Chapter 2

Both Mark and Malcolm had an excellent sleep. Mark always slept well, unless he leaked, while Malcolm rarely ever slept well, because he usually leaked. At least it was not as bad as not having diapers at all, which he had had happen to him a few times in the past, and all his early childhood before going into care. Some foster parents would not buy him diapers, or Pullups as he had been used to calling them. He never understood that though, he knew that they got paid back for them, and he needed them. The way he saw it, even then, was that at least his wearing diapers cut down on the amount of laundry that had to be done. When he at least got the Goodnites, he also leaked a lot less.

This morning though, even though his diaper is absolutely saturated, when he checked, Malcolm was very happy to feel that he had not leaked and wet the bed anyway. He laid there happily thinking back to the day before and how nice Mark had been to him and all the things that Mark had given to him, he hoped that it would carry on and Mark would not change.

Sometimes people did. Usually they got tired of his wet pants and beds and all the extra work it caused them, and usually within a month they all changed. The longest he had stayed in any house was four months, he had been passed around like a disease ridden rodent. He had already been in foster care for a little more than two years, and though it was horrible, how everyone treated him because of his pants and bed wetting issues, even he had to admit that it was a far cry better than when he lived with his mother.

Thinking that, Malcolm remembered back to the last day he saw his mother and how happy he had been that day. The neighbors had heard her screaming at him, yet again, and must have finally decided to call the cops on her, because they finally showed up. When they did, they found him naked, bawling his eyes out, his back and bum beaten nearly bloody with a belt, all because he was a useless animal who couldn't even hold his pee. She was pissed drunk again, at only eight in the morning, he had waken up wet, big surprise there, he always did, and she screamed at him for that, but then he started peeing, on her, while she was administering his spankings, and that was when it got so bad that he hoped it would all end, he had actually prayed that he would just die.

At first, foster care was great. The family he went to stay with was understanding of his wetting problem, they potty trained him for the day and they got him Pullups for night, and he was happy to get a full nights sleep, probably his first, probably ever, but then they changed. He was leaking at least twice a week, and no matter how little he drank, or how hard he tried to empty himself before bed, it never mattered. They lasted four months before asking him to be moved, he was just too much work.

The next three houses lasted three months each before they asked him to be moved, because he was too much work, then there was a two month stint and another two four month stints, and another two month one, and they all said the same thing, he is just too much work for so little pay. Two of those homes did not even give him diapers, so it was their own bloody fault, at least when he had diapers he didn't make near as much mess.

Then again, the pants wetting problem was only getting worse. The older he got, the more he wet, not less like most kids. Some weeks he would go without one pants wetting, but then the next week he would have two or three accidents during the day. The kids at school had started teasing him because of it, in kindergarten it is somewhat expected for a few wet pants, but not as many as he had, but by the time he finished grade one, and should be able to hold it, the teasing was getting horrendous. Of course, whenever he had a family with kids as well, they would always blab and tell how he wet the bed as well and wore diapers. The kids never forgot that.

He had also been transferred to four different schools because of his moving around, all of them he had been to at least twice, and no one ever forgot him, and of course they found out usually within his first week back that he was still a baby, something they were only too kind to remind him of daily.

One would assume that the teachers or yard monitors would help to lessen all the bullying and teasing that he had endured, but the sad fact is, most never even noticed Malcolm getting harassed. When they saw him at all, there were no other kids around him. They were smart, they stayed well away when there was a teacher or monitor nearby, but the second they were out of sight, he got it. He had complained before, even to the principal of the one school, but he ended up getting in even more trouble from the other kids for that, so he did not even bother any more. He just dealt with the teasing.

Now, he thought, I'm going to school wearing diapers. How much worse could it be.

Malcolm felt that there was no way that things could possibly get worse, and with diapers and diaper shirts, at least no one would likely notice his accidents any more. Maybe if he just ignored them and pretended that they did not exist, if they did not see his diapers, they would forget all about it and eventually leave him alone. In the back of his mind, he knew this would not work, but he hoped, and he knew it would not matter anyway, because he was not giving up his diapers now, not ever.

When he realized that he is already a full on diaper lover and that he would never be without them ever again, if he had anything to say about it, he smiled. He realized that all along it had been what he wanted, as well as needed, and now he had them and he was not going to let them go easily.

Malcolm was also thinking how lucky he was to have been found and rescued by a gay diaper lover. This, he felt, meant that his troubles were finally over, because who better to understand him than someone who is exactly the same. He also admitted to himself that given only half the chance, he would ride Mark until they were both happy.

Then thinking of this made him hard, and he is already very wet, and that is how he prefers to rub himself off. He had gone incredibly hard the second he envisioned riding Mark, and he used those visions further to jack himself off through his diaper. Cums one and two lasted at most thirty seconds each, and then his third took a few minutes, and his final another two more than that. He sighed deeply.

“Mmm, this is the life.” He said to himself, sounding very satisfied.

Mark was laying in bed himself, thinking about Malcolm and how hard he had had it so far in his short life. Sure, he had helped a few boys out now, but all of them had at least had a decent start, just a rough middle. His first boy, almost ten years ago, had been fourteen, was outed as gay and a bed wetter, his parents abandoned him because they could not handle the thought of having a gay son, and the boy stayed with him for only four months until he was ready to face the big bad world on his own. He went to another home who was okay with him being gay and wetting the bed.

