. I sat through the first
half of class trying to coax my bladder to produce a urine stream. I
tried to imagine myself standing before a urinal, but this wasn't
working, so being seated, I imagined sitting on the toilet instead.
This must have worked as I finally overcame the inhibitions that
prevented me from peeing in my diapers in the middle of class. I let it
out all at once, virtually flooding the entire diaper from front to
back. Within a minute or so I was wearing a very soaked set of diapers.
I wasn't sure how well the two diapers would absorb the wetness.
I discreetly ran my hands down into my crotch. Hoping that my pants
would still be dry, I felt that my pants were warm, wet and damp.
"Oh no!" I thought to myself. I then tried to be discreet as I
examined my crotch and saw where the wetness had spread. The kids in
the desks on each side of me could tell that I was checking myself.
"Uh, I think Danny has a problem over here!" a kid rudely
interrupted Mr. Eaton.
"Brian, I will have *NO* interruptions while I am talking up
here, do you understand?!" he was scolded sharply by Mr. Eaton, or "Mr.
Eat Shit" as he was often called.
"Yes, sir," Brian replied to Mr. Eaton, surreptitiously flipping
him the bird from under his desk with one hand and moving his other
hand over his crotch as if to be jacking off.
I could feel that the wetness had spread back to my butt. Even
though I was wearing dark pants, which helped to conceal much of the
wetness, it was still plainly visible that my pants were wet. Mr. Eaton
then handed out the assignment to be done in class. It was not easy to
concentrate on the assignment, as I was preoccupied with my wet pants
and my much wetter diapers.
Just before the class was over, Mr. Eaton sounded the bell on his
desk, indicating that time was up and to hand our papers forward.
"Oh, dammit!" I thought to myself as I realized that I had hardly
completed half of the exercises.
"Danny, when I sound the bell, that means stop writing this
instant, and turn your paper in," Mr. East Shit said in his most anal
retentive voice. I handed my paper to the student in front of me, but
she wasn't paying any attention.
"Just bring it to me now," Mr. Eaton said. I didn't want to get
up and show my wet butt to the class but I had to. As I got up I went
around to the last row and walked with my rear end facing the wall. I
then kept my butt turned to the blackboard as I approached Mr. Eaton.
Everyone could tell that I was trying to hide something. I went back to
my desk walking the same way.
"Is there a reason you are walking that way?" Mr. Eaton asked me.
"Yes, there is," I said. He didn't ask me to specify what it was,
though. Instead, another student took the liberty to announce this to
the class.
"Yeah, Danny peed his pants and his butt is wet!" A round of
laughter ensued as expected.
"I will not tolerate that vulgar language in my classroom,
Robert," Mr. Eaton scolded the boy. With this, he wrote up a hall pass
ordering him to visit the vice-principal.
"Aww, come on, Mr. Eaton!" Robert protested, whispering "Mr. Eat
Shit" under his breath. His whining was ignored as Mr. Eaton banished
him from the classroom.
My pants were still visibly damp when I left Mr. Eaton's
classroom. I tried to walk as closely to the wall as I could, but with
all the kids opening and closing their lockers, this was difficult to
do. Of course everyone saw my wet butt, which stood out enough as it
was from the diapers. I tried to ignore the comments the best I could,
but kids in junior high were merciless if they had someone to put down
and had a good reason to do so.
During the fifteen-minute break that followed Mr. Eaton's class I
went to the cafeteria to get some milk and a cinnamon roll and to meet
with John. I caught up with him in the cafeteria where we sat down for
a few minutes.
"You had an accident, I can see," John said. I wanted to say "no
shit, really?" but he was my only ally in this school-full of malicious
miscreants.
"I can't believed they leaked on me," I said.
"Everybody's talking about you," John said.
"Tell me about it," I said. "Why do I let myself get into these
messes?"
"Because if you want something bad enough, you'll do just about
anything to get it," John said.
"I don't know if it was worth it," I said. "I could have just
kept pooping my underwear at home without anyone knowing about it."
"Yeah, and you'd be constantly fighting these urges and wishing
your parents would let you wear diapers."
"I just don't think I can handle wearing them at school.
Everybody thinks I'm a loser anyway, so I didn't think I had much to
lose. Now they think I'm an even bigger loser because I wear diapers."
"Well, you've burned your bridge now," John said. "Even if you do
stop coming to school in diapers, everybody will remember it and
they'll never let you forget that they remember."
Kurt and Loren then stopped by our table.
"Hey, diaper boys!" Kurt said as he came up to us.
"I heard you wet your pants," Kurt said to me.
"Go away, Kurt," I said to him.
"Fine, I will," he said. "I got better things to do than hang
around with a diaper-wearing pants-pisser like yourself, anyway."
While I had gotten used to hearing kids I either hated anyway or
felt neutral about saying such things, it hurt to hear a former friend
say these words. Loren came up behind me and lifted my shirt and
exposed my diapers. They stood out very conspicuously above my pants.
"Hey look everyone!" Loren shouted. "Danny's wearing diapers!"
"Then why did he still wet his pants?!" a kid at a nearby table
shouted, causing everyone else to laugh.
"Knock it off!" I said to Loren. "Let go of my shirt!"
Loren stood there and held my shirt up, continuing his announcing
to everyone that I had diapers on. I tried to pull my shirt out of his
hand, but he had a tight grip on it. Fortunately for me a teacher came
by and told Loren to leave me alone. I quickly finished my cinnamon
roll and my milk and returned to class, which was band.
The hardest part of the day was yet to come, P.E. class. I didn't
want to go at all, but I knew I had no choice. I slowly entered the
locker room, hesitant to remove my pants. Virtually everybody in the
school had heard that I wear diapers now, but only the lucky few in my
row in the locker room would have the opportunity to see me wearing
them, so of course they were all waiting and watching as I hesitated to
pull my pants down. I refused to take my pants off or even my shirt as
it was covering the top portions of my diapers sticking above my pants.
The boys who had already changed into their P.E. clothes crowded around
at the end of the row to see what I looked like in diapers.
Mr. Berg then came by to break up the group.
"C'mon, boys, let's get a move on!" he shouted as Mr. Lowe, the
assistant coach, herded everyone into the gymnasium as it was too cold
and rainy outside to play on the field. Mr. Berg stood there, staring
at me sternly.
"Crossman, you got a problem?" he asked me, addressing me by my
last name as he did the other students.
"I didn't want everyone to see what I'm wearing," I said with my
head low.
"Why, what you got on?" he asked with a change in the tone of his
voice. He gave me a knowing nod, as if he already knew that I was
wearing diapers. Either he had picked it up from the other students or
he could see the bulge in my pants.
I paused and then said, "I'm wearing diapers."
"Ahh, lots of my boys have come into this locker room in
diapers," Mr. Berg said as if he had been prepared to mention this.
"Really?" I said.
"Oh yes, it's more common than you think," he said. "I don't know
what your reason is to wear them, but I know how you feel, having to
undress in front of the others and having diapers on for the first
time. It's happened before, lots of times in my twenty-seven years of
coaching boys' gym classes."
"You mean where kids just show up in diapers one day?" I asked.
"You betcha!" Mr. Berg said with affirmation. I became curious as
to what the circumstances were for these other boys. Mr. Berg put me
more at ease and explained that there were boys who had gotten into
accidents or just had problems with getting to the toilet. Still, I
didn't want to dress down, but Mr. Berg prompted me to get going and he
said, "come on and get ready now and join the others."
"Mr. Berg?" I asked him politely, having earned his trust now.
"Yes?" he asked patiently.
"Is it all right if I sit out this one today?"
"Now now," he said, having lost some of the compassionate tone in
which he had been speaking. "You'll have to strip to your diapers
sooner or later. But I'll let you use that little room over there."
Mr. Berg pointed to small cubicle that was mostly empty except
for a couple of chairs and a set of lockers. I had been curious what
this room was used for.
"You can take all your stuff from your locker out here and store
it in a locker in there."
With this, Mr. Berg left me to undress and meet up with him and
the other boys. I opened my locker and grabbed my gym clothes. I
transferred everything, including the lock, to the other room. I saw
that some of the other lockers in the small room already had locks on
them. It was apparent that there were some other boys in this school
who wore diapers, especially as I saw that in some of the lockers were
packages of diapers, which I had only seen for babies and old folks. It
was a surprise to see that there were disposable diapers available for
older kids.
I selected a vacant locker and opened the door. I took off my
shirt and my pants. With my pants off I examined them to see where I
had gotten them wet. The wet spots were mostly dried up now. I examined
my diapers and I ran my finger underneath the plastic pants and my
diapers were still very wet. I hoped I wouldn't have to pee more today
since I was afraid that the diapers would leak more from their state of
solid saturation.
I knew I was dawdling and I had to get going, so I slipped my
shorts over my diaper and then put my gym shirt on. I stuffed my street
clothes in the locker and then put my shoes on. I left the locker room
and located the others out in the gymnasium.
We were playing basketball today, which at least I had a better
idea of what the game was about. I still sucked at it, and so did John.
The teams had already been selected. There was an odd number on one of
the teams. Luckily John was on this team, so I got to talk to him as we
pretended to be involved in the game.
All throughout the class period the kids kept grabbing at my
shorts and pulling them down on me as well as John, exposing the thick
set of underpants he had on. The girls, who were running around the
perimeter of the gym, were laughing as they caught me a couple of times
with my diapers showing.
Mr. Berg wasn't going to put up with this any longer. He blew his
whistle and ordered everyone to stop and face him.
"I will not tolerate anyone pulling another student's shorts
down!" he said firmly like a drill sergeant. He then called forward the
kids that he had caught and made them do pushups for the rest of the
class period. This stopped the physical harassment, but the verbal
harassment continued throughout the class.
I felt an urge to poop coming on. I had tried to squeeze my butt
cheeks together to hold it back, but my diapers made this harder to do.
I knew I would have to poop in the diapers sooner or later, so while I
was standing on the sideline away from the activity I let my poop loose
and filled my diapers. It didn't take long for the other kids to smell
me, so they teased me about being so stinky.
While I was standing there I was approached by Lisa Gunther, a
girl who had a crush on me since the fifth grade. Either that, or she
just like to tease me and pretended that she liked me.
"Danny Boy!" she said, singing the words to the song of the same
name, a song I had quickly learned to hate.
"I bet you look cute in your diapers!" she said. She then pulled
my shorts down. She stood back and laughed. Mr. Berg wasn't looking as
he was preoccupied with some other students.
"Leave me alone!" I snapped as I pulled my shorts back up.
"Phew!" Lisa exclaimed as she held her nose. "Don't tell me that
you really *use* your diapers, too, Danny!" Lisa said. Without needing
to answer her, she knew that I did, in fact use the diapers as well as
wore them. If she did have a crush on me, she didn't now. After all,
what junior-high-aged girl would want to flirt with a boy with a big
load of shit under his shorts?
When it came time to shower we all took two laps around the gym
first. I ran alongside John. It wasn't easy for me to run in wet and
now freshly pooped-in diapers. John mentioned that his "diapers" were
wet and poopy, too, but he seemed to be handling it okay.
"Of course, you've seen how many pairs of underwear I put on,
too," he added.
When we got back to the locker room I went into the private room.
I wasn't sure that I wanted to take my dirty diapers off to go shower
and then put the same dirty diapers back on. Not only that, but even
though I was isolated from the other students, I wasn't out of their
view as the room did not have a door on it. They were teasing me and
talking about me from the main locker room. John was taking off his
underpants. I could tell that he had soiled his briefs well. He set the
dirty pairs on the bench, grossing out the other kids next to him. It
made me wonder why John didn't use the little room that I was in.
I would have thought that John would go to the shower to clean
off his bum, but instead he cleaned himself up there in close proximity
to the others. It was easy to see why the other kids left him alone and
avoided him. He put his dirty underwear into a plastic bag and then
started putting clean underwear on. He had put on at least two dozen
pairs before putting his plastic pants back on.
I never did go to the shower. I just took my shorts off as well
as my gym shirt and replaced these with my street clothes. I used the
rest of the time to watch John get dressed. I was getting hard as I
watched his underwear go from one lone thin pair of Hanes to a thick,
white conglomeration of Hanes, Fruit of the Loom, BVD and underwear
from various department and discount stores such as Sears, JC Penney,
and my favorite, K-Mart, with the higher rise, the wide, strong
waistband and the bold solid red or black stripe as it varied from pair
to pair. He preferred to wear these on the top, as did I, in my pre-
diaper days, and for the same reasons. I considered the waistbands and
the wide array of stripe patterns that were available to be an
additional turn-on with wearing multiple underpants, so with wearing
real diapers now, I did miss this distinctive feature of boys'
underwear as well as the fly front.
Lunch hour was hell. Hardly thirty seconds could pass without
someone calling me and John names for being diaper-wearers, pants-
poopers, pants-pissers, babies, etc. Junior high was a hostile place to
be if you wore diapers, as I was finding out. Worst of all was the fact
that I smelled so bad and kids were teasing me about this, too. My
odors caught the attention of several students in my social studies and
my math classes.
I was so glad to hear the final bell ring. I had invited John to
come over after school, so at least I had him on the bus with me to
keep me company. Now that we were off the bus and away from the other
kids for awhile, it was time for John and me to have some fun with our
diapers again.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 14- An Afternoon with John
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John came into my house with me. It was his first time visiting
here. He met my sister Rena and my mother, who had seen him before when
she had picked me up from his house.
"So you're the John that started all this," Rena said to him.
"Yep, that's me," he said proudly.
My Mom then looked at me and said, "ahem." I knew that from the
position of her eyes being on my legs she meant that it was time for me
to take off my pants and wait for her to come change me. John went into
my room with me. I took off my pants and let him see the diapers that I
was wearing, being that he didn't get to see me wearing them in the
locker room, at least not up close.
"What do you think?" I said to John. "Do you want to try wearing
real diapers? They work a lot better."
"I might," he said. "But I do like my underwear since it has
things on it that I like, like stripes on the waistbands and fly
fronts. What I really like is the double-layered seat, because it makes
the butt stand out more, especially when you put on a bunch of pairs,
and it lets others see that you have to have extra layers there for
poop, and it's something you never see on girls' underwear. It's a
boy's thing!"
John then took off his pants and he tossed them on top of mine.
He was now in his plastic pants and two dozen pairs of underwear. They
were soaked with urine as I could see that some of it had pooled up in
the bottom of his plastic pants. Even though I couldn't see it through
his thick set of underpants, there was no doubt that he was ripe and
ready to change.
My Mom then came into the room and prepared to change my diapers.
"Do you need me to leave?" John asked my Mom politely.
"That won't be necessary, John," my Mom said. "You're dressed
about the same way as Danny is, anyway."
I lay on my bed and I watched as Mom went to my drawers and
grabbed a handful of diapers, which, upon pulling them out of the
drawer, became an armful of diapers. Mom was really planning to do some
serious diapering today for some reason.
"Do you put *all* those diapers on him?" John asked my Mom
curiously. I noticed John grabbing at his crotch as he asked this.