The second and third boys were much the same, only different stories, one had been in foster care since his parents died, the other his mom could not raise him, so he too ended up in foster care. Both spent a few months with Mark, learning how to deal with the fact that they were gay diaper lovers. They had both been fifteen.

The last, had left only a year before, had been thirteen, he had spent almost six months with Mark, learning to cope with his desires. He too was abandoned when his parents found out he was a freak, but then, they did catch him getting drilled through a soggy diaper, and he did not even need them at all. He had been the only one to have arrived at Marks with marks, his dad had beat the snot out of him when he caught his son being so depraved.

All four boys had thrown themselves at Mark, but he just got them the toys they needed and told them to go fuck themselves. He also found all four of them suitable boyfriends, because he was not what they really wanted or needed, they were just wanting to say thanks the only way they knew how. Of course they were horny as well, but that was really the secondary reasoning.

Mark did have to wonder though how he would deal with it when Malcolm offered him his cute little baby bum. Being seven years old, finding a suitable boyfriend for him would be rather difficult. Most boys that already know that they are gay diaper lovers are at least twelve years old, most are older. Offering a teen boy a seven year old to fuck is insanely illegal, and that would be hard on a relationship. He did know that Malcolm would offer himself up, he only wondered how long it would take, for it is not a matter of if, it is a matter of when.

Thinking of all this sex stuff of course made Mark hard, and since he is already nice and wet, just the way he likes to jack off, he figured he may as well take care of things. He jacked off through his diaper, rubbing himself as he usually does, and just as he came, he slipped his other hand in to catch his morning treat. Still rubbing himself, Mark slurped up the mess that he had collected. He did the same thing through another two orgasms before he was ready to get up and face the day.

Mark headed across the hall to see if Malcolm was awake yet, and he could hear that he very clearly is, it also seems as that Malcolm is a little squealer. He sounded so cute as he came, it damn near made Mark hard again. He laughed to himself and tip toed away to leave Malcolm to his fun times. He headed to the kitchen to get breakfast started for the two of them.

Mark had heard Malcolm only seconds before he was finished, and shortly after he was finished up and down completely, Malcolm got up. He checked his diaper to make sure it was still okay, and he thought that he needed a change very soon. When he exited his bedroom, he saw that Mark's bedroom door was open and heard Mark in the kitchen, so that is where he headed.

“Morning Mark.”

“Oh, hey, morning there sunshine. Sounded like you were having a good time in there this morning.”

“Oh yeah, feels so good to rub through a soggy diaper.”

“Know how you feel. I still start every day that way, then again, I end every day like that too.”

“Cool. You think you could change me though please, I'm getting pretty soggy?”

Mark reached down and gave him the squeeze test.

“Hmm, I'll say, you're a right little soaker, aren't you! I think you'll last 'til breakfast is done though, so go ahead and sit down and we'll eat in just a minute. If you manage to leak before then, not a big deal, that's why all my furniture is designed to get wet and not care, I leak all the time.”

“Really, you do?”

“Sure. I've gotten really good at knowing how long I can last, but sometimes I don't feel that I've peed as much as I have, so I leak. That's why I almost never wear clothes in the house.”

“Glad I'm not the only one then.”

“Good. You'll find life here will be great, because I know exactly what you're going through, and I can help you far more than anyone else possibly could.”

“Thanks.”

Breakfast was served just a minute later, a nice pot of oatmeal, and they dug in. Malcolm really enjoyed it and said so.

“I'm glad that you enjoyed that. Now, how well do you swim?”

“Not very well. I don't need a life jacket any more, but I don't swim great yet.”

“You'll learn here, don't worry. With having a pool in the house I swim a lot. We'll swim every morning to work out, and you can feel free to use it as well just to play. Until I know you can swim well and strong though, I'm gonna ask that you don't go by yourself, okay.”

“Okay.” Malcolm said happily.

“Come on, follow me, I'll show you the best feature of the house I built.”

Mark led Malcolm downstairs and opened the door at the bottom to the most amazing basement that Malcolm had ever thought possible. The ceilings down here are three and a half or so meters high, the pool is five by ten meters, but not done square, it is done in a kidney shape, there is a large hot tub next to the inside curve of the pool, and one could slip right from one to the other with ease. The floor and walls are all done in stone tiles, the ceiling is textured and then painted a soft warm colour, and the lighting sets everything off perfectly. There are dozens of plants all around, mostly ferns and other such plants that love the moist environment. Off to the side are a few doors, and when he asked, Mark told Malcolm that one is a bathroom and change room, one is a sauna, one is a steam room, and the last door leads to all the machinery to operate the pool, the hot tub, and the rest of the house. There are a few lounge chairs and tables around them, some workout equipment, and several other things around, some of which Malcolm did not know what they were.

“So, what do you think?”

“I think this place is amazing.” Malcolm said in awe.

“Yeah, I had the rest of the house built solely around this and this alone. Now, we need to go get our soggy diapers off and get washed up before we get in the pool.”

“Why do we have to wash if we're just going right in the water?”