"I do when he's home," my Mom said. She took my plastic pants off
and removed the diapers. John was watching intently, unable to resist
the urge to rub himself as he observed the various actions my Mom was
performing. The diapers came off and my hard-on, smothered in shit, was
exposed. My Mom sighed as she realized what task was ahead of her.
"You know, son, this was a lot easier when you were four," my Mom
commented. "And I hated it then, knowing you should have been potty
trained."
"I'm a boy, what did you expect?" I remarked.
"Even most boys are out of diapers by then," Mom replied. "I
didn't expect to be changing your diapers again eight years later,
that's for sure."
Mom cleaned me off and then she powdered up the areas of my body
that would be covered in diapers until the next time I was to be
changed. With as many diapers as my Mom was going to put on me, I had a
feeling that my next diaper change was not due until tomorrow morning.
John continued to watch as Mom put the diapers on over me and
pinned them up, one at a time. With each layer added, the tent in the
front of the diaper formed by my erect penis became less and less
conspicuous until all I could see in front of me between my widely
spread legs was a smooth, heaping mound of white cloth tightly
stretched over my stomach. The last diaper was finally pinned on. I got
up as Mom handed me my plastic pants to put on myself. She then picked
up my pants as well as John's, though neither of us had noticed she had
done so.
Mom then told me to stay put.
"What else are you doing?" I asked my Mom.
"Just stay where you are. I'll be right back."
Mom came back into the room with a measuring tape. She measured
my waist with my diapers on so that she could determine what size of
pants I was going to wear over my diapers, at least that's what I
thought.
"Hmm, 41 inches," my Mom said. Last I checked, my waist measured
only 30 inches.
"You're kidding," I said to Mom, astonished by the difference in
the two measurements.
"Amazing what wearing a few diapers can do to your figure," my
Mom said.
"Are you going to have me wear this many diapers under my pants?"
"Probably not, I just wanted to see how big your pants would need
to be in case you did need to wear pants over them, but I don't think
that will be necessary, so I'll try to find some pants that are a
little smaller than what I measured you at."
"Well, I'll be back soon with your new pants, Danny," my Mom
said.
Just as my Mom left, John asked my Mom if it was okay for him to
wear my diapers, too and if she could put them on him.
"Sorry, John, but I only want Danny wearing his diapers," my Mom
said.
"Well, I do need to change," he said. "I didn't think to bring
any extra underwear," John said.
"Would you like to take Danny's underwear?" my Mom asked him.
"You bet!" John said eagerly.
"Lucky for you that you got them when you did, or they would have
gone to the Salvation Army," my Mom said to him. From what I could hear
in my room, Mom went outside and out to the car to retrieve the bag
that contained all of my underwear.
While I was sitting and waiting I looked in my closet and noticed
that there was a large gap between two sets of shirts. I got up and saw
that my other pants were also missing.
Mom came back in with the bag and told John, "Here, they're all
yours."
"Thanks, Mrs. Crossman," John said.
"Uhh, Mom?" I asked her as she was leaving.
"Yes, Danny?"
"Did you take all of my pants, too?" I asked.
"Yes, since you won't need them anymore."
"What about when the month is over?" I asked.
"Don't tell me you're having second thoughts about wearing
diapers, Danny," my Mom said.
"Well, no, but..."
"Then you won't need your pants," Mom said as she left again.
"What if I *do* change my mind?" I asked.
"Then you can buy your own pants, too, just like you'll have to
buy your own underwear," my Mom said. Now she was gone for good.
John asked me if he could change right there in my room.
"Go ahead, your poop might improve the smell in here," I said
with a bit of a laugh.
I doubt that," John said.
I watched John strip off his underwear. His wet and soiled
underwear formed a big pile on my bedroom floor as he removed his
briefs in sets of four or five pairs at a time. He removed the last
pairs and exposed his poop-covered butt.
"How are you going to clean up?" I asked him. He reached into the
bag that contained what was once my underwear and he used one of the
briefs to clean off his butt.
"That's good enough," he said as he still had a good amount of
filth on his bum. He then started putting underpants on, taking them
straight from the bag. He put on three pairs and then he stopped.
"Is that all you're wearing?" I asked, expecting him to put on
much more.
"Oh no, I'll wear more, lots more," he said. "You ought to know
me better than that."
John then emptied my underpants out onto my floor.
"Help me sort them by size," he said. "I want to put the larger
pairs on over the smaller pairs, you know."
I helped John sort out the briefs. As I examined the labels on
each pair I thought about how these underpants were no longer mine. At
least they were going to someone I knew would appreciate them.
By the time we were done we had formed three piles of underwear
in sizes 12, 14 and 16. John started with the size 12 pairs,
alternating every other pair as he always did. He then put the size 14
pairs on the right way, topping these off with all of the 16's that
once I had, which was only six pairs, the newest underwear that my Mom
had picked up for me shortly before I got put into diapers. They still
gleamed of their newness, not having yet been tarnished by normal wear
or from being shit in several times. John had on over thirty pairs of
underwear by the time he got done.
"I really like your underwear," John said as he rubbed his
thickly padded front. "It feels good, and I can't wait to poop in it
and then jack off in it."
I watched John bend over to retrieve his plastic pants. Seeing
that he was wearing what used to be my underwear, this gave me a good
idea of what my own underwear looked like from the rear when I wore it
in such big bunches. I looked at all the legbands bunched together as
well as the varying stripe patterns from the waistbands that ran high
across his back. Where his butt met with his crotch I could see the
thick folds of fabric bunched up tightly over his butt, eager to catch
the flood of feces that was due to fill the briefs soon. John then
slipped his plastic pants over the briefs. John and I thought that we
had been alone, but we then realized that Rena had been watching us all
this time.
"Having fun, boys?" Rena asked us.
"Rena!" I said.
"What's it matter that I'm watching you guys?" Rena said. "Like I
said, you're in your underwear anyway, so you shouldn't be concerned
about privacy anymore."
"Yeah, I don't even have a door on my bedroom," John said to
Rena. "C.J. needed to replace the door in her room and we decided that
I didn't need mine because of what I wear and that C.J. sees me naked
all the time, anyway."
"So how long were you watching us?" I asked Rena.
"Ever since Mom diapered you," Rena said. "I sneaked away each
time Mom left your room so she wouldn't see me."
Rena then gave each of us a snap on our plastic pants and then
left the room.
"Can I use your washing machine?" John asked as he looked down at
his shit-in and pissed-in underwear on my floor. I waddled out to the
wash room and retrieved a basket for him to use. He loaded his
underwear into it and carried it out to the wash room. He dumped the
pile of dirty briefs into the washing and added detergent.
John and I then played some Atari games for a while. After
warming up with a couple short games of Dodge 'Em and Space Invaders we
agreed on Pac-Man. Since both of us were good at Pac-Man we decided to
play against each other to see who could get the highest score. We
spent an hour playing just one game, and we weren't even interrupted by
any need to use the bathroom. While we were sitting there in our
respective versions of our diapers we both peed and pooped ourselves.
It was enough to get Rena's attention as she entered the room to watch
us.
"Peee-yoo!" Rena said. "Do I smell a stinky butt in here, or
what!" she commented.
"He did it!" we each said at the same time as we pointed to each
other.
"You're smelling two stinky butts!" John said as he sat up and
pointed to his butt while showing it to Rena. "Betcha's mine's
smellier!"
"I don't know if I can get used to smelling two diaper-shitters
around here!" Rena said. "But at least it looks cute!"
"Cuter than having toilets strapped to our butts," John
commented. Rena laughed at this.
"Who's winning?" Rena asked us as she watched us play some more.
"I am," I said. "But John's about to overtake me."
"I see," Rena said. "At least you don't have to get up and use
the bathroom anymore."
"I know, isn't it nice to be in diapers now?" I said, directing
my comment at John. Rena took it as being addressed to her.
"Count me out," she said. "Diapers are for little boys and little
brothers!" Rena said. "That's what C.J. told me at school."
"She's right!" John said.
"Now that you're in diapers, Danny, you'll never get away from
this Atari," Rena said.
"I'll need to be changed eventually," I said.
"Maybe in a week, seeing how Mom diapered you," Rena said. She
then grabbed the waistband of my plastic pants and snapped it again.
"Your plastic pants aren't as fun to snap as your underwear was,"
Rena said with a sigh, sounding somewhat disappointed.
"Here, snap mine," John said. As he had lost his turn and was
watching me play, he got up and stuck his butt to Rena again. She
snapped his waistbands one at a time, including his plastic pants. I
heard the sound of an elastic strip retract back onto his back about a
dozen times as she pulled the topmost pairs until she got to the ones
that he had put on in reverse. She identified each pair by its
waistband as she let it snap back onto John's body.
"Let's see what you wear, John-- Fruit of the Loom, Fruit of the
Loom, Fruit of the Loom, JC Penny, JC Penney, Sears, Sears, Hanes,
Hanes, K-Mart, K-Mart, another K-mart-- you wear the same kinds of
underwear as Danny does, err, did," Rena remarked.
"Of course; it's his underwear that I'm wearing," John said.
"Oh yeah, my Mom let you have all of it," Rena said to John. "I
have a feeling that Danny's going to be in diapers from now on, I mean
for good." Rena tried pulling on my diapers again, but as they lacked
elastic and were too tight, she wasn't satisfied with just my plastic
pants.
"I guess I'll have to snap your waistbands from now on, John,"
Rena said to him.
"You girls must like doing that to us boys," John said. "C.J.
snaps my waistbands all the time."
"It's her way of saying she loves her little brother," Rena said
as she knelt down and hugged me.
"Oh, stop it!" I said to Rena as I tried to shove her away from
me.
Rena then left the house to visit Gina. John and I had finally
finished the Pac-Man game. I was getting horny and I hadn't had my
after-school jack-off yet, and neither had John. We shut off the TV and
the Atari. I lay down on the floor and I asked John to sit on my chest
with his butt facing to me and have him rub my front. I wanted to
experience this in real diapers, and this seemed like the perfect
opportunity to do it since we had the house to ourselves.
John was very pleased to do this for me since it was just as
satisfying and stimulating to him and that I would do it to him next. I
pulled down his plastic pants partway so that I could clearly see all
the waistbands stretched across his back. While John gave me his
underwear-clad butt as a visual aid he recited to me in explicit and
lurid detail one of his typical underwear-changing scenarios, one that
involved his sister cleaning him up and then pinning his briefs to his
shirt as she helped him get them all on. John got off of my chest and
then he planted his feet at my sides, squatting down with his
"diapered" rear end sticking in my face. He had me coming in my diapers
and it was probably the best ejaculation I ever felt. I always said
that before about my previous jack-off sessions, but having someone
else do it to me, and that I was wearing real and much thicker diapers
made it better than anything I had ever experienced before. I asked him
to keep going until I couldn't get him to extract another drop of jizz.
It took me a moment to regain some strength as my entire body
collapsed in ecstasy. It was now John's turn, and he was already on the
verge of coming from how horny he became from getting me off. We
reciprocated positions and I squatted down in front of him, making sure
my thick diapers were in his face. I rubbed the thick bunch of fly
fronts that emerged from his crotch. I tried to recite a diaper-change
scenario to him, but I didn't have much to tell him since I was new to
wearing real diapers and had no notable experiences. Instead I told him
about the times my sisters teased me for pooping in my underpants like
a diaper. This was good enough for him and within seconds I made him
cream his underpants.
Mom came home shortly afterwards. She had stopped for groceries,
which explained why she had been gone longer than I expected. She
showed me my pants.
"Those are so big, Mom!" I said.
"Remember how much bigger you measured with your diapers on?" my
Mom said. "I got you some thirty-eights. It was the largest size I
could get. I still have to hem up the legs a ways, too."
"How many pairs did you get?" I asked my Mom.
"Just one; it's all you need," Mom said. "I assume you have
homework."
"Yes," I said.
"Then I suppose John had better be heading home. Do you have a
way home?"
"I told my Mom I would call her when I was ready, so she'll come
and get me."
John called his Mom, who was still at work. She was expected to
be there in about twenty minutes or so. John then went to my room to
reduce the thickness of his underwear so he could wear his pants again.
He looked around and asked me if I had seen his pants.
"Yeah, they were with my pants," I said. I then looked at the
blank spot on the floor where both his and my pants were piled
together. I remembered seeing Mom pick them up. Then it hit me. Mom
must have picked up John's pants along with mine!
"Uhh, John?" I said. "I think your pants went with mine when my
Mom took them in," I said.
"No problem, I'll just call my Mom back and ask her to pick me up
a pair from the store. I'd better call her before she leaves."
John picked up the phone and caught his Mom and Dad just as they
were leaving the store for the night. He explained his situation.
John's Mom couldn't remember what size his old pants were, so she asked
if someone could measure him. I went to ask my Mom if she could measure
John's waist. Meanwhile, he put his outer pairs of underwear back on
and he added some more so he could get a larger measurement, and
therefore need thicker underwear so his replacement pants could fit. My
Mom measured him at 37 inches. He had a 29 inch waist without underwear
on, he told me.
About twenty minutes later John's mother appeared at the door
with his pants. They were faded and tattered.
"This was the only pair I could find," his mother said. "Clothing
donations have been off, you know."
"They'll do," John said. He didn't even bother to put them on
since he didn't feel he needed to wear them just to walk out to the
car. His mom then looked at me and noticed that I was in real diapers.
"I see you've switched to diapers, Danny," John's mother said.
"Yeah, it's a long story," I told her.
"You can tell me next time you're over," his mother said. "They
look good on you!"
"Thanks," I said to her.
"Do you like them?" she asked me.
"Yeah, I do," I said. "They're big, thick, and they hold more
than underwear does," I said.
"John's gotten by on underwear," his Mom said. "He likes it, and
he has plenty of it since we get lots of it at the thrift store all the
time. No surprise that most of the boys' underwear we get is full of
poop stains, so it doesn't matter that John messes it up himself,
anyway."
John went back to my room to get the bag of underwear that he
could now claim as his, formerly mine.
"Guess what, Mom?" John said as he held the bag up to her.
"I got all of Danny's old underwear!"
"Like you need any more underwear," his mother joked as she
patted his butt.
"Let's get home; you smell like you really loaded 'em up!"
"I did," John smiled to his mother. I envied the relation that he
had with his mother that permitted him to talk so openly about shitting
in his briefs.
"See you tomorrow," I said to John as I watched him leave. His
thick white underpants stood out in the dim light of dusk.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 15- John Spends the Night
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After I got home from school on Friday, I was stripped of my
pants and put straight into fresh diapers like I was starting to get
used to every day after school. I had wet and messed my diapers pretty
heavily at school and I didn't bother with getting a diaper change
since we had a big test in math class. I knew my Mom would have her
work cut out for her with cleaning me up, or at least I assumed it
would be my Mom who would deal with the mess. It wasn't.
"Take your pants off, Danny," Rena ordered me the minute I was in
the door, even before I had the door closed.
"Where's Mom?" I asked Rena.
"She's out running an errand, now get your pants off like I
said!"