“You've been to the pool before, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You remember that strong smell that you always smelled there?”

“Yeah, chlorine, I hate the smell.”

“Do you smell it here?”

“Actually, no, now that you mention it, I don't.”

“Because I don't use it. The problem though, is that the methods I use aren't as effective at killing everything as fast as chlorine does, they keep the water just as clean and healthy, but it takes more time. What that means though, is that we absolutely want no more germs getting into the water than are necessary.”

“Oh, but well, I kinda can't hold my pee all that well remember, what if I pee in the water?”

“I can't either, and that's the only thing I don't care about. It's not like what little pee we'll expel will hurt the pool any, and it's really fairly clean anyway. The germs we need to worry about are over the rest of us, as well I don't want many oils and stuff getting into the water, and our skin is full of them.”

“Oh, okay.”

Mark led Malcolm to the bathroom and showed him that. He stripped off his diaper and urged Malcolm to do the same, but Malcolm just stopped and stared. Never before had he seen an adult naked before, and now he is, and he really likes what he is seeing. He went incredibly hard in his diaper almost instantaneously, his mouth went desert dry, and the butterflies in his stomach did an entire song and dance routine. Malcolm damn near passed out, forgetting to breath. Mark actually laughed out loud at the reactions to the little gay boy.

“Snap outta it you little gay baby boy.” He said, still chuckling, smacking Malcolm's cute little diapered bum.

Malcolm fell to the floor, started bawling his eyes out instantly, and curled into a ball. He felt so ashamed at his reaction, he just knew that Mark was going to send him away now. Mark bent down and picked up the surprisingly light little boy and cradled him in his arms and whispered to him.

“If you're ashamed at your reaction, don't be, if you think I hate you for your acting that way, I don't. I know you're a little gay baby boy, I know you wanted to see me or any other man naked, I'd be more shocked if you didn't. There's nothing wrong with it. Granted, I wouldn't react like that in a public change room, it might not go over too well, but here it's acceptable. You're well within your rights to look, especially here. It's good for you to see men naked, as well as teens, to see what you'll one day become. There's no shame in wanting to see me or anyone naked. Now, did baby's little cocklett go completely hard?”

“Yes.” Malcolm whispered.

“Thought so. Looked like you damn near came too.”

“I almost did.” Malcolm whispered again, only this time it was louder, and he grinned just a touch.

“Yeah, I did the same thing the first time I saw a boy naked too.”

“You did!”

“Sure. I'd dreamed of it for so long, that when it finally happened, my body went into overload and I exploded.”

“Wow, and I thought I was horrible and you were gonna kick me out.”

“For that, never. Now, react like that to a girl and I might think about it. Talk about disgusting.” Mark teased.

“Ew yuck, I've never in my life dreamed of seeing a girl naked, and I hope I never do, I hate girls.”

“Same here.”

“Good.”

“Hop down now buddy and remove your diaper, and then let's get cleaned up, okay.”

Mark set Malcolm down and Malcolm removed his diaper, still facing Mark, looking at his dick as he did so, and proudly showed off little erection again. His entire seven and a bit centimeter boner pulsing with his rapid heartbeat. His tight little ball sack is pulled up so tight it has almost disappeared. His long foreskin is pulled almost all the way down in his aroused state, showing the tip of his little purple dick head. His dick is pointed almost exactly forty five degrees up and he curves to the left ever so slightly.

“Looks like Baby's happy. Do you ever go soft though?”

“Usually, just not when I'm around you. It's actually a bit painful right now it's so hard.”

“I bet. You do understand, I hope, that there can be nothing sexual between us, that I'll never help you with your little baby bone?”

“I thought so.” He sighed sadly, but really, he did know Mark would say that, but it is not what he wants.

“I know. You wanna pay me back for being so kind to you, and that's nice, but not necessary. I'm doing everything I can for you to help you to live a better life than I had, I'm doing it happily and I need nothing from you but respect and love.”

“Thanks.”

“You're very welcome. Now, let's get us dirty baby boys all cleaned.”

There are three shower heads in an open space, all tiled, and across from it are the three sinks. At the back of the room are two separate and enclosed toilets for more private business. There are soap and shampoo dispensers on the wall underneath each shower head, and Mark grabbed them each a cloth from a stack under the sinks. They went and turned on the water and set their temperatures and then washed off fully. Mark telling Malcolm to make sure that his little baby bum and peepee were especially clean, but made sure he got his feet too. After they were fully scrubbed down, they headed out and went and jumped into the pool.

The water temperature is set perfectly so that they could enjoy it, not too warm, but nowhere near cold. Malcolm sighed as he entered. The local pool, he always thought, was way too cold, but this pool is perfect.

“Okay, now we swim some laps.”

“Why?”

“For exercise of course.”

“Why?”

“To help you to grow stronger and bigger, to help you burn off all your boundless energy, to make you feel better, what else is there.” Mark had to laugh. This was his first time ever dealing with a child so young and he forgot how inquisitive they could be.

“Oh, okay.”

They both started swimming, and Malcolm was doing not bad, but he is by no means a great swimmer yet. Mark stopped them and decided that maybe he should teach Malcolm how to swim properly first, and for the next hour, they did this.

“Come on you, let's go sit in the hot tub for a bit and then we'll hit the steam room and sauna before going for a cool down dip.”

“Okay, why?”

“Because it feels good, and it's good for you as well.”

“Okay.”

They hopped from the pool to the hot tub and Malcolm gasped. The water was pretty hot. Mark had gotten in first, and he laughed at Malcolm.

“It's not as hot as it feels, it's just because the water's that much cooler. I only keep it slightly hotter than a nice bath.”

“Yeah, I know, just a shock.”

“So, how you feeling now Baby.”

“Really good. I like it when you call me baby, you don't make it sound or feel bad like everyone else always did. They always called me baby like it was a bad thing, you make me feel good about it.”

“And it is good, and you should feel good. There's nothing wrong with being a little baby boy, when you want to be. Of course, we need diapers, so we're a bit more babyish than most, but that's okay too.”

“Thanks.”

“No prob. So, you're finally soft.”

“Yeah, I guess I kinda finally got used to seeing you naked.” He giggled.

“You're cute and so tiny when you're soft.”

“Not much bigger when I'm hard.” Malcolm said wryly.

“Sure you are, at least twice as big, and it's a good size for a boy your age, so don't be ashamed at all. Any little boy who gets to be your baby boyfriend will be a very lucky little boy.”

“You really think you could find me a boyfriend?”

“I don't know. It's not gonna be easy, that's for sure. Finding another little gay baby boy your age could be really hard to do, but I'll keep my eyes and ears open. Most boys your age don't even know what their dicks are for yet, other than to pee, and most certainly have no idea what gay is or means. If you can wait a few years, it'll be easier. I have toys coming for you that'll certainly help, but you're pretty young still, so any boys who wouldn't be insanely illegal for them to be with you might have to wait.”

“Oh. Well, maybe the toys will help, but I really do miss having a boy fuck me.”

“I know, but, at seven, most kids have no idea anything about fucking, and they probably shouldn't either. The law is very clear on that. Had the boy been caught, no matter what you said, he'd be in jail now. Hell, you know more about gay sex at seven than most thirteen year old boys do, even the gay ones.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say, I was blessed.” He giggled.

“I don't disagree with you, but most would. They'd think you were raped and scarred for life. Trust me, tell no one else about your past. No matter how hard you try, they will find that boy and they will make him pay. Don't put yourself in that position, trust me, what you went through already will feel like heaven if the wrong people find out about you and him.”

“Really?” Malcolm asked is shock.

“Absolutely. Trust me, the law's absolutely brutal when it comes to kids having sex. They have no care or concern about you, your feelings mean nothing, they only see that you were horribly abused and nothing more. Anything you say after that'll be disregarded and or twisted to suit their needs. The boy who had sex with you, he'll be labeled a monster, put into prison, and that label will stick with him for his entire life. Now tell me, wouldn't that be worse than what you dealt with already?”

“Oh yeah, they'd really treat me like that?”

“In a heartbeat. No matter how much you tell them it was what you wanted, they'll ignore it, or they'll play it off as brainwashing by the perpetrator of such heinous crimes. They'll lead everyone to believe that you never wanted it, but were made to want it by the monster who did those evil acts upon you.”

“Wow, that sucks. Okay, I promise never to tell anyone else again.”

“Once you're an adult, then you may do as you wish, but for now, it's imperative that if he didn't hurt you, that you say nothing. Of course, if it wasn't what you wanted, then it'd be a different story, then I'd help you to bring him to justice.”

“Oh, I definitely wanted and liked it. I mean, at first I was a little confused when he came to my room and asked me if I wanted to play a naughty game with him, I had no idea what he was talking about, but when he started rubbing me through my diaper, it felt so good. He never even asked me if I wanted to rub him as well, I just did it. After that, I was always the one to ask him if he was gonna come by my room that night after everyone else went to bed, he always left it up to me to ask him, and I always did. I stayed awake for as long as I possibly could, and I'd make sure I was wet, not that I could help it most of the time anyway, because he said he liked it, and when he came to my room, we played.”

“Good. Let's hop out and go sit in the steam room and then the sauna for a few minutes, okay.”

The two of them went and sat in the steam room for a few minutes and then the sauna for another few minutes, and when they went to dive in the pool, Mark asked Malcolm if he was ready for this, and Malcolm grinned and said sure. They jumped in at the same time, and while he had been ready for the shock, Malcolm still squealed shrilly from the sudden temperature change to his body.

“Holy shit, that feels cold. I think I just turned into a girl though. My dick and balls sucked inside so fast it hurt.”

“It's good for you, and they'll come back out of hiding in a few minutes, don't worry.” Mark had to laugh.

“I know, but I've never jumped back into the pool after, because the pool was always way too cold. Even this pool, which is nice and warm, felt like fucking ice water.”

“I'm sure it did for a second. Now, I know that all kids swear when around others, and I don't even mind it so much every so often, but I would ask that you not swear all the time please. You may have gotten used to that sorta thing living where and how you did, but here it's not considered polite. If it happens too often, I can and will wash your mouth out with soap, okay.”

“Okay, I'll try, but having your mom call you a dumb useless fucking piece of shit every day of your life, and that was one of the nicer things she called me, doesn't really help.”