"What, are *you* changing me?" I asked her.
"That's what it looks like," Rena said. She pointed to the stack
of diapers on the couch. She wasn't planning to go easy on me judging
by the amount of diapers she prepared for me.
"I even got your diapers out and ready to go," she said with a
smile. She had taken several of the diaper pins and stuck them together
in a line, making them into a chain. She was holding the makeshift
chain in her hands, idly playing with it.
"How long before Mom gets back?" I asked.
"I don't know, but she just left and she's going across town, so
it'll be awhile."
"I can wait until Mom gets back," I said.
"No, you can't," Rena said. "One, I can smell that you need to be
changed, and two, Mom left a note on the refrigerator telling me to
change you."
I looked across the kitchen to the refrigerator and saw the note
that Mom had left. It was in big letters so that Rena would not miss
it. It read: "Rena, change Danny's diapers when he gets home. I had to
run an errand for your Dad...Thanks, love, Mom."
I resigned myself to having to let Rena handle my diaper change.
At least I would get some satisfaction from making her smell my stinky
shit while she changed my diapers.
"Let's go, Danny, let's lose the Levi's!" she said, tugging at
the one of the belt loops.
"At least let me take my coat off first," I said as I removed my
jacket and tossed it onto the chair. I then removed my shoes, and
finally, my pants. Rena made me take them off out in the front room.
She watched as I lowered my pants and exposed the diapers underneath.
Rena then tossed my pants across the kitchen and through the open
doorway out to the wash room.
"You won't be needing those for the next couple days," Rena said.
With my pants off, I was down to just my shirt, my socks and a
very wet and full diaper.
"You really put those diapers to use, Danny!" Rena said. "You are
one soaked boy! I don't want to have to change you for awhile, so I'm
going to really pile them up on your butt. Besides, I'm sure you want
to make a good impression on your friend John when he comes over."
"But Mom already puts them on pretty heavy," I said. I was
actually looking forward to getting extra diapered, but I didn't want
to let Rena know that this was what I wanted her to do to me.
"That doesn't mean I can't put them on more than Mom does," Rena
said. She immediately dragged me over to the couch and had me lie down
on the floor. She had spread out a towel for me to lie upon.
Rena removed my plastic pants and then she unpinned my diapers,
exposing the filthy pile of feces. The odors quickly filled every cubic
inch of what was once breathable air in the room. I was surprised that
Rena wasn't all that fazed by the smell. She just winced and said,
"Hooo weee! Brother, you are quite the stinky one!"
"Like yours smells any better?" I said.
"At least mine goes into a toilet," Rena said back as she began
cleaning me up. "I just can't imagine wearing my shit around with me in
my pants all day long."
While I felt the wet wash rag running all around my buttocks and
up through my crotch and over my balls I couldn't help but to get a
hard-on. I felt so awkward getting an erection while my sister was
cleaning me up. I put my hand over my penis, but Rena moved it away.
"Too late, I've already seen it," she said. "He looks happy right
now."
I ignored the comment and let Rena finish wiping me up. She
sprinkled a lot of powder on me, more than what was needed.
"These diapers aren't coming off for awhile, so I'm just making
sure you can last awhile in them," Rena said, explaining her use of
excessive powder.
I noticed that Rena had brought out at least half a dozen
diapers, and she told me that she was going to use every single one of
them. There were eight diapers, as it turned out.
One at a time Rena pulled a diaper from the stack and stuck it
underneath my bottom. She took a few pins off of the chain she had made
from them and used these for the first diaper. She got it on me very
tightly.
"Tight enough for you, bro?" she asked me.
"It's too tight," I said as I couldn't inhale without my stomach
being constricted by the tight diaper.
"You'll be fine," Rena said. She then proceeded with the other
diapers. I couldn't even close my legs after the fourth diaper, but she
was only halfway. Seeing that she had several pins left to use from the
chain she made from them, she used more pins on the outer diapers. The
last diaper could barely fit, same goes for the plastic pants.
"There now!" Rena said as she stood up and stepped back, looking
at the massive amount of diapering that she just gave me, her brother.
"I betcha you didn't think your sister could diaper you up like
that, huh?" she said. She giggled as she watched me try to walk in a
dignified fashion. It was impossible to do as I was forced to waddle.
With this I watched Rena walk to the washroom with my dirty diapers.
While I was getting a can of pop from the refrigerator she walked
behind me and slapped my butt while she was on her way to the bathroom
to wash her hands.
Later on John showed up. Both John and C.J. were at the door as
Rena answered it.
"Hello," John said to Rena as he walked into the house and
greeted her.
"You must be John," Rena said as she acknowledged him.
"Well, he's the boy, and he's the one with all the underpants
on," C.J. said as she followed John into the house. "So, by process of
elimination, he would have to be my brother John."
Rena and C.J. exchanged a short laugh and then they both stared
at John and me.
"Don't the boys look cute wearing their diapers?" Rena said.
"I helped get John padded up really thick after he got home from
school," C.J. said. "He likes that, you know."
"Danny gets his diapers thick whether or not he likes or not,"
Rena said. "The more diapers he has on, the more his poop is separated
from the rest of us."
"That, and you don't have to change him as often, either," C.J.
said. "I put 50 pairs of underwear on John."
"Danny's got eight diapers on," Rena said. "I don't know what
that equates to in underwear."
"I think they'll both be okay for awhile," C.J. said. "John's
already pooped in his, but from the looks of their butts they have a
lot of material left to pee and poop in."
"Can you stick around and visit a little while?" Rena asked C.J.
They had only known each other at school and Rena wanted to get to know
C.J. more, being that the two girls each had something in common with
each other-- brothers who wear thick diapers or the equivalent thereof.
"I'd like to, but my Mom's waiting out in the car," C.J. said. "I
just came along for the ride and I wanted to see Danny in his diapers."
Rena and C.J. exchanged more giggles with this.
"Maybe we can do something tomorrow," Rena offered.
"Sure, I'm open," C.J. said. Rena and her new friend discussed
their plans for the next day.
Meanwhile, I had led John to my bedroom and introduced him to my
Mom, who had since then come home from her errand. She was impressed
with Rena's diapering job and thanked her for doing it.
"Hello, John," my Mom said. I could see that my Mom was studying
John's underpants.
"Guess how many pairs I'm wearing," John said to my Mom.
"I'd say forty," my Mom said.
"Fifty," John answered proudly.
"I don't think Danny ever wore his underwear that thick before he
got put into diapers," my Mom replied before she returned her attention
to preparing tonight's dinner. She then looked at John again and asked
him if he brought anything else to wear.
"Just a couple shirts, socks and more underwear," John replied.
"You don't have any pants?" my Mom asked him.
"Didn't wear them, didn't bring them," John said.
"Since Danny can't go anywhere without his pants, you probably
won't be needing yours, either."
"Nope," John said as he happily pranced around in his "diapers."
Rena and C.J. were still talking when John's mother came to the
door.
"Let's go, C.J.," her mother said. My Mom was in the room at the
same time. This gave my Mom and John's mom a chance to meet each other.
They both talked about John and me wanting to wear diapers.
"Maybe you can explain why our boys like to do this," my Mom said
to John's mom.
"John was hard to potty train," his mother said. "Most boys are."
"Danny was downright impossible," my Mom replied. "Of course he
is a boy, and you know what they say about potty training and boys
versus girls."
"I know. Doesn't it make you wish you could just worry about
potty training when you have a girl and just leave all the boys in
diapers instead?" John's mother said.
"Does John ever wear diapers, that is, regular diapers?" my Mom
asked John's Mom.
"He could, but we own a thrift store-- a secondhand shop
downtown. The thrift store brings us an abundant supply of used
underwear from the people who drop it off. Everybody wants to dump it
off on us but nobody wants to buy it, so we just give all the boys'
underwear that we get to John. Just the white pairs; it's all John ever
wears."
"I wish I had known that. I wouldn't have spent so much money on
Danny's underwear over the years," my Mom said with a sigh. "He'd have
his new underwear stained within two weeks; I was lucky if he could go
a whole month."
"A lot of the boys' underwear we get is already stained," John's
mother said.
"It doesn't matter now," my Mom said. "Danny's in real diapers
now and he's staying in diapers."
After my Mom and John's Mom talked for a few minutes John's Mom
and C.J. took off. Mom went back to preparing dinner.
I had to wonder what my Mom meant when she said that I was
"staying in diapers." I thought that I was only going to wear diapers
for a month and then decide whether or not I wanted to continue wearing
them. With this I went up to Mom and asked her what she meant.
"I just have a feeling that you'll want to keep wearing them
anyway," my Mom said. "But the deal's still on. If at the end of the
month's period you don't want to wear diapers, then we'll give you that
option."
John and I then went upstairs where the playroom was located.
Rena had gone upstairs to her room, and we had to cut through her
bedroom to get to the playroom, so we had to knock first.
"We're just going to the play room," I said before entering.
"Wait just a sec, I'm not dressed," she said.
"And we are?" I commented.
"As much as you two are going to be dressed," Rena commented.
"You can come in now."
We entered Rena's bedroom and walked to the playroom door and
opened it. In the play room there was the pool table that we had gotten
the Christmas before. Even though the room was mostly for storage, it
had become known as the "playroom" since this was the room where we
kids used to play with most of our toys.
"So, do you shoot pool?" I asked John.
"Sometimes," he said. I handed him a cue.
"You know how to play?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I just suck at it," he said.
"Me, too," I said. I was hoping that I could win a game for once
since Kurt and Justin had always beaten me. I racked up the balls and
let John break. Right off the bat he sunk two solids.
"And you say you suck at pool?" I said, questioning his alleged
lack of experience.
"This is a smaller table than the ones they have at the arcade,
so it's easier," John said. "My dad brought one home from the thrift
store, but it's bigger than this one, like the ones you see in bars."
I watched John as he continued his play, having claimed solids as
his balls. As he bent over and positioned his cue I stared at his butt.
I was getting hard again as I looked at how thick he had his underwear
on. The massive bulging fabric of double-seated briefs stacked atop one
another dwarfed his skinny, bare legs.
"Did C.J. help 'diaper' you?" I asked him.
"Yeah, and you know how many pairs she put on me?" John asked me.
"I can see six waistbands showing, but I know you're wearing a
lot more than that," I said.
"Try fifty," John said. He then released his pool cue and reached
behind him to demonstrate the thickness of his underwear by slapping
his own butt.
"Fifty pairs of underwear on my butt!" he said joyously.
"Who's counting at that point?" I said.
"C.J.," John said. I watched her count them out before she put
them on me.
"I don't think it'll matter much if she was off by a pair or
two," I said, once again looking at John's pseudo-diapered butt as he
prepared to make a difficult shot. He was literally behind the eight
ball. He then shot the cue ball, missing his target and knocking one of
my stripes in.
"Thanks," I said.
"Any time," he replied. While he was still bent over I could hear
him poop his underpants, even through the dozens of white layers
gracing his butt. It came out wet and juicy. I was getting hard as I
anticipated eventually doing the same in my diapers.
"Ahh yes, much better," John said as he handed me the pool cue. I
could smell the mess he left in his underpants. He had pooped out quite
a bit, but there was no way to see it through all those briefs he had
on. I chalked up the tip of the cue and prepared to make an easy shot
that John left for me. I offered him a nice view of my diapers as I
bent over and lined up my shot. It was easy to see that he was taking
advantage of this as he remained behind me and stared at my diapered
butt.
"How many diapers are you wearing?" he asked me.
"Take a guess," I asked him.
"I'd say you're wearing, uhh, eight?" he said.
"Yep!" I said. I made my shot and sunk the ball I was aiming for
into the pocket. I moved to the other side of the table. I noticed that
John followed me and stood behind me, apparently to admire my padded
butt some more.
"Have you pooped yet?" he asked me.
"Not yet," I said. "I peed a couple minutes ago."
"Mine are just now getting soaked," John said as he massaged the
stack of fly fronts over his genitals. "Remember that the fly fronts
double up the padding in the front, but some of them are on backwards,
though."
"I kind of wish I was still wearing underwear, that is, there are
some things my diapers don't have that I miss."
"Like what?" John asked me.
"Fly fronts, waistbands, things like that. On the other hand,
these diapers are a lot thicker than any underwear I wore. Maybe you
should try wearing them."
"Yeah, sure, maybe I can try them out," John said. "When will
your sister change you?"
"My Mom will probably change us," I said.
"Didn't your sister change you today?" he asked me.
"Yeah, but only because my Mom was gone," I said.
"How did you feel when she changed you?"
"I was embarrassed," I said. "But I did kind of like it, I guess
because she says all these things about my diapers that Mom doesn't
say."
"That's what I like about C.J. putting my underpants on for me,"
John said. "She tells me what she sees and what she thinks of me
pooping in them all the time. I like being reminded of this all the
time."
"So when will be changed?" John asked.
"Any time between dinner and when we go to bed, I said. "I'd
still rather that my Mom do it."
"You think she'll diaper me, too?" John asked.
"I don't see why not," I said.
"If your Mom doesn't, then would Rena?" John asked.
"She was pretty excited about getting to diaper me after school,
and you can see that she got carried away with it, so yes, I'm sure she
will want to diaper you, too."
John won the first game, but I didn't mind that he won since I
was enjoying myself anyway. We decided to start a second game. John and
I agreed that we both liked playing pool mainly because of how it
afforded each of us plenty of opportunities to see each other's
diapered rear ends. I was getting horny as I watched John make a
difficult shot that required him to bend over halfway across the table.
His underpants were bunched up so tightly and thickly over his butt. I
told John to hold his pose while I went downstairs and grab Mom's 110
film camera. I returned and get some shots of John playing pool,
getting some close-ups of his thickly-stacked underwear. He took
several pictures of me, too, while I negotiated some difficult shots.
They were going to be some good pictures for sure!
I won the second game, so John and I were tied. We went for a
third game to break the tie. While John and I were playing, John loaded
his underpants. He let out a long, sustained series of farts and said
that his underpants were full of shit and getting fuller as he
continued to poop more into them.
"Have you shit yet?" John asked me.
"No," I said. I could feel some poop being produced inside me and
it was ready to come out. When I took my next shot I bent over and
squeezed my poop out. John was quite excited as he knew I was taking a
dump in my diapers. By this time we were both too horny to finish the
third game, so we left the balls in their present positions and agreed
to finish our pool game where we left off later on. I checked to make
sure Rena was not still in her bedroom where she might hear us. The
coast was clear and she had gone downstairs.
John and I then lay down on the guest bed that was at the other
end of the room. I asked John to sit on my diapered-up dick with his
butt facing me, so he did just this. He straddled himself over my
diapered front and then he started sliding his body back and forth over
my hard-on, rubbing it through my thick diapers.
"Oh yeah, I can feel my shit squishing over my balls," John said.
"This feels so good!"
"I agree," I said to John. He began rubbing himself while he
continued to bounce up and down on top of me. The more I looked at his
butt and studied the multitudinous waistbands that comprised his
"diapers", the hornier it made me. I noted how high up they went on him
and how tight the outer pairs fit with so much more underwear
underneath. I must say that even the smell of his poop got me off even
more, and as I looked at all the white fabric covering his butt, I
thought about what a mess it must be underneath all those underpants.