“I know, I dealt with the same things remember. That's one of the things I'll be teaching you, how to vocalize your feelings without the need for swearing. In most cases it's simply not needed. Just try, okay, and only if I feel it's needed will we move to stronger motivation. Trust me, soap won't kill you, but you won't like it at all. Granted, one kid I was in foster care with, he had a mouth worse than you, and I swear that he got used to the taste of soap and actually started to like it.”

“Ew yuck.”

“Tell me about it.”

They stayed in the cool water for a few minutes to allow their pores to fully close, and then they hopped out and headed back to the bathroom. Once there, they both showered again, giving themselves only a light wash, but this time in cool water, and then they dried themselves off.

“Now, since we're already down here, and you need to learn how to do so anyway, I'm gonna teach you how to diaper yourself while standing.”

“Okay, but I don't have any diapers down here with me.”

“Sure you do. While putting things away yesterday, I brought a few of each of your types of diapers down to keep down here for just this reason. Today I'd like to try you in your daytime diapers that are the same as mine. They're a little less babyish than the Pampers and might hold more for you. I know the ultra thick definitely will, of course, but those are for when we're at home, and we have to go out today.”

“Oh, okay. Where do we have to go?”

“Just out.”

“Okay, and why can't I wear Pampers again?”

“You can, if you really wanna, but I'd like you to try these others as well, to see how they work for you.”

“Oh, okay, but I do like the Pampers, even though they're definitely baby diapers.”

“I know. You've already become a hundred percent diaper lover, haven't you?”

“Yeah, I think I really always was.”

“I think you're right.”

Mark then grabbed both their diapers and the baby lotion and proceeded to teach Malcolm how to properly diaper himself. Malcolm picked up on it easily and had to only slightly adjust his diaper after taping it on.

“There you go. That diaper looks really good on you as well. It fits well, but how does it feel?”

“I like it too. It's actually nicer than the Pampers, but the Pampers look nicer.” He smiled brightly.

“Good. These are very expensive and good diapers, their fit's second to none, and they absorb better than any I've ever tried. Even your thinner daytime diapers will probably hold as much as, or more than your Pampers did, but your night time one holds almost twice as much.”

“Really, then I can't wait to try one of them. Maybe when we get home and I have to change again. I still wanna wear my baby Pampers as well, but these are great too.”

“Okay. Let's go get dressed.”

They headed up to their bedrooms to get dressed, Malcolm slipping into a set of the new clothes that they had got the day before. He really liked them, they fit nicely and do not show his diaper, they look nicer yet, and they feel better still. Once they were dressed and ready to go, they headed out. Mark headed to the foster parents office first. Malcolm got tears in his eyes as soon as he saw the place.

“You're not giving me back already, are you, I tried, I really did, what'd I do to piss you off?”

“Malcolm, settle down. The boss here is one of my best friends, he and I were in foster care together, I'm not giving you back, I'll never give up on you. You've done nothing wrong at all, and furthermore, you could never do anything that'd make me wanna give up on you. I understand where you're coming from, really I do, but how could you even think I'd send you back, especially so soon, we've had a great couple days already, and I haven't even known you twenty four hours yet.”

“I'm sorry.” He whispered, looking down and wiping his eyes.

“Look, you have nothing to be sorry for, your parents, and all those foster parents, should be the ones saying sorry to you for abandoning you, for making you feel as if you were nothing but a nuisance, and they should be ashamed of themselves. I'm not like all of them, I'm here for you for the long haul.”

“You mean it?”

“Absolutely. The only thing that'd keep me from helping you for as long as you need it is death. Sadly no one can control that, and they'll have to kill me to separate me from you.”

“Thanks.” He whispered, a new round of tears escaping, this time happy ones, and Mark grabbed Malcolm and hugged him tenderly.

They hugged for several minutes until Malcolm stopped crying, then Mark pushed the scarred little boy away, kissed him on the forehead, and wiped away his tears.

“From now on, only tears of love and happiness, okay. I promise to do my best to ensure that they're the only tears you ever shed, and you try as well, okay.”

“Okay.”

Once Malcolm was more composed, they headed inside. Mark asked to talk to Steve, and he was free, so he headed in, but asked Malcolm to stay out for a few minutes.

“Hey there Mark, how's it going with Malcolm so far?”

“Really good. He's a very cute, scared little boy. He's a full on diaper lover, he's decided to wear all day every day, but I can't blame him, and he's full on gay as well. Was there ever a doctors visit to find out why he wet the bed?”

“Yeah, figured as much, poor kid. As for a doctors report, I think there's one in his file, there should be if there is one, but I've never read through his whole file, since I'm not his social worker, so I don't know much about him. I should probably give it to you anyway. Let me print out an entire copy of it for you, so that you can take it home and study it.”

“Thanks, that'd be appreciated.”

“That can't be the only reason for your visit.”

“No, there's a couple things. How many other young bed wetters do you have on file, and do any of the parents suspect any of them of being gay?”

“There's dozens of them, both boys and girls, I'm sure, I don't always get all the information, but there's always lots.. Of course, if we concentrate on just the boys, I'd say probably forty or so bed wetters. It's pretty common in foster kids for some reason. As for being gay, none that I'm aware of.”

“Okay. Are there any boys who are full time diaper wearers?”

“Other than Malcolm, three if I remember correctly.”

“What reasons?”

“All three were medical reasons, one of whom is in a wheelchair, he's paralyzed from about the stomach down. One is mentally and physically handicapped, and the third is much like you and Malcolm, just no real control.”

“Okay. And how old is he?”

“Twelve or so now.”

“Oh, too bad, he's still too old for Malcolm. I'm hoping to find him a boyfriend in the seven to nine range, maybe ten, but no older, so that no one can cause him problems.”

“Yeah, I knew what you were after. I'll go through all the files this weekend for all the bed wetting boys and see if anything else has been added. I don't read through every report completely, so things can get missed. At least having almost all of it on computer now will make it easier, I can just do searches for certain key words.”

“That'd be appreciated.”

“I know. Anything else?”

“Yes, I'd like to start proceedings to adopt Malcolm.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, I just love the little guy, he and I are so much alike, yet we're quite different as well. I'm not gonna abandon him, I told him I was there for him for the long haul.”

“I know, but you do understand, of course, how hard it is for gay men to adopt children, especially boys, but single gay men wanting to adopt boys is almost unheard of.”

“I know, but I know it can happen. Just do what you can, okay.”

“Okay, I'll see.”

“Okay, I'm gonna call Malcolm in then so that I can ask him if he'd like that.”

A few moments later Malcolm was in the office and seated as well.

“Malcolm, I'd like to ask you something, but I want you to think about it, okay?” Mark asked.

“Okay.” He said apprehensively.

“I wanna know how you'd feel about me adopting you.”

“Really, you mean it, as in you'd be my daddy?”

“Absolutely.”

“I'd really like that, but, well, I know they don't adopt kids to gays.”

“Actually, Malcolm, they do.” Steve said. “It's just really difficult and can be a long process. However, with that being said, you'd be asked a whole bunch of embarrassing questions, you'd have to see a doctor, and all sorts of things. The other option, of course, is just staying a foster child and staying with Mark permanently. It takes a lot less work to change Mark to full time caregiver.”

“And how would you know that they don't adopt kids to gays?” Mark asked.

“One of my foster brothers, you know which one, told me that because they knew he was gay that he was screwed, because no one would adopt him, except maybe a gay guy, because he'd understand, but they'd never let a gay guy adopt a kid.”

“Ah, yes. I see. It's difficult, but not impossible.”

“What would they ask me, have I ever been fucked?”

“Yeah, amongst other things. The thing is though, the second they see your little bum, they're gonna know.” Mark said.

“At least there's a report in his file that says he was caught fucking himself with something.” Steve said.

“And I know I'm not supposed to lie, but I'm not telling them that I have been.”

“Ah, so you have.” Steve laughed. “Figured as much. Don't worry about me, and I don't wanna know any details at all.”

“No, maintain that you just like putting things in your bum and that'll be fine. Refuse to answer anything else within reason, or outright say no if asked if anyone's ever fucked you. The choice is yours though.”

“If I go to a doctor and they check me out, that's gonna cause problems, isn't it?”

“Probably.” Mark said, laying it on the line.

“But there's the real possibility that they'll take our reports and see that you're just a naughty boy who likes playing with his bum and nothing more will be said.” Steve said.

“I really wanna real daddy, but I don't wanna cause problems either. Can we be daddy and baby and not have you adopt me and go through all that?”

“Absolutely. If wanna call me Daddy, then you may do so at any time. I'd really like to adopt you though.”

“But I don't wanna go to a doctor and have him think you're fucking me, 'cause you're not, and they're not gonna care what I say, remember, you told me that.”

“This is true. If they think I've been abusing you, there's no telling how much trouble someone could cause. Of course, they'd have to have some pretty good proof before they could really do much, and there'll never be any of that, but they could still cause problems.”

“Then how about we adopt each other, just not through them, and to hell with everyone else.”

“I could agree to that.” Mark said.

“Then I hereby appoint you father and son. Mark, I'll enter you as a full time foster parent then. I'll just push it through, nothing else needs to be done.” Steve said.

“Thanks.”

“Daddy.” Malcolm squealed in delight and attacked Mark and hugged him tightly.

“My baby. Well Steve, unless there's anything you need from me, I think we're gonna head out.”

“Okay, you two have a good day, and have fun.”

“Thanks, you too.”

The two of them headed out then and went to the mall to look around. Mark told Malcolm that they still needed to get him more clothes, some new shoes, and a couple other things that would probably be nice to have. They toured the mall for a good couple hours picking out all that Malcolm would be needing. By the time they headed home, it was getting pretty close to lunch time.

“So, how's your diaper?” Mark asked as soon as they walked in the house.

“Pretty soggy, but it doesn't feel like I'm gonna leak any time soon. It's about as full as I'd let one of my Pullups get though, but these are much better.”

“Good. Go ahead and strip then if you wanna, I'm gonna, so you can too.”

“Okay.”

They both stripped right in the living room until they were in only their diapers, and Mark thought that Malcolm was still good as well.

They went and made and ate lunch, and then sat around and talked more.