It wasn't long before I came in my diapers. John kept going, causing my
balls to become extracted of all the semen that I had. I had to ask
John to stop when my penis became too sensitive for him to continue.
John then rolled off of me and began vigorously stroking himself. I
asked him to lie down. I took my position on top of him and bounced
around. It felt good to do this even in spite of the fact that I had
spent my wad for the time being. I felt the poop clinging to my butt as
I moved up and down over John's fly fronts. He came seconds later and
said, "okay, that's enough."
John and I lay there on the bed and we could feel each other's
bodies radiating heat. We were both panting and we were hot and sweaty.
"That was good," I said. "Thank you."
"That felt good," John sighed.
We continued to lay there until Rena barged in to tell us that
dinner was ready.
"I thought you guys were playing pool," Rena said.
"We were," I said.
"Must have been a hell of a game!" she said. "You guys look
exhausted."
"We're fine," I said.
"Uhh, yeah, I'm sure you are," Rena replied. Somehow I could
sense that she knew what we were doing. She then idly rolled one of the
balls on the pool table.
"Don't touch that," I said. "We're in the middle of a game."
"Wow, then it really was a tiring game, huh?" Rena said. I knew
that she had known that John and I were getting off on each other when
she mentioned that she could hear us from when she was in the bathroom
downstairs. The downstairs bathroom was right below where the bed was.
"Mom has dinner ready any time you two are ready," Rena said as
she left the room. Before she went through the door she looked back at
us to indicate that she knew what we were doing a few minutes ago.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 16- John Wears Real Diapers
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After John and I ate dinner we went into the den and joined Rena
to watch a movie. We had just gotten our first VCR a few weeks ago. It
was nice to be able to watch anything at any time now. Rena had gone to
the video store while John and I were playing pool. She picked up
"Cannonball Run" and "Meatballs."
"Which one you wanna watch first?" Rena asked. John and I agreed
that we'd watch "Cannonball Run" first. With this, Rena popped the tape
into the VCR.
"I smell at least one poopy boy in this room," Rena said as she
sat down with the remote control in hand.
"You smell two poopy boys," John commented. He then stood up and
mooned my sister, with all his underwear on, of course.
"Can't tell, can you?" he said as he demonstrated the thickness
of all his underwear.
"I can't see anything, but I can sure smell it," Rena said. "Do
you want me to change your diapers before I start the movie?"
"I can make it," I said. I could have used a change, but I wasn't
ready to have Rena do it again. I had a ways to go before my diapers
would be full enough to warrant a change, anyway.
"How about you, John?" Rena asked him.
"I'll be okay," he said. "But maybe after the movie."
"Okay, then I'm starting the VCR," Rena said. She pressed PLAY on
the remote control and fast-forwarded through the FBI copyright
warnings and all that other shit that they always put at the beginning
of a pre-recorded video that nobody pays any attention to.
About halfway through the movie I had to pee and my bladder was
starting to get full. I was used to waiting until I needed to pee
before letting it out, rather than just releasing whatever happened to
be available in my bladder. The movie was in the middle of a really
funny part and I didn't want to miss it or view it with interruptions.
While having a VCR now gave us the luxury of a pause button in the
event anyone needed to use the bathroom, this function was not needed
in my case. I continued to watch the movie and wet my diapers at the
same time. I flooded them with a single, long urine stream. I really
soaked the diapers up which surprised me, especially considering the
number of diapers I had on. Later on I had to poop and I filled my
diapers with a big load of shit. I felt the poop coming up my butt
crack and spreading all over my buttocks. Rena could tell I was having
a bowel movement in my diapers when I sat up on my knees and grunted to
let my poop out.
"I'd better change you at the end of the movie," Rena said to me.
"Do you *have* to do it?" I asked Rena.
"I don't have to, but if Mom says I can, then I will," Rena said.
"You don't have a choice, Danny."
Rena then resumed the video for about fifteen minutes before she
paused it again.
"What did you stop the movie for?" I asked her.
"I have to go to the bathroom. Remember, some of us don't wear
diapers around here."
Rena then got up and went to the bathroom. While she was gone I
got up and went up to Mom. She was sitting in the living room watching
a show of her own on TV. My Dad had gone to bed already as he sometimes
turned in early.
"Rena says she's going to change my diapers again," I said to
Mom.
"That's fine, let her," my Mom said.
"But, I'd rather you do it," I said to Mom.
"If you're ashamed of her seeing you naked, or with a diaper full
of poop, then I would get used to it, Danny," my Mom said.
"Get used to it?" I asked Mom. "But, I'm not *always* going to be
wearing diapers, am I?"
"I have a feeling you will," my Mom said. "Why do you think I
spent as much I did on those cloth ones that you're wearing now?"
"Because they don't make disposables in my size?" I asked
naïvely.
"They do," Mom said. "I just didn't want to keep buying
disposables over and over and filling up the trash with them. You wore
cloth diapers as a baby and I don't mind washing them. I can put
several of them on you at a time and make them thicker, and since they
cost so much, I wanted you to really give it some thought, knowing how
much I paid for those diapers."
"How much did they cost?" I asked my Mom.
"I'm not going to say, but I wouldn't have bought them if I
didn't think you would really be wearing them, and for a very long
time."
"What about the month thing?" I asked her. While I was trying to
make it sound like I was wanting to get out of diapers, my intent was
to find out if I could keep wearing them. I wasn't doing a good job
convincing Mom of the former.
"You're worried that after a month we'll take your diapers away
from you, I can tell," my Mom said.
"So, what do you mean?" I asked Mom, again trying to make it
sound like I was having second thoughts about wearing diapers.
"Danny, be honest with me. I know for a fact that if I take your
diapers away from you after a month, you'll just want them back, or
you'll go back to pooping in your underwear. Am I right?"
"Yes," I said.
"Well then, I declare the month that you were to wear your
diapers to be over with," Mom said. I interpreted this to mean that Mom
was going to take my diapers away.
"You mean you're taking them away now?!" I said, sounding
surprised and alarmed. I clutched onto the armrest of the recliner Mom
was sitting in.
"No, son, I meant that we are no longer going to wait out the
rest of the month to give you the option to decide if you want to wear
diapers," Mom said. "Judging from your reaction when you thought I
meant I was taking your diapers away, well, that says it right there
that you want to stay in your diapers."
"So this means that I will stay in diapers forever?"
"Yep," Mom said plainly. "And I can't change you all the time, so
if Rena wants to change you, you have to let her."
"Yes, Mom," I said. I was feeling quite excited knowing that
wearing diapers was no longer a temporary matter, but was now going to
be what I would wear from now on. I didn't let my excitement show, but
I couldn't wait to tell John about it.
By this time Rena had come out of the bathroom and she had
gathered three sodas from the refrigerator and had mine waiting for me
when I got back to the den. Just before the end of the movie, Mom came
out to the den to tell us that she was going to bed.
"Keep the laughter and the volume down," Mom told us. "Rena, can
you change Danny's diapers before he goes to bed?"
"Sure, Mom!" Rena said. "I'll change him when the movie's over."
"He really stinks and he should have been changed a long time
ago. Oh well, get used to it, Danny's in diapers forever now."
"Really?" Rena asked my Mom. "I thought he was only going to wear
them for a month. What made you decide that?"
"Danny and I had a little talk and I decided that we won't make
him try them out for just a month anymore. He's already made his
decision to stay in diapers for good. Have a good night, kids," my Mom
said.
"Good night, Mom," Rena and I both said to her.
"So Mom's keeping you in diapers," Rena said as she handed me my
soda. She gave John his soda as well.
"That's what she said," I said to Rena, trying not to sound too
excited about it.
"All right!" John said. He was happy to know that I would be just
like him all the time and be in diapers forever, the only difference
being that his version of diapers was different.
After the movie ended Rena told me to go into my bedroom so she
could change my diapers. I was hesitant about having her see me naked
and in a very aroused state at that, but I had no choice, and I figured
over time I would get used to it. John came in with me and he watched
Rena take my diapers off.
"Goodness, Danny, you sure do put these diapers to use!" Rena
said. "Makes me glad I use so many of them on you."
Rena then cleaned me up and tossed the soiled diapers into the
pail. She then brought out a fresh stack of diapers, gleaming white in
their newness. One at a time she wrapped them around my butt and crotch
and pinned them up as tightly as she could, using an obscenely
excessive amount of diaper pins. She made sure they rose up good and
high on my body, too.
"I just love diapering my little brother," Rena said. I never
knew this could be so fun. It makes me feel even more like a big
sister."
By the time Rena finished diapering me she had eight thick
diapers on me again with literally dozens of diaper pins holding them
all on me.
"I feel like diapering another boy," Rena said. "How about you,
John?" Rena asked him. "You want to try some real diapers for a change?
Ha! A CHANGE!! Get it?!"
"He he he," John chuckled lightly. "Sure, diaper my butt!" he
said. "Diaper it up nice and thick like Danny's!"
"Don't you worry, little boy," Rena said to John. "If you pee and
poop like Danny does, you'll get 'em thick, I promise! I will not
disappointment you!"
Since John was wearing underpants, Rena had him remain standing
as she removed his briefs in several small bunches at a time, usually
three to five pairs. John's stinky, stained underwear piled up at his
ankles as Rena continued to remove his underwear.
"Goodness, John, you wear even more underwear than Danny did!"
"I do wear a lot, don't I?" John said.
"How many did you put on?" Rena asked him.
"Fifty," John said.
"Fifty pairs?!" Rena exclaimed. "I don't even have half as many
pairs as that! I guess since I wear mine one at a time and only change
them once or twice a day and I don't pee and poop in mine, I don't need
that many. How many pairs do you have total?"
"446 as of yesterday," John said.
"Four HUNDRED?" Rena exclaimed, being completely astonished.
"446," John repeated.
"You're shitting!" Rena said.
"I will be before long, so you'd better get my butt diapered,"
John said as he stood before Rena completely naked and with a hard-on
that was stretching the skin of his penis to its absolute limit,
begging to be jacked off, as was mine. Rena was busy wiping his butt
and his balls clean. I was half expecting him to shoot his load right
then and there, but he somehow managed to avoid this. As she had him
ready to diaper, she had him lie down on my bed.
"Where do you get so much underwear?" Rena asked John.
"My Mom and Dad's thrift store," John said, then explaining that
he got all the boys' underwear from the people that dropped it off at
the store since nobody ever wanted to buy used underwear. He also
pointed out that he only wore white pairs.
"I agree, white is the only color boys' underwear should be,"
Rena commented. "It looks so diaper-like that way, especially with that
extra layer in the butt. That's why I don't ever wear white underwear
myself."
"I can even tell you which brands I have and how many," John
said, continuing the conversation with my sister about his underwear.
He then proceeded to rattle off his counts, which included: 105 pairs
of Fruit of the Loom, 93 pairs of Hanes, 82 BVD's, 45 K-Mart brand with
the red stripe on the waistband, 17 K-Mart brand with the black stripe
on the waistband, and then several other brands and waistband stripes
in smaller counts. Rena finally cut him off.
"Okay, John, I get the idea. You're obsessed with your
underwear."
"You're not the first one to tell me that," John said.
"Let me guess, CJ has probably told you that, too."
"CJ, my Mom and Dad, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, even the
counselor and the psychiatrist at school."
"I'm sure they're right," Rena said.
"Then I must be obsessed, too," I said. "Before Mom hauled my
underwear off I had 57 pairs of underwear and I knew exactly how many
of each kind I had."
"I guess I'd have to be a boy to understand. Whatever," Rena
said.
"I used to think I had a lot," I said to John. "You should see
how many drawers he has filled up in his room."
"You have four dozen diapers, Danny, and we don't have room for
all of them in your drawers, so I can only imagine what John has.
"They're stacked and piled all over his room," I said.
"Remember that a lot of them are either dirty or in the wash,"
John said. "My Mom and Dad are even going to bring home a used washing
machine from their store just to use for washing my underwear."
"Really," Rena said. "That may not be a bad idea since I have to
wash my clothes in the same washing machine as Danny's shit-loaded
diapers."
Rena powdered up John's nuts and his crotch as well as his butt
and then she began diapering him. She couldn't use as many diaper pins
on him since she had already used so many of them on my diapers, but he
still had absolutely nothing to worry about as far as his diapers
falling off of him was concerned.
"I think you'll like wearing diapers better," Rena told him as
she drew the first of several diapers up over his front, enshrouding
his dick and balls in the thick cloth. "Do you like them?"
"I love them, they feel good!" John said with a satisfied smile.
"I like how they look, too."
"Better than your underwear?" Rena asked him.
"They're different, since I'm used to my underwear," John said.
"I think I like diapers better.
"That's good," Rena said. "If you switch to diapers, that's a lot
of underwear you'll have to get rid of."
"I don't think my parents will get me real diapers as long as I
have a steady supply of 'free diapers' from the store, if you know what
I mean."
"That's okay, you can wear Danny's diapers when you're over
here," Rena told him. She continued diapering him some more until she
had his diapers in identical thickness to mine.
"Damn, these are thick!" John said as he sat up, struggling to
sit upright as he had to contend with the huge mass of diapers
underneath him. Rena gave him a satisfied smile.
"Wait'll you try walking in them. Get up."
John stood up and realized that he couldn't walk normally and was
forced to waddle. I just loved looking at him in real diapers now. It
gave me a good idea of what I looked like in mine, which was better
than just standing in front of a mirror.
Rena put his plastic pants on him and told him he was set to go
for the night.
"You guys wanna watch 'Meatballs?'" Rena asked us. Apparently
both John and I were thinking the same thing when we both decided that
we wanted to go to bed and watch the second movie tomorrow. We were
both getting excited and horny from seeing each other in our freshly
changed diapers and we wanted to get to bed and jack off instead. I
told Rena that we would watch it tomorrow.
"I have to have it back by 5:00 tomorrow," Rena said.
"We'll have it watched by then," I said.
"Okay, boys, then have a good night."
John and I were then alone in my room now.
"Did you want to go to bed now?" John asked me.
"Not really," I said. "I'm just movied out for the night."
"Same here," John said. "I can only watch one at a time."
John was going to sleep on a cot that I had kept in my room for
sleepovers since the only time the cot was ever used was in our tent
whenever we went camping. I never thought about having Kurt or Justin
sharing my bed with me, especially as it was a single bed. John,
however, was different and I felt things about him that I never felt
about any other boy. As I had shared the bed with him at his house I
wanted him to do the same here.
"Is this where I'm sleeping?" John asked me as he pointed to the
cot.
"Only if you want to," I said, implying that he didn't
necessarily have to use the cot if he didn't want to.
"I know it isn't as comfortable as a bed," I said, hinting that I
would let him share my bed with me. John must have taken the hint since
he asked if I would mind him getting into my bed with me.