The rest of the day was pretty good, and they learned lots more about each other. A little after lunch Malcolm finished filling his diaper, so he asked for one of his ultra thick diapers, so Mark changed him, and he loved that one even more than the other two put together. In that diaper, Malcolm was now good until bedtime, so he was happy. Mark too had went and changed and put one of his ultra thick diapers on as well. When they went to bed, Mark changed and then kissed Malcolm goodnight on his forehead again and wished him a good sleep.

As soon as Mark left the room, Malcolm rubbed himself to three very satisfying orgasms through his diaper, which he had wet slightly just as soon as it had been taped on. With a satisfied smile on his face, Malcolm went to sleep.

When Mark went to bed, he too jacked off a couple times, then read through the reports that he had received from Steve, and happily went to sleep once he was tired.

This morning was a repeat of the previous. They had breakfast, then headed down and went swimming. This time Malcolm did not have to be taught more though, so he followed Mark in their exercises. Because they were not going out, Malcolm had asked, he asked to be put into one of his ultra thick diapers, so that was what he got, and because Mark liked the sounds of that as well, that was what he put on as well.

Just after they had lunch, they had a knock at the door, so Mark put his robe on and told Malcolm to go grab his as well and to not come out of his room until called. Mark went and retrieved his packages that he had hoped would be at the door waiting for him. He had not expected both orders at the same time, but both companies must use the same courier, so they both arrived anyway. That was good. Mark signed for it all and then went back in and called Malcolm out.

“What's that?” Malcolm asked, eyeing the two boxes, one quite large.

“A few things for you. Go ahead and open them up.

“Really?”

Mark nodded and Malcolm dug right in and opened his gifts with vigor. He opened up the sex toys first and was astounded at what he received. Mark knew the little boy was horny from seeing them, because he had had to adjust his little erection three times in only two minutes.

“I take it you like them?”

“Oh yeah, now I can't wait to go play.”

“That can wait 'til bedtime. You don't need to be disappearing to your bedroom to play already.”

“Okay, but it's gonna be hard to wait that long.”

“Yes, I'm sure it's gonna be hard.” Mark laughed, patting the front of Malcolm's soggy diaper with his boner buried inside. Malcolm grunted.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, I almost came.”

“I'm surprised you didn't the second you saw your toys.”

“Damn near did.” He grinned.

“I bet. Go ahead and open the other one now.”

Malcolm then opened the larger box and was astounded at what he found.

“How'd you know, I said no, but I really did want the baby stuff.” He said with tears in his eyes.

“Easy, your mouth said no, but your eyes said yes. I figured you really wanted them, but were still too scared to ask. Now you have them. Of course, the baby stuff shouldn't be used or worn outside, but I won't stop you if you really wanna. Let's get Baby into a diaper shirt and your shortalls, then maybe Baby would like a bottle.”

“Oh yeah, but can you put on the plastic pants as well?”

“Sure, if that's what you'd like.”

“Oh yeah.”

Mark had Malcolm pick out which ones he wanted to wear and helped him to step into them. He then had Malcolm pick out which diaper shirt to wear. It was a hard choice, but eventually he chose a blue one with babyish red fire trucks on it. Mark then helped him into his shortalls and snapped them up, but left one of the shoulder straps undone.

“Now, that's absolutely adorable. You look even cuter in this outfit than the last boy I bought it for did.”

“You've bought this for another boy before?”

“Yeah, he was thirteen and a full on gay teen baby boy. Now, what would you like to drink in your baby bottle?”

“Could I have some apple juice?”

“Certainly.”

Mark went and got that for Malcolm, warming the juice up slightly by adding some hot water to it, and then brought the bottle back, and Malcolm took it with a bright grin and drank it happily. He did not stop until it was empty.

“Thanks, that was even better than I imagined it'd be. Thanks so much.” Malcolm said, attacking Mark with another fierce hug.

“You're very welcome. So, from now on, you may feel free to wear just your diapers, diaper shirts, baby jammies or baby clothes, or just plain clothes as well. Whatever you wish. You may also ask for a bottle whenever you want, but again, I strongly suggest you only do so at home. Same with your soother, I strongly suggest you only use it while at home.”

“Thanks, I will. I don't want any more people to make fun of me than already do.”

“That's right. Now, yesterday Steve gave me the file that he had on you from all your various foster parents over the years, as well it included a lot of details from your mother, and even a doctors report from when you were five. Let's go sit down and read it over together. There's some information that you should know.”

“Okay, nothing bad I hope?”

“Some yes, most no.”

They went and sat on the couch after Mark went and grabbed the file. He opened it up and they started at the beginning.

“Okay, says here you were almost five when you were remanded to care, your mom was found to have been verbally, mentally, and physically abusing you. She was sent to prison for the abuse that she caused you, but she died while in prison, in fact it was almost exactly a year ago.”

“Oh, why didn't anyone tell me that. I wouldn't have cared, but why?”

“Not too sure. At six, I guess they were thinking that you were too young to deal with that. It's wrong, but there's nothing we can do now. Anyway, the next thing that's of note's your potty training. The foster parents complained that you couldn't even use the toilet, it didn't seem that you were potty trained at all, so they had to start from scratch with you. They got you pooping on the potty pretty quickly and easily, but you still had very frequent accidents. Bed wetting was also really bad, and they were forced to keep you in diapers at bed or you'd flood the bed. You were taken to a doctor to find out why. Do you remember that?”