"Not at all," I said, feeling excited and feeling my hard-on go
up a couple notches on the stiffness scale. I shut off the overhead
light and turned on the lamp on my nightstand. I then bent over in
front of John, knowing he would enjoy the sight of my padded butt. I
lifted my mattress and grabbed some papers that were stuffed underneath
it.
"What are those?" John asked me.
"Some stories I wrote, stories I like to read before I go to
bed," I said. They were typewritten stories about boys who wear diapers
or lots of underwear and pee and poop in it. Since my Timex/Sinclair
computer only had a thermal printer that used half-width paper and I
didn't even have a word processor program for it, I used the good ol'
typewriter instead to write my stories so that, unlike with my
handwriting, I could read them as well as John, since he was here to
enjoy my story with me.
"I just typed this one out a couple days ago," I said. John and I
then both got into my bed. We lay next to each other while we silently
read the story. By the time we got to the first page both of us were
rubbing ourselves. Since it was all new material to John he was
probably enjoying the story even more.
By the time we were on the second page I felt John's hand migrate
from the front of his own diapers to mine. He picked up my hand and
moved it to where it was on his diapers. He then put his hand on mine
and started rubbing me vigorously. I did the same to him, using my left
hand to hold the story pages and my right hand to jack him off. The
story was getting really intense how as I described the boy's extra
thick white diapers that his sister put on him for having diarrhea. She
told him that she would not change his diapers until his diapers were
so full of wet shit that it started seeping through to the outer
layers. The story had gotten both of us so horny that we didn't need it
for added stimulation, so I tossed the story pages onto the floor. John
and I then finished each other off. I brought him to come in his
diapers at about the same time he made me come.
"Oh yes, that was good," I said as I lay there and felt my entire
body go limp. Both John and I were hot and sweaty as we lay there on
top of the covers.
"I never get past that part without coming," I said. "It gets
even better later on."
"I can't wait to read the rest of it," John said.
"Maybe I can go make a copy of it for you tomorrow if I can get
my pants and go out."
After John and I cooled off we got under the covers. I turned off
the light. John and I continued to talk about our interests until we
finally got tired and went to sleep with our diapers brushing up
against one another.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 17- A Question of Sexuality
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John and I were both due for diaper changes the next morning.
When I woke up I felt myself needing to pee into my already wet and
poopy diapers. I wasn't like John, who was also a bedwetter. I wished
that I could wet overnight like he did, but without having any history
of bedwetting, my bladder was very reliable in ensuring that I would
wake up in a dry bed, no matter how much I drank the night before. All
this did was to give me a painfully full bladder upon waking, and
before I was put into diapers, I would make a beeline for the toilet
first thing. Not now. As it was, there were too many diapers on me and
too many pins holding them on for me to make it to the toilet if I had
intended to do so. As I sat up I let loose the large flood of piss. My
balls were awash with the warm, yellow liquid and it trickled down to
my butt, mixing with the heavy layer of shit that had been all over my
ass since last night. I got hard and started jacking off.
"Hey, man, wait for me," John said as he was awakened by my
jostling of the bed. I pulled back the covers and looked at his
diapers. They, too, were soaked all the way to the outer surface, and
of course covered with shit from his butt-crack to his dick. John
immediately started to stroke his dick.
"Ahh yes, I love this!" John said. "I love these diapers!"
"You like them better than underwear?" I asked him while my hard-
on was building a crescendo.
"I like anything that's big and white and thick on my butt, and
wet and full of shit, too," John said. Just his words of ecstasy alone
were enough to kick my masturbation into overdrive as I began to
vigorously stroke myself. John then stopped for a moment and asked me
to stop. He then got up on top of me with his butt pressed up to my
face. He jacked both me and himself off at the same time, using one
hand for each operation. His left hand was no more coordinated than
mine was, but it was good enough, and I was nearing ejaculation when he
asked me to stop. As I studied the thick folds of white cloth covering
his butt, knowing that there was so much shit behind the bulging, high-
rising white wall of cloth, I enjoyed a most fantastic orgasm. John
kept rubbing me even after I asked him to stop. He kept it up until he
came into his diapers, too.
It took us several minutes to come down off of the erotic high we
had given each other. What a way to start the day! I felt like I was
completely spent for the rest of the day.
"It just keeps getting better and better," I sighed weakly as I
felt my flaccid, spent body sinking into the bed.
"Yeah, it does, I agree," John said in the same exhausted tone.
John then took my by surprise. He rolled over to me and gave me a kiss
on the mouth. It was only for a couple seconds, but long enough to
think about what he was doing. I had never been kissed by a boy before.
Come to think of it, I've never been kissed by a girl before, either,
except my sisters, and they don't count. I had to admit that I kind of
enjoyed it. It made me feel closer to John, like he was more of a
brother than a friend.
"How was that?" John asked me.
"It was, good," I said. John could tell that I wasn't prepared
for this.
"Sorry, I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable," John said.
"You didn't," I said. "I wasn't expecting it, though."
"I didn't think you were," John said. "I just wanted to know what
it was like to kiss another boy."
"I guess I've thought about that, too," I said. "Although I would
never kiss Kurt or Justin."
"Why not?" John asked, sounding concerned.
"I dunno, just never thought about it. They'd never want me to
kiss them, I know that."
"So what about me?" John asked.
"Well, I don't know how to explain it," I said. I hesitated for a
moment and prepared my words so that they would make some sense when
coming out.
"I guess, it's because I feel things about you that I never felt
about Kurt or Justin," I said, though not so smoothly as the preceding
quote may suggest.
"Feelings like what?" John asked.
"Well, that I like how you look in underwear, and diapers," I
said.
"What about Kurt and Justin?" John asked me. "Didn't you ever see
them in their underwear?"
"Oh yeah, lots of times," I said. And I must say I like how they
looked with white briefs on their butts. I did this, thinking that they
were wearing diapers and using my imagination, thinking that their
underwear was thicker like diapers, and full of shit, too."
"You don't have to imagine that with me," John said.
"I know. That's what makes you more fun to look at, wearing all
those white underpants so thick on your butt all the time, seeing that
you have to wear them so big on top to fit over all the ones you have
underneath, looking at all those waistbands, that only partly tell me
how many pairs you're wearing, watching your sister pin your waistbands
to your shirt so you can't take your underwear off, knowing that you
will shit in them until they are so full that they start leaking out
the top, and then she takes your pins out and strips you naked and then
wipes up all your gooey shit as she cleans off your butt and your
balls."
I was stroking myself again as I talked to John about the
thoughts that ran through my mind as I looked at him in his usual
pseudo-diapered state when he was in multiple pairs of underpants.
Other than the lack of waistbands, seeing actual diapers on him instead
of underwear produced the same arousing affect, appealing to my senses
in every way except for taste. Perhaps it was the kiss that filled this
particular sensory void in the otherwise perfect bond that was forming
between John and me.
"I think the same things, Danny," John said. He, too, was back to
rubbing himself as he listened to me describe the imagery of what I
felt made diapers and diaper substitutes so incredibly stimulating.
"I want to say that I am starting to think of you more as a
brother, more than just a friend," I said to John frankly.
"I always wished I had a brother," John said. "C.J.'s a good
sister, but even she doesn't understand a boy's feelings. She knows I
like to jack off in shit-filled underpants, and she's cool about this.
She's even watched me do it. But still..."
"I know, it's hard to explain, but I think I understand what you
mean," I said. "It's nice to have a friend who has so much in common
with me and shares something that I have had to keep to myself for so
long."
"I think you should know something about me," John said.
"What's left to tell?" I asked John. "I mean, shit, we wear
diapers together, that's about as intimate as I think I can get about
myself."
"I'm gay," John said. It didn't surprise me that he said this,
but I wasn't expecting this to be what he would say.
"I hope you're okay with that," John said.
"I figured you probably were," I said.
"How's that?" John asked.
"Just by the way you took such interest in me when you found out
that I like to wear diapers, or an acceptable facsimile thereof, and
poop in them. I knew that this is a highly sexual thing for me, and I
figured you felt the same way."
"So do you think you're gay?" John asked me.
"I always told myself I wasn't," I said as I prepared to explain
how I defined my sexual feelings. I beat around the bush for a while.
"I mean, if anyone knows you're gay they hate you and call you
'faggot' and 'queer', and they threaten you and spit on you, and if
you're not careful, they'll beat you up and, if they have the chance
and are determined enough, they'll even kill you."
"I deal with that all the time," John said. "That's why I felt I
would tell you after you told me how you felt about me."
I still hadn't answered John's question on whether I was gay or
not. I hemmed and hawed some more about my perceptions by self-
proclaimed straight people on what they thought about gays. It felt
good just to be able to talk to John about this issue since I could
never be truthful about it around Kurt or Justin. Finally, I got to the
point.
"Well, I don't say that I'm gay, but I'm not totally straight. I
don't really know what I am."
"You may be bisexual," John said.
"Maybe," I said. "All I know is that I don't really like girls
and most of everyone else does, and because I don't, people think I'm
gay. I think of boys when I think about diapers and boys pooping in
diapers. I get hard and I jack off when I think about these things, but
I don't think about sex in the sense of..."
I hesitated at this point, unable to compose my thoughts so that
I could deliver them in a presentable manner.
"In the sense of..." I repeated.
"You mean fucking?" John said.
"Yeah, that," I said. "I don't think about having sex with girls
or even kissing them. I don't think this about boys, either, but when
boys are in diapers and shitting in them, this gets me off more than
anything else. So, what would you make of that?"
"Well, I ain't no Freud, so I dunno," John said. "Maybe you're a
diaper-sexual."
"Sounds good to me," I said, settling on "diaper-sexual."
"Ever since I was in training pants I remember getting hard-ons,
knowing that the training pants were causing them. I liked how they
looked and how they felt, and ever since then I've made an association
between sexual feelings and diapers, anything that resembles diapers,
like underwear, especially lots of it."
While John was content with defining his sexual orientation as
being gay, I still had a hard time trying to figure out what I was.
Being around John and being constantly aroused by his diapered
presence, I felt that my sexual feelings were developing more in favor
of being gay. I still couldn't admit to myself that any of my sexual
feelings could be labeled as gay."
At this point John and I decided to get up. Just to make sure
nobody knew that we shared the same bed, I ruffled up the sleeping bag
on the cot to make it appear that John had slept in it.
"About time you boys woke up," Rena said to us as she greeted us
in the kitchen. Realizing that she had been sitting there all this
time, I hoped that she hadn't been listening in on what John and I had
been talking about, to say nothing of what we did with each other
before that.
"I can smell those two stinky diapered butts of yours from clear
over here!" Rena said. "I suppose a diaper change is in order."
"Yes, definitely," I said. I ran my hand over the piss-soaked
front of my thick diapers.
"I'll be in there in a minute," Rena said.
John and I went back into my bedroom and waited for Rena. Both of
us lay on my bed side by side and awaited my sister. She came into my
bedroom a moment later with the diaper pail. She flipped a coin and had
us call heads or tails to determine which of us she would change first.
My choice was heads, and heads came up, so Rena changed me first.
After Rena had me cleaned of several hours worth of urine and
stool that had accumulated in my diapers I asked her if she could
diaper me more modestly so I could wear my pants.
"Pants? What do you want your pants for?" Rena asked me.
"Well, I wanted to go down and play some video games," I said.
"Well, I'll have to get the okay from Mom," Rena said. "I'll only
diaper you so that you can still wear your pants. If she says you can't
have your pants and go play games, then I'll diaper you up the rest of
the way."
Rena only put three diapers on me, but to make up for it she used
the entire supply of diaper pins that had come from the eight diapers I
had on before. Never before had I seen diaper pins stuck into my
diapers so densely. She put my plastic pants on, and without the bulk
of the extra diapers, they fit loosely.
Next was John's turn to get his butt undiapered and wiped clean.
I watched Rena strip off all his diapers and toss them into the pile of
wet and poopy diapers that had come from my diaper change. John was
clearly enjoying the diaper change. Perhaps he was enjoying it in the
same way as I enjoyed it when C.J. cleaned me up. The fact that she
wasn't my sister allowed me to feel less inhibited about my feelings.
"So will I get to diaper you again?" Rena asked John.
"Oh yeah, but for now I want to wear my underwear since I will
wear it back home," John explained.
"Oh, okay," Rena said. "But you'll wear them next time you sleep
over?"
"You bet!" John said. "I loved wearing them!"
"Do you like wearing diapers better than all that underwear?"
Rena asked him.
"In some ways," John said. "I like them about the same, really,"
John said. "They actually work better, and they are thicker and fuller,
but I missed the waistbands and the fly fronts."
Rena accepted his explanation as she finished cleaning him up.
Rena then left my bedroom to call Mom to get permission to give my
pants. Meanwhile, John began diapering himself with his underwear. I
watched him put each pair on and seeing his underwear increase in
thickness. He was up to nearly two dozen pairs when Rena came back into
my room to hand me my pants.
"Did Mom say yes?" I asked Rena.
"No, but I thought you'd better wear your pants anyway," Rena
said. A stunned look appeared on my face just as Rena smiled and said,
"I'm kidding, Danny. Mom said yes."
Rena took a look at John as he continued putting his underwear
on, building the bundle of briefs to a very copious amount. He finally
put his pants on over the huge mass of underwear. I did the same. I had
to tuck the excess plastic pants material into my pants, which I was
unable to do. In fact, the diapers themselves still stuck out several
inches over my pants. I still hadn't changed my shirt, so I went to my
closet and tried to find a long shirt that would hopefully cover the
diapers. I also expected to be wearing my coat, and this would hide the
diapers.
I then grabbed some money, enough for lunch and some games, and
then John and I left the house.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 18- Troubles from Tom
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John didn't have a bike to ride since he didn't have his bike
with him, so I let him use my old dirt bike. I had a ten-speed, which I
had bought last spring. Together we went down the road a few blocks to
the pizza place. I had never ridden my bike while wearing diapers. It
felt quite different and it made pedaling more difficult. I could hear
my plastic pants rustling as I moved my legs up and down. John was
keeping pace with me in spite of the fact that the bike he was on
didn't offer a choice of gears. He, too, was also encumbered by his
thick underwear and he couldn't pedal as fast.
In case Tom and his cronies showed up or at least went past the
pizza place, I didn't want them to see my bike (actually both of them
were my bikes) and see that I was here, so we parked our bikes out
back. John asked me why and I told him. He agreed that this was a good
idea.
Before we had the hostess seat us I looked around to see if Tom
and his gang were already there. They walked almost everywhere they
went, so they didn't leave any bikes out front to warn me that they
were in a particular place. Most of the time they hung out by the video
games and the pool tables anyway.
Once I determined the coast was clear the hostess seated us. I
asked her to seat us at a table out of view of the entrance so Tom and
his gang wouldn't see us if they came in. It was hard to relax knowing
that Tom may show up. I hated living in fear of that asshole.
A few minutes later the pizza was brought out to us. John and I
ate at a leisurely pace as it seemed that Tom and his cast of kooks
weren't going to be there. We finished the entire pizza and we left the
waitress a good tip. She waited for us to leave our booth as she
started cleaning off the mess we left behind. John had bent over to tie
his shoe. His jacket and his shirt rode up to reveal four or five
waistbands, all of which showed at least two inches above his pants. I
could tell the waitress was looking at the mixture of red, blue and
black stripes running over his waist. A closer look would reveal that
he was wearing lots, lots more underwear than what meets the eye. I
wanted her to see my diapers, so I bent over to tie my shoe, even
though it was already tied. I lifted my shirt and jacket so she could
see my diapers showing. I don't know what she thought of us after
seeing what we had on underneath our pants, but it was fun exposing our
diapers like this to her.
After we paid the bill we headed for the exit. I had let down my
guard and forgotten about the possibility of Tom and his friends having
shown up while we were eating. I started strolling past the entryway
into the video arcade when I heard Tom cheering ever so obnoxiously. I
glanced into the arcade and saw him sitting in front of the Defender
game. Jason was hovering over him cheering him on.
"Stop," I whispered to John as I stopped dead in my tracks.
"They're here, huh?" John said.
"Yeah," I said quietly.
This was so absurd, I realized. I knew I shouldn't have felt so
intimidated by the guy. We were in a public place, and we even had
bikes to outrun them in case they chased us. I was about to ask the
hostess to escort us to the door. Looking behind me, she was busy
seating some other people. We couldn't stand here forever, and
eventually one of those assholes would come out of the arcade to go
take a piss or something.
"Okay, on the count of three, run for it," I said to John. On
three we sprinted past the video arcade entrance to avoid being seen.
We quickly made an exit and ran to the back of the building. I looked
behind me to make sure they weren't coming.
"We're safe," I said. We got on our bikes and rode across the
parking lot and to the corner convenience store. It had a little
section with four video games. Besides the fact that Tom was at the
pizza parlor, most of the games at the convenience store were easier
for me to play. They had Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, Centipede and Asteroids.
We parked our bikes in back again, although they weren't as well
hidden since the building was on the corner out in the open. After
getting change from the grouchy old man at the counter John and I
decided to play against each other on Donkey Kong. I was having my best
game yet, having made it to the second Elevators level with two lives
remaining. John had already lost his players and went on to play
Centipede, his favorite game.
Our play time was cut short as Tom and his gang showed up. I
became nervous and lost my concentration as I heard Tom come up behind
me.
"Hey, Danny, how's it going?" he greeted.
"Look, his underwear-shitting friend is here, too!" Jason said as
he went up to John. I glanced over to John and saw Jason pulling on the
back of John's pants.
"Hey guys, check this out! See all the underwear he has to wear
since he SHITS in it like a baby shits his diapers!"
"Hey Danny, you wearing diapers?" Tom asked me.
"None of your business," I said coldly. I felt Tom pull up my
jacket and my shirt to see my diapers showing.
"Yep, Danny's got his diapers on!" Tom shouted several times. I
tried to ignore him as I played my game. Tom then started distracting
me, grabbing the game control and making me jump off the side, losing
one of my players.
"Knock it off!" I told him.
"Aww, izz da poow wittle baby gonna cwy now?" Tom said. I was
down to the last player. Tom's other friend David tried to give me a
wedgie with my diapers. Tom then shoved me out of the way and took over
playing the game.
"Aww damn, I killed your guy!" Tom said. "I'm sorry, Danny."
"Let's go, John," I said to him. Jason was making him mess up,
causing John to lose all his players.
Tom and David then stood at the entryway.
"Not so fast, diaper boys!" Tom said.
"Yeah, hand us your money or we'll kick your ass!" Jason
threatened.
At first I tried to bolt for it, but Tom stuck his arm out and
held me back.
"You heard him, piss pants!" Tom said as he shoved me. John was
paralyzed with fear and he wasn't about to try getting out.
I looked across the store. It sucked that they had the video
games at the back where the attendant was unable to supervise the
activity. The man was too old to be working there in the first place
and he probably couldn't hear a thing as to what was going on. He was
the only one in the store besides us. He was tending to the popcorn
machine when I looked at him.
I resigned myself to handing over the rest of my money, about six
dollars. I figured I'd rather they extort me out of my money than beat
me up. I was scared of these guys. I had never been in a fight and
these pricks were notorious bullies.
I tried to reach into my pocket to get the money, but my diapers
made my pants so tight and my pockets almost inaccessible.
"Take your pants down and show us your didees!" David said. I
refused, but not for long as Tom doubled up his fist and hit me in the
chest.
"The next one's going in your face, Danny the Diapered Fanny!"
Tom said threateningly. I was about to cry. They could have my money
for all I cared at this point. I just wanted them to leave and I never
wanted to see them again. I unfastened my pants in front of the three
boys and pulled them down.
"He's already wet his diapers!" Jason said. The other boys joined
in the laughter. Mr. Oldfart was still minding his own business up
front, oblivious to the torment that was going on.
With my pants down I was able to reach into my pocket and hand
Tom the six dollars I had.
"Is that all you got?" he said.
"That's all I have!" I said. Jason and David wrestled me to the
floor while Tom searched through my pockets. I had some change, but I
didn't think Tom would want that. He did.
"You lied to me, you fucker!" Tom said. "You had another thirty-
five cents!"
Tom then spit in my face before he got off of me.
"I should kick your ass anyway!" he said.
"Wait guys," David said as he was holding John in the corner.
"Maybe Undies Boy has some money!"
"I don't have any money," John said as he cringed.
"Take your pants off and let's find out for ourselves!" Jason
said. John was then wrestled to the ground. He was helpless. David
pulled his pants off, all the way off, leaving John in just his
underwear. Tom was busy keeping me from leaving the small room,
laughing as I tried to get my pants back on.
"He ain't got nothing!" David said as he threw John's pants on
the ground.
"I told you!" John said. John then tried to get his pants, but
then Tom picked them up.
"Give those back!" John demanded.
"No, you didn't have any money, so we're taking your pants.
Besides, don't you just look cute in all that underwear!" David said.
Finally the old man realized what was going on and he darted to
the back of the store.
"What the hell's going on here?!" he said. He looked at all of
us. John obviously caught the man's attention as John was in his
underwear, never mind the fact that he was wearing over two dozen
pairs.
The man didn't give us a chance to explain what happened.
"Out of here, all of you!" he shouted. Tom, Jason and David all
split the scene, taking John's pants with him, leaving John with
nothing to wear.
"You boys get the hell out of here!" the man said.
"But sir, they beat us up!" I said.
"I don't care," the grouchy man said. "And you, get some pants
on, you're indecent!" he said to John.
"They took my pants!" John whined. The man ignored him.
"I don't ever want to see any of you in this store again!" he
said as he escorted us out the door. Much to John's embarrassment was
the fact that a mother with her three girls was coming in to the store
to pay for her gas. All of them, especially the three girls, gazed at
John.
"Is he wearing diapers, Mom?" one of the girls asked her Mom. We
were out of the store by then.
"Looks more like underwear," the oldest girl said. "But boys'
underwear looks like diapers. He's sure wearing a lot of underwear,
too!"
"Those fucking shitheads!" John complained.
"I'm sorry, John," I said. I felt really bad that I planned a fun
day for us, only to have it ruined by Tom and his dickhead friends.
"It's not your fault," John said. "Let's go back to your house."
Before we left, we looked in the garbage cans to see if John's
pants had been disposed of. John stayed close to the building to keep
himself out of view of others who may see him standing there in his
underwear. His pants never turned up, so we went around back to get our
bikes. I decided to check the dumpster while we were back there.
Nothing there, either.
John and I got on our bikes and decided to take the back way home
through the subdivision where less traffic would see John in his
underpants. John complained about the cold against his legs.
"We're almost there," I said. Up farther ahead was Tom and his
gang. I didn't see any of them carrying John's pants, so they had to
have discarded them somewhere. John decided that his pants were a loss
after I suggested that we go back and look in the ditch or in other
garbage cans.
"My Mom can always get me more pants, you know," John said.
To get past Tom and his friends, we waited until they had walked
ahead a little ways and then, as fast as we could, we rode past them.
They saw us go by and they laughed.
"Hey John! Your underwear's showing!" one of them yelled. I
couldn't tell which one and I really didn't care.
"Yeah, your whole butt!" I heard another one of them hollering.
We ignored them and kept going at full speed until we went around the
corner. We were exhausted by this point, so we took it slow going home.
We got to my house and came through the door.
"Where's your pants, John?" Rena asked him.
"Don't ask," I said. John knelt down in front of the heater to
get his bare legs warm.
"What happened?" Rena asked. Before I could answer, she told me
to take my pants off, so I did, stripping to just my diapers. I was
cold, too, so I sat next to John and got warm. I handed Rena my pants
and she put them away. When she came back I told her what we had been
through.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Rena said. "Maybe you boys better stay
here from now on," Rena said. "You can always have pizza delivered, and
you have tons of Atari games," Rena offered, trying to make us feel
better.
"They're not the same as the arcade," I said.
"Better than getting your money stolen, which arcade games do
anyway, just that they do it one quarter at a time."
John called his Mom and Dad at their shop to tell them what had
happened and to bring home a pair of pants for him. Rena made us some
hot chocolate and decided to join us in playing Atari games. It was
times like this when I knew that Rena loved me as her brother. If she
didn't, she probably wouldn't be so willing to change my diapers. After
we played Atari games, she did just that. She also helped "diaper"
John, who had more underwear in his bag to change into. He had over
three dozen clean pairs and he put them all on. He asked Rena to pin
the waistbands to his shirt and she did. She then pinned my diapers to
my shirt, too, leaving me that way for the rest of the evening. John's
Mom picked him up after his parents closed their store that evening.
"Did you get my pants?" John asked his mother.
"Yeah, but they may be a little big."
"Nothing a few extra pairs of underwear can't take care of," John
said.
"I'd rather use a belt," Rena remarked to C.J. She had come in to
visit with Rena. She then left with John, putting her arm around him to
comfort him after hearing about his bad day.
"See you on Monday," I said to John as I watched his white-padded
butt disappear into the dark of the outside before shutting the door.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 19- Tom's Torment Continues
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"Oh my God! My diapers are wet!"
That was the first thought that hit me upon waking up Monday
morning. Unless I peed in my diapers before going to sleep the night
before I always woke up in dry diapers while feeling the urge to piss
and having a full bladder. This time my bladder felt empty and my
diapers were soaked. For the first time since I was a toddler I wet the
bed! It was a strange feeling, knowing that I had peed in my sleep
without even being aware of it. I didn't want to tell my Mom or anyone
else about it and decided that it was just an isolated incident. Rena
didn't know any different when she changed my diapers that morning.
I dreaded having to come to school today. I knew for sure Tom
would have a field day telling everyone about how he and his friends
harassed John and me while we were playing video games last Saturday.
Trouble began the minute I stepped off the bus and had a run-in with
Tom, whose bus was right in front of ours.
"Hey Danny!" he said. I only recognized him by his voice. He was
dressed as a pirate, being that today was Halloween. His costume was
definitely appropriate after what he had done to John and me last
Saturday. I tried to walk away from him, but he and his friends
followed me up to the building.
"Why didn't you dress up, Danny?" Tom asked me.
"He doesn't need to; his own face is scary enough!" said Jason.
Jason was dressed as a bank robber, also very fitting.
"Thanks for the money you gave us," Tom said.
"Yeah, but we spent it all, and we need more," Jason said. They
then started after me, acting out their characters to further
intimidate me. At this point I ran and pushed my way through the crowd
until I was stopped by Mr. Poe, one of the vice principals.
"Hold it, stop! There's no running in the halls!" he ordered
sternly.
"Those guys are trying to take my money from me!" I said as I
pointed.
"Who?" Mr. Poe asked me. It was impossible to pick them out of
the crowd, especially with several of the students wearing their
Halloween outfits.
"The one that looks like a pirate and the one that looks like a
bank robber," I said.
"A pirate and a robber, and they're trying to take your money.
Very funny," Mr. Poe said, refusing to take me seriously.
"But they were!" I said. "Really!"
"What are their names?" Mr. Poe asked me, trying to maintain his
patience.
"Their names are Tom Carey and Jason Chilton," I said.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on them for you," Mr. Poe said.
"Yeah, sure you will," I thought to myself. I proceeded to my
locker and to my first class. The day seemed to be going okay for the
most part until I ran into Tom during the fifteen-minute break. I had
already bought a cinnamon roll and milk and was about finished when he
came up to John and me. Fortunately I had thought ahead and prepared
for another run-in. I stuck my money into my sock, including the change
from the cinnamon roll and the milk. I advised John to take the same
precaution.
"Hey, Danny, hey John, give me your money! NOW!" Tom said while
waving his plastic machete in my face.
"I don't have any," I said confidently with my arms folded over
my chest.
"Me neither," John told Tom.
"Then how did you get this?" he asked, pointing to our food with
the fake machete.
"I only brought enough money to buy this," I said.
"So did I," came John's reply.
"Oh, I see," Tom said. "I'd better not see you eating at lunch,
or I'll know you were lying to me!" Tom then walked away and caught up
with his friends.
John and I went ahead and ate lunch in spite of Tom's threat,
though we were being watchful of his appearance. Sure enough, he, Jason
and David all came up to us and joined us at our table.
"Hey, what's this?" Tom asked me as he stuck the tip of his
machete into one of my tater tots. "I thought you said you didn't have
any money!"
"I didn't at the time. It was in my locker," I explained, even
though this wasn't the case.
"You fucking lied to me!" Tom said. Jason then pulled my chair
away from the table and David started eating right off of my tray.
"Knock it off, guys!" I said. "Don't touch my lunch!"
"Don't touch my lunch, waah!" Tom mocked me in a sarcastic voice.
"Oh no, the baby's gonna cry again!" Jason said.
"I'm not a baby," I said.
"Yeah you are, you wear diapers, don't you?"
"That doesn't necessarily make me a baby," I said. David then
picked up the carton of orange drink and spilled it into my lap.
"Hey guys! Danny wet his pants!" David announced to everyone in
the cafeteria.
"He must not have his diapers on!" Tom shouted.
David then picked up my tray and spilled everything into my lap
and onto my shirt.
"He needs a bib, too!" David said as he laughed. Meanwhile, John
sat there frozen in stunned silence. Jason and David started harassing
him, spilling his food from his tray into his lap, too. Fortunately,
Mr. Poe was nearby and he saw what was going on. He marched right over
to our table.
"What's going on here?" Mr. Poe demanded furiously.
"Uh, nothing sir," Tom said sheepishly. Suddenly Tom wasn't the
tough guy that he tried to make me think he was.
"They took our food and spilled it on us," I said.
"Okay boys, you're coming with me," Mr. Poe ordered. "All of
you."
"But we didn't do anything!" I said defensively. "We were just
sitting--"
"I know, but you guys need your parents to bring you a change of
clothes, so I'll have you wait in the lobby. Don't worry, you're not in
trouble. These guys are," Mr. Poe assured us.
John and I watched with great pleasure as Mr. Poe angrily dragged
Tom, Jason and David into his office.
"Have a seat!" Mr. Poe shouted before slamming his office door
behind him as hard as he could. I then heard him yelling, although I
couldn't make out what he was saying. All I know is that I was just
damn glad it wasn't I that was on the carpet.
Meanwhile, the secretary had called each of our parents and
explained the situation. Mr. Poe came out of the office a few minutes
later, but the three boys were still detained in the office. Mr. Poe
led us to a private room where we would be separated from Tom and his
gang while they awaited their parents in the lobby to pick them up from
school.
My Mom showed up first with a change of pants and a shirt. In
spite of all the humiliation I had gone through, I maintained my
composure until my Mom appeared. Then I broke down and started crying.
"I hate Tom! I hate him so much!" I blubbered as I embraced my
mother.
"It's all right," Danny," my Mom said, trying to comfort me.
"Does he tease you for wearing diapers?"
"That's just one of the things," I said. "He teases me for
everything else, too. He's nothing but a bully!"
"Well, you just get calmed down and get your clothes changed. We
can talk about this when you get home."
"Thanks, Mom," I said as I sniffled. Mom then waited outside of
the room while I changed my clothes. When I was done I handed her my
dirty pants and shirt and said goodbye to her. John's mother showed up
a few minutes later. She stayed in the room while John took off his
pants and shirt. I could tell from the way John smelled that he had
pooped in his multiple briefs. Of course they were much too thick to
provide any visual indication of how much he had pooped. They were also
very soaked with pee. I could see a puddle of urine in the crotch of
his plastic pants. John was more stoic about the ordeal and he didn't
cry. He just told his Mom, "Some people just don't like us, I guess."
"This is the only pair I could find that would fit you," his
mother said, having taken a pair of pants out of stock from their
thrift store. They were tattered and flecked with paint. There was also
a tear in the seat, which exposed the layer of plastic that sheathed
John's thick underwear. His Mom didn't even notice the tear until she
handed the pants to John.
"Wait, these have a hole in them," his mother said.
"That's okay," John said. "Everybody knows that I wear lots of
underwear and poop in it, anyway. Besides, we only have a couple hours
to go."
John thanked his mother for bringing him a change of clothes.
Before his Mom left I asked her if John could come over to my house
tonight. This was going to be my first Halloween without going trick-
or-treating, and not just because I was stuck in diapers at home, but
just because I felt I had outgrown going around in costume and
gathering candy. I still wanted to at least have some fun that night
anyway and figured John and I could watch a scary movie together.
John's Mom said this was okay and that she would bring John over after
he finished his homework.
After I got home from school my Mom and I talked about today's
incident at school and what led up to it. My Mom also asked me if I
provoked Tom in any way.
"Not at all. I ignore him and try to stay away from him, but he
just won't leave me alone!" I started crying again. I felt so
hopelessly frustrated.
"I talked to the vice principal, and he said those boys are
suspended for the rest of the week, and when they come back, they are
not to talk to you or even be near you."
"That's good," I said. Mom then took me to my bedroom where I
took my pants off so that she could change my diapers. Of course the
pants remained off and the diapers went on extra thick. I asked my Mom
if I could invite John over to watch a movie with me tonight.
"I was going to have you hand out candy," my Mom said.
"Why aren't you handing it out?"
"Because your father and I have to do all our end-of-the-month
stuff at the store," my Mom explained.
"Then have Rena hand it out," I suggested.
"Rena's going to the haunted house for her drama club, remember?"
my Mom said.
"Oh yeah, that's right," I said. "Can I at least wear my pants
while I'm handing out candy?"
"Yeah, I guess. I'll strip down your diapers and let you wear
your pants then," Mom said. For now she left me alone fully diapered
up, reminding me that I needed to have all my homework done before John
could come over. Fortunately I didn't have much to do and I expected to
get it done by nightfall.
Mom came back over to the house at about 5:30 to check on me and
make sure my homework was completed. Seeing that it was, she removed my
plastic pants and removed several diapers so my pants would fit. The
diapers were still fairly thick and my pants would only fit over them
with the fly undone. Mom suggested I put on a shirt that was long
enough to pull over my opened fly. I figured this was better than
nothing and I didn't argue over the matter.
John showed up a little after 6:00 while I was having my dinner,
which was soup that my Mom had warmed up. It was now dark and the first
trick-or-treaters were expected to show up any minute. As I expected,
John didn't have any pants on when he came over. I could tell from the
waistbands that were showing on top of his very thick stack of briefs
that he had changed since I saw him change in the private room in the
principal's office.
"What do you have pants on for? John asked me.
"I'm handing out candy," I said. "My Mom said I could wear pants
for this."
"I thought we were gonna watch a movie, or something," John said.
"We are, but I'll have to get up a couple dozen times to hand out
candy," I said. John decided this would be okay.
We decided to watch "Poltergeist", which had been recorded off of
HBO, saving me a trip to the video store as well as money, not to
mention the risk for running into Tom and his thugs again. Throughout
the evening the doorbell rang and I got up each time to hand out candy
to the trick-or-treaters. I told John to keep watching the movie
without pausing it, since I had seen it before.
I noticed that John kept looking to see who was at the door every
time there were trick-or-treaters, and then he'd get up and parade
across the room and then drop something on purpose, just so he'd have
an excuse to bend over and show off his padded-up white butt to any of
the girls who might have seen him. I know that they did because they
all commented on him wearing diapers or underwear. I was tempted to
show off my own diapers to the girl trick-or-treaters, but I chickened
out and refrained from being the level of exhibitionist that John was.
It was just after 7:00. My parents were still at the store doing
their tallying for the month. The doorbell was still ringing steadily.
I got up and answered it for the umpteenth time. When I opened the door
I saw three taller, older kids. They were dressed as a pirate, a bank
robber, and a combat soldier. I knew from the first two that it was
none other than Tom and David! The third one, I assumed, was David.
"Shit! Now they know where I live!" I thought to myself.
"Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat,"
they all said in unison, using a snide voice. Quickly I tossed one
piece of candy into each of their bags.
"Aww come on, is that all you're gonna give us?" Tom said.
"Yep," I said as I closed the door on them and locked the door.
They tried to force their way in, but I was too fast for them. I then
went back to watching the movie. They continued to bang on the door,
demanding that I open it, but I ignored them and figured they'd go away
as soon as some trick-or-treaters with their parents showed up. I told
John that Tom and his friends had just come to the door. I expressed to
John my concerns regarding their knowing where I live.
"If anything strange happens around your house, you'll know who
to blame," John said. With this, he and I continued to watch the movie.
By the time the next group of trick-or-treaters showed Tom and his
cronies were gone. It was a group of six girls, all of whom appeared to
be old enough to go to our school. John wanted to hand them candy, and
so he did, completely unashamed to let them all see him donning dozens
upon dozens of pairs of plain white double-seated underwear.
As excited as I was getting over observing John's boldness and
trying to forget about Tom, Jason and David, I just couldn't help but
wonder if Tom and his henchmen were still out there lurking, waiting
for an opportunity to cause more trouble.
There was a lull in the number of trick-or-treaters coming to the
door. My mind was focused more on John than on the movie. John confided
in me to tell me that he is gay, but yet, he wanted girls to see him in
his underwear (I did, too, but I didn't think I was gay). Now I was
really confused. I needed John to clear this matter up for me, so I
asked John to pause the movie.
"What for? You don't need to use the (cough)toilet(/cough), do
you?"
"No. I just wanted to ask you something."
"Sure, what do you want to know?"
"You said you're gay, right?"
"Yeah, I'm sure I'm sure," he said.
"So why do you want GIRLS to see you in your underwear?"
John hesitated for a moment and then said, "I dunno. I mean, I
guess it's no big deal if other boys see me in my underwear, because
they wear it, too, just not as many pairs. Girls are different, and
they know their underwear is a lot different from boys' underwear, and
they don't always get to see a boy in his underwear, and boys and girls
aren't supposed to see each other in their underwear, or we'd all get
dressed and undressed in the same locker room and use the same
bathrooms. It's almost like boys and girls seeing each other naked, but
not quite. So when girls see me with a lot of underwear on, I like to
hear what they say about it, looking like diapers for being plain white
and covering my butt so thickly, that it's only boys' underwear that
looks like diapers, and I just want them to see that this is how all
boys should be, wearing lots and lots of underwear and pooping in it
all the time."
I nodded in agreement, stating that this was sort of how I felt.
John just had a good way of articulating the same sort of thoughts that
I had difficulty putting into words. It seemed that John wanted to know
that other girls had a similar mindset towards boys like him, as his
own sister C.J. did. He wanted to know that C.J. was the rule, not the
exception, when it came to how girls perceived boys like him who
indulge in their underwear and poop in it. He also wanted to further
validate his feelings about such activities being reserved for boys, as
no girl would ever do such a thing. I agreed with him, stating that I
always felt that girls were always clean, mature, and modest. It felt
good to know that John was on the same page with me.
In spite of our frank conversation about how we wanted girls to
perceive us stinky poopy boys, it still didn't really settle the
question regarding sexuality. I was just as confused as ever. John said
he would rather have sex with another boy than a girl, but he still got
sexual feelings from exhibiting his underwear around girls. I was the
same way as John, except that if I ever could have sex, it would only
be with a girl.
In trying to gain a better understanding of his sexuality and
mine, I continued to ask John about his feelings towards boys and in
which situations he wanted to be with them, and then compare this to
how he felt about girls. We were interrupted a few more times by trick-
or-treaters. I decided to let John do it since I was getting excited at
watching him show off his underwear to all the girl trick-or-treaters.
By this time my parents had come home. I was somewhat
disappointed that they returned home when they did, since I wanted to
keep talking to John about our sexualities and how they were similar in
some ways, but yet different in others.
Mom noticed that the TV and the VCR were shut off and asked if we
had finished watching movies for the evening.
"Yeah, it was a little too scary for John," I lied. I continued
to lie by saying that I got tired of having to pause the movie every
time a trick-or-treater came to the door.
Mom also had me remove my pants so that she could put my diapers
back on at their normal thickness. John offered to answer the door for
trick-or-treaters.
"Like that?" Mom questioned.
"He's been doing it all evening," I said.
"Okay. I guess it's better than answering the door naked," Mom
remarked. She then led me back into my bedroom to put me in full-
thickness diapers. At least one group of trick-or-treaters came to the
door while Mom was diapering me. As I went back out to the living room
I tentatively approached as I wanted to make sure the door wasn't open.
I returned to my seat on the couch next to John.
"That's better," John said as he saw that I was once again in
just my diapers like he was. He patted me on the butt before I sat
down. During this time both John and I had each taken a big dump into
our diapers. The living room began to stink, so Mom came through with a
can of Glade air freshener and sprayed it all around us.
"Do we stink that bad?" I asked my Mom.
"If you didn't, I wouldn't be spraying the room like this," my
Mom replied. "None of you kids ever smelled like this when you were
babies."
"We have bigger butts, so we make bigger poops," John commented.
With this, he farted and let out another load.
"There's another one," he said. He started rubbing himself while
my Mom was still in the room. I felt a bit embarrassed that he didn't
use more discretion. He kept playing with himself, so I asked him if he
wanted to go into my room instead. He realized that he was masturbating
where he shouldn't have been doing this and apologized.
"No, it's okay," I said. "I just think it would be better if we
go into my room."
"I know," John said. With this we resumed the movie and left it
playing while we went into my room and closed the door. My Mom and Dad
weren't paying any attention to us at this point. They were too busy
poring over their month's end figures. Right away we both jacked off
and came in a matter of minutes. We then lay on the floor together
while we caught our breath.
"Sorry about what I did in the front room earlier," John said.
"I'm just used to doing it out in the open at my house."
"You mean, you jack off in front of...?" I started to ask.
"Yep, my Mom sees me do it all the time, and so does C.J."
"What do they say?" I asked.
"Nothing. They know I have to do it because I get so excited by
being in all this underwear all the time," he said.
This was getting to be a little bit bizarre for me. As John
talked about the ways he freely carried out his sexual releases while
C.J. and his Mom could see him, I had to wonder if there was more to
his past than what he had told me about. He even mentioned that C.J.
"helped him out" at times. I knew something was highly unusual about
the way C.J. enjoyed cleaning his poopy butt and putting his underwear
on for him and then reinforcing it with safety pins in the waistband.
It was then that John made another great revelation.
"There's one other thing that I haven't told you," John said as
he hung his head low. The tone of his voice became more serious.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone this," John said with
great emphasis.
"Cross my heart, hope to die," I said.
After a moment of hesitation and taking a deep breath, John told
me that his father that he was now living with, is not his real father,
but his stepfather. He explained that his mother and biological father
divorced, which was when they moved here from California. He then
explained why the divorce occurred, and it wasn't easy for him to tell
me. It did confirm mine and my mother's suspicions that John had been
abused, which help to explain why he carried out his sexual behavior so
openly.
"My dad molested me," John said as he shed a tear. "He didn't
like me putting all my underwear on and shitting in it because then he
couldn't, well, you know."
"I know," I said with a nod so he wouldn't have to divulge any
specifics to me. I could figure out for myself what this involved.
"This became another reason for me to wear a bunch of underwear
and shit in it," John continued. "C.J. found out about it and then she
tried to protect me. She started putting lot of safety pins in my
waistbands so my dad wouldn't be able to get my underwear off as easily
and, you know..."
"I understand," I said. "You don't have to tell me any more."
"Well, I think since we're such good, close friends now, I felt
that I should tell you and not keep it from you."
"I'm glad you trust me," I said. I then gave John a hug. I was
curious how C.J. then became involved to where she enjoyed cleaning
John's poopy butt and putting his underwear on for him, so I asked John
if he could tell me this. Having achieved a higher plateau of trust
with John, I felt that it was okay to ask him this.
"Well, C.J. and I got to where we trusted each other and well,
she just likes doing this to me." This was about as much as he wanted
to tell me and I didn't press for any more details.
I assured John once again that his secret would remain with me
and I would tell nobody, not even my own mother, about this. We decided
that we'd better get back to the movie before my Mom wondered why we
had been in my room for so long.
By the time we got back out to the movie it was after 8:00. The
movie had ended and the credits were rolling. I asked John if he wanted
to watch what we had missed. He said it was okay, so I told him how it
ended.
The trick-or-treater traffic had trickled down by this time. John
called his Mom to let her know to pick him up. While we were waiting we
decided to watch a less scary Halloween show. I had taped the classic
Peanuts episode about the Great Pumpkin, so we watched this while John
waited for his Mom. She showed up right as the show ended.
When I left for school the next morning I looked into the front
yard. Strands of toilet paper were strewn throughout the trees and the
shrubbery. The front windows were also smeared with soap.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Those fucking bastards! Those god damn
fucking bastards!" I shouted. I hoped my Mom didn't hear me, but if she
did, I was too pissed to care. This was clearly the work of Tom and his
gang.
Quickly I ran into the house and told my Mom to come outside and
take a look at the front yard. Upon going outside Mom noticed that the
windows of both the car and the pickup had been soaped.
"Oh, geez," Mom sighed as she looked at the windows of the car.
"There's more out front," I said. Mom walked with me as I showed
her the toilet paper strands running all throughout the front yard.
"We'll deal with it after you get home," my Mom said. "You'd
better hurry so you don't miss your bus."
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 20- Once in Diapers, Always in Diapers
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About a week after Halloween was my Mom's birthday, which, as
with all birthdays in the family, we celebrated on the closest Sunday
to the person's actual birthday since that was the day everyone could
get together.
The night before I had asked Mom if I would have diapers on when
my grandparents came over. I knew they would never understand the
reason I was in diapers and I had a feeling that Mom would probably
tell me to go without diapers while they were over.
"Well, I was going to talk to you about that, Danny," my Mom
said. "I think just for tomorrow you should go without diapers just so
Grandma and Grandpa don't have to ask about it. I don't think I could
explain to them that you wear diapers or why."
"Okay," I said. "I had a feeling you would probably not want me
to wear diapers while they were over."
I had mixed feelings about this since I didn't want to be without
diapers, but at the same time it would relieve me of the anxiety that I
would be faced with fearing that my grandparents may find out. There
was just one other problem.
"I don't have any underwear to wear anymore," I said to Mom.
"I kept a couple pairs on hand for this very reason," Mom said.
"I was hoping you wouldn't mind doing without diapers at least while
your grandparents are here, so I'm glad you understand my reasons."
In the meantime, it was diapers as usual for me that night. Mom
took off my wet, soiled diapers and replaced them with several nice,
thick clean diapers, straight from the dryer.
"Ahhh, they feel so nice and warm," I said as Mom began pinning
the diapers on, one thick layer at a time. Since the diapers were so
thick, the outer diapers kept the inner diapers insulated and this
helped to retain the heat.
The next day my grandparents were due to arrive at 1:00 as they
would be coming straight over to our house from church. At about noon
Mom took my diapers off. Being that I had only wet in them, this made
it easier for Mom to clean me up. What she still didn't know was that I
had been wetting overnight in my sleep, as was the case last night.
"What if I have an accident?" I asked my Mom.
"Oh come on, Daniel, you can still use the toilet," my Mom said.
She called me "Daniel", so I knew she was serious about this. Mom
handed me a clean pair of underwear when she finished cleaning me up as
well as my pants. I put the underwear on. I could barely feel it. I
felt so naked since I was used to having diapers on. I could touch my
knees together and I could actually walk normally, but it still felt
weird. I then put my pants on, only to realize that they didn't fit
without having the bulk of my diapers to hold them up. In fact I
couldn't even keep them over my waist, as they were so big and loose. I
left my room and went out to the kitchen, where Mom and Rena were
preparing the meal for the day. Rena looked at me and laughed as she
noticed how I had to hold my pants up to keep them from falling down.
"Do you still have any of my old pants?" I asked my Mom.
"Nope, I gave them all away, and that's all you have," my Mom
said.
"Then can I have a belt, please, Mom?" I asked her humbly.
"I guess you need one, don't you?" my Mom said as she noted how
loosely my pants had fit on me.
"Why aren't you wearing diapers?" Rena asked me, seeing that I
had on a regular, single pair of underpants as they were showing above
my loose-fitting pants.
"Because Grandma and Grandpa are coming over," I said.
"So?" Rena replied. "They're gonna have to know sooner or later,
right, Mom?"
"For now, we think it's best that your grandparents not know
about it," my Mom said to Rena.
"Didn't Grandma have to deal with Danny's potty training
troubles, too?" Rena asked Mom. "She'd understand, wouldn't she?"
"Not really," Mom said. "I'd rather not have to deal with it if
we can avoid it just this once. Maybe by Christmas, or even
Thanksgiving, we'll let them know then."
"I betcha he poops his pants anyway!" Rena said to me.
"He'd better not," my Mom said.
"He will, just you wait," Rena said back.
I followed Mom to her bedroom where she had also kept my belt.
She handed it to me and I put it on. Even on its tightest notch it
couldn't keep my pants all the way up, but at least now I could walk
around the house without my pants suddenly falling down to my knees.
Rena was still laughing at me, seeing that my pants were so
baggy.
"Give it up, Danny, just let Grandma and Grandpa see that you
wear diapers," she said before returning to her work.
At about 1:00 my grandparents arrived. My dad had come in from
working out in the yard raking leaves and had washed up. Dinner was
about ready. The thing that seemed weird was that this was the first
family gathering we had without my oldest sister Julie being there
since she was away at college. My Grandma pitched in and helped my Mom
and Rena with the rest of dinner while my Dad and my Grandpa tuned in
to a football game. I played some Atari games until we were called in
to eat.
After we stood around the table and listened to my Grandfather
ask the blessing, we ate. It was a big meal, nearly rivaling our
family's typical Thanksgiving spread. While I was piling food on my
plate my Grandma came up behind me and tugged on my pants. She noticed
that they were too loose and my underwear was well exposed.
"You losing weight, kid?" my Grandma asked me.
"No, in fact I put on ten pounds since I last weighed myself," I
remarked.
"Your britches are about to fall off of you," my Grandma said
back. "I'd say you lost ten pounds the way those pants are hanging down
below your waist."
"Mom must have thought I had grown more, I guess," I said to
Grandma. "I liked these pants so much that I decided to keep them,
thinking that someday I'll grow into them."
I was making shit up and everybody knew it, but my parents and my
sister kept quiet. I sat down and began eating the big meal. I went
back for seconds and by the time I finished off that plateful I was
stuffed. I didn't even have to unbutton my pants like I often had to do
since my pants barely fit me with the aid of a belt.
After dinner was over, the time came for my Mom to open her
birthday presents. I was in charge of capturing the moment on film,
that is, old-fashioned 8mm home movie film that had to be developed and
then viewed with a projector on a screen. There was no sound. A home
video camera was out of the question at the moment.
So far my body was holding its wastes. I even went to the toilet
to pee. I didn't think I would ever again use the toilet. I wished I
had been peeing in a diaper instead. I even thought about pissing my
pants on purpose, but my Mom and Dad would have known that I was doing
it intentionally and I would have gotten in trouble. Still, I was
bummed out going back to using the toilet, but at least it would only
be for today.
As we often did on birthdays, my Grandpa would bring over his
slides and give us a slide show. My dad would also get out old home
movies and the projector and we'd watch them again. While watching, we
would eat Grandma's homemade birthday cake. As it was my Mom's 40th
birthday, the candles were arranged to spell out four-zero as forty
individual candles would have been too many to light and blow out.
After Mom blew out the candles and the cake was cut into slices we
gathered in the living room to watch the show.
Grandpa had just gotten started with the slide show when I
suddenly felt an urgent need to poop. Grandpa was showing slides of the
trip I had taken with him and Grandma last summer and I didn't want to
get up and miss seeing these. I was sitting on my heel trying to keep
the poop in, but then something inside of me told me to go ahead and
poop my pants and let Grandma and Grandpa in on the secret. I couldn't
resist the temptation this time. Even for one day I was missing my
diapers! I acted on this impulse and dumped right in my pants right
there. It was wet and noisy as it came out. It didn't take long for the
smell to spread all over the room. I then realized that I shouldn't
have done this, but it was too late. A genuinely guilty look appeared
on my face as Mom looked at me acidly.
"Uh oh," I said quietly as I looked down at my crotch. Mom still
had her stern eyes fixed on me. Rena was sitting there trying with all
her might to suppress her laughter. Her shoulders were bouncing up and
down as she covered her mouth to mute her giggles.
"Daniel!" my Mom said in a sharp tone. There it was again, my
name as it appears on my birth certificate. I knew Mom wasn't happy.
"See? I told you! I told you he'd do it!" Rena said with a
satisfied look on her face.
Dad gave me a disgusted look as well.
"Aww, geez, son!" my dad groaned while shaking his head.
"Is something the matter?" my Grandma asked.
"We have a little bit of a problem to take care of, Mother," my
Mom said in a low, subdued voice as she got up and came over to me. Mom
took my hand to escort me to my bedroom or the bathroom or wherever we
were going.
"Daddy, could you excuse us a moment, please?" my Mom said to my
Grandpa.
"Sure, sure, honey, we'll wait," my Grandpa said.
"Go ahead and continue, this may take awhile," my Mom said.
Mom dragged me into my room and shut the door behind her as
gently as she could. She would have slammed it had it not been for the
fact that my grandparents were there.
"I want to know right now, son, did you do that on purpose?!" My
Mom confronted me.
"No!" I said. It was a weak sort of "no" that obviously indicated
that I was lying.
You know better than to fib to me, young man!" my Mom said.
"Then why did you ask?" I asked my Mom.
"Because I know you did that on purpose!"
"Okay, maybe I did. I'm sorry," I said.
"Apparently you don't seem to care what Grandma and Grandpa are
going to think once they find out that you wear diapers, am I right?"
"Well, I figured they might as well find out," I said while
shaking.
"Well, they're definitely going to find out now," my Mom said.
"Take your pants off now!"
I obediently followed my Mom's order and removed my soiled pants
and my underwear. I stood before Mom totally naked with stinky, wet
poop dripping from my butt onto the floor.
"Go sit down on the towel," my Mom directed me. "You're getting
your floor dirty."
I sat down on the towel and looked up at my Mom while she was
gathering up rags and wipes, lecturing me all the while.
"You could have politely excused yourself and gotten up to use
the toilet," my Mom said. "Why didn't you?"
"I just missed wearing my diapers," I said.
"I guess there's no hope for you, is there?" my Mom said.
"You said I was going to stay in diapers from now on, so what's
the big deal?"
"Your grandparents won't understand, I don't even understand.
This must be some obsession of yours. I've always had problems like
this with you, Danny. Just once I ask you to go without diapers and I
thought you were being cooperative, but I guess I was wrong about
that."
"I'm sorry," I apologized to Mom.
"There's no point apologizing now," my Mom said. "I don't know
what your grandparents are going to say about this."
"Will I still get to wear diapers?" I asked my Mom.
"If I don't let you wear them, you're just going to mess your
pants again, so what choice do I have?"
I was glad to hear that Mom wasn't changing her mind about having
me wear diapers, but she wasn't pleased to be forced to spill the beans
to my grandparents. Mom continued to talk while she cleaned me up.
"I think I'm going to have you see a doctor about this," my Mom
said.
"What for?" I asked my Mom in an alarmed voice.
"I think this is something that a professional needs to look
into," my Mom said.
"You mean, he's going to make me stop wanting to wear diapers?" I
asked as I felt a lump in my throat.
"Not necessarily, but I think he will help you to understand what
you're doing and why you do it and maybe give you the chance to think
about it."
"I already know why I do it," I said to my Mom.
"Yes, but you need to understand that it's not normal."
"Is it bad to not be normal?" I asked my Mom.
"Well, I know that most twelve-year-old boys don't like wearing
diapers and making messes in them."
"You might be surprised," I said. "I mean, look at John."
"So there's only two of you in the whole school," my Mom said.
"There may be others, you never know," I said.
"They would have come forward by now since everybody in your
school must know about you and your thing for diapers. I can tell that
John is certainly not a normal kid."
"But he's nice, a lot nicer than all those other jerks at school,
especially Tom."
"I'm going to call around and make an appointment on Monday," my
Mom said as she got out the diapers. Mom brought a very big stack over.
It was more like a stack of diapers that Rena would use on me when she
diapered me. Mom must have felt that as long as I was going to be seen
in diapers by my grandparents that I might as well make a lasting
impression.
Several minutes later Mom had me very thickly diapered and pinned
up. A mountain of white cloth was piled high over my stomach and my
diapers felt twice as thick wedged in my crotch and three times as
thick over my butt as Mom folded some extra diapers up and stuck them
in the seat of my diapers just to make my butt stand out more. I put on
my plastic pants, which fit tightly over the huge diapers. I could
barely walk as I slowly exited my bedroom. I felt my heart pounding as
I approached the living room and anticipated my grandparents' reaction.
"Mother, Daddy, meet your grandson," my Mom said as she had me go
before them. "He's in diapers now, so I'd get used to it."
My grandma gasped and took a long look at me.
"My, my!" my grandmother said with much astonishment. "I don't
believe it; he's wearing diapers?"
"It's a long story, mother, we'll have to discuss it later," my
Mom sighed with exasperation.
"Has Danny been having problems?" my Grandpa asked.
"Well, you know how he was when he was a little boy," my Mom said
with a tone of unease in her voice.
"Oh yes!" my Grandmother said with emphasis. "I changed his messy
pants and wiped his butt plenty of times!" she recalled. "I didn't
think he'd ever get out of diapers! I remember when I bought him some
underwear for his fourth birthday, thinking this would get him to
finally use the potty. A week later, Jane, you showed me what he did in
them. Remember that, Danny?"
"Oh yeah," I said, feeling embarrassed as ever. I then started
sitting down on the floor where I was, right next to Rena. Rena noticed
that my butt was especially padded up and she started giggling.
"What did Mom do to you, Danny?" Rena asked me as she patted my
bulging butt.
"She put extra diapers over my butt," I said.
"I'll have to do that next time I change your diapers," Rena said
with glee.
"It'll be awhile before he'll need to be changed, Rena," my Mom
said. "I think I outdid you on the diapers this time."
"You know, Danny, your sisters were out of diapers when they were
two," my Grandpa said. He seemed to be taking this in stride, although
he was, no doubt, surprised. "We were hoping you'd be out of them when
you were three. You were literally quite a stinker to toilet train."
"All that agony for nothing!" my Mom said. "Had I known Danny
would be in diapers at age twelve I wouldn't have even bothered toilet
training him."
"I'm really not surprised Danny's in diapers again," my Grandma
said. "You had that kid in over a dozen of his skivvies at times
because he kept pooping his pants! I thought he should been put in
diapers then."
"You should see his friend John," my Mom said. "He had on fifty
pairs of underwear the other night when he stayed over. I don't know
what it is with some boys."
"I wish I could answer that, Jane," my Grandma said to my Mom.
"Since I only raised girls."
After Mom told my grandparents about John and filled them in on
what led up to me getting put into diapers my Grandpa resumed the slide
show and went back to show the tray that he was showing when Mom and I
got up for me to get diapered. Dad then showed a few reels from the
home movies. By this time it was starting to get dark and my
grandparents wanted to get home before nightfall. I felt awkward saying
goodbye to them while having only diapers and a shirt on. I normally
went outside to wave goodbye to them as they backed out of the
driveway, but not this time.
Since we still had a few feet of movie film left, Rena decided to
finish it off that night and get some shots of me in my super thick
diapers. I was in the middle of my best game ever on Demon Attack, and
there was no way I could stop playing, so Rena caught me in a captive
position as she got a good shot of my very-well padded butt. I knew it
was too late, but I still didn't want her taking home movies of me in
diapers. Seeing that I had six ships left, I got up and ran towards
Rena to get her to turn the camera off. She ran back as I charged
towards her. By the time I had her cornered the film had run out.
"I can't wait until everyone sees this!" Rena exclaimed.
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