“Not really. I mean, I knew I went to the doctors, but never why. No one ever told me nothing.”

“Which, once again, I don't agree with. They should've told you everything.”

“Yeah, nothing at all.” He shrugged.

“Anyway, they tested your bladder and all sorts of other things and found that your bladder's only just barely functional. They were told that you'd likely never have a dry bed and to keep you in diapers for bed always, and to expect wet pants, but to try and get you to the bathroom every half an hour to prevent that. There's a note saying that once you're older, and bigger, you might be able to go in for an operation to repair it, but that 'til then, it'd never hold, because you're growing too much still.”

“Okay, so I'm not just lazy then, I really do have a problem.”

“Yes you do.”

“Good.”

“Will you go for the operation?”

“Nope.” He grinned.

“I didn't either.” Mark laughed.

“Good.”

“So, shortly after that, they asked for you to be moved, because it was just too much work, and sadly, that's pretty much all the reports from all the rest as well. They complained that you were just too much work and that they didn't have the time and energy to devote all their time to just you. Why they didn't just diaper you though I have no idea, it would've made life far easier on everyone involved. Instead of helping you, they just scarred you more and more, with every move, they said your temper got worse and worse, you got more and more moody, and you started yelling and swearing at everyone. Had they have just realized they were the cause, and that had they tried to help you out and let you know they understood, then maybe you wouldn't have done what you did. I don't necessarily agree with what you did, but I do understand. It was the same for me, I went through the exact same things, and finally someone took me in who didn't treat me like a lazy freak.”

“Yeah, that's exactly how I felt.” Malcolm said sadly.

“I know, but you never have to feel like that ever again, okay.”

“Thanks Daddy.”

“You're welcome Baby. So, anyway, the next thing, of any real note, is the day your foster mother first caught you playing with your bum, and at that time it was just your fingers, and was the house before you were caught using a toy and sucking another boy.”

“Oh, I didn't know she caught me.”

“Yeah, and it's at that time that she asked you to be moved, she was sickened by that. She's actually no longer a foster parent due to her thoughts on you. Anyway, you know what happened at the next house, and that's pretty much it, 'til you ended up with Kelly. Now, she's a homophobe as well, which means she hates gays, but only I knew that, her bosses didn't, which is too bad, I should've mentioned that when I found out. So, here she gets this little seven year old boy, who she's been told might be gay and has bed and pants wetting issues. Well, she thought that she'd stamp that out.

“I guess after a few days of her rubbing your nose in it like a filthy animal, mentally and verbally abusing you for it, and all that, she was at a loss. So, she comes to me at work, because it's no secret that I was a really bad bed wetter as a child, just most don't know I still am, and she demands I tell her how I stopped, so that she can do the same for you. Well, that's when the shit hit the fan, so to speak, and here you are.”

“She really knew that you wet the bed as a kid?”

“Yeah, she overheard it one day as I was talking to a co-worker about it. His daughter still wets, so I was telling him how I did as well and that eventually she'll likely grow out of it, but, in the meantime, treat her well and help her out. Well, Kelly just barged right in and gave her point of view, well, I damn near hit her then and there.”

“She was a real bitch.”

“Yes, she was, but mouth please, remember, swearing isn't always necessary.”

“It's the only word I know that says what I think of her though.”

“And it's a good description as well, just not appropriate for a seven year old, okay.”

“Okay.” He sighed.

For the rest of the day they just relaxed together. They played a couple board games, that Mark had to teach to Malcolm, they watched some TV, and they even played the Nintendo together for a bit. Every so often Malcolm would look to the box of toys still in the living room and have to adjust himself, Mark would just laugh and tell the horny little boy to get his head out of the gutter. At diaper change times, Malcolm was so hard and angry purple, that it took everything in him to not cum, because he wanted to do so later.

Finally Malcolm said that he felt that it was bedtime, and it is just a few minutes after seven. Mark laughed at him and said yeah right, but did tell him that there was little point in changing his diaper yet, and that he would come and check when he went to bed to ensure that Malcolm got his fresh diaper on properly, (or at all, he said to himself.) Malcolm grabbed the box of toys and skipped happily to his bedroom. Mark wondered how long it would take for Malcolm to pass out cold.

Two hours, was the answer that Mark found out. He had heard Malcolm sighing and moaning, grunting and groaning, and he even heard the little boy squeal in delight seven times as he came. Then he heard nothing else and went to check to see if Malcolm had passed out before or after cleaning up and diapering himself. It was before.

Malcolm had went right to his bedroom, his little erection so hard inside his soggy diaper he was nearly limping. He threw everything on his bed, including himself, and then grabbed the dildo and the tingling lube. He poked a hole in the seat of his diaper and fingered himself with the lube for only ten seconds, and then grabbed the dildo and slipped it inside himself as well.

Funnily enough, this incredibly real looking dildo is almost the exact same size as the handle to the toy he had used inside his own bum several times before. He had been caught once using it, but he had fucked himself in the ass with that toy dozens of times. Malcolm sighed deeply as it slipped all the way inside himself. It is an average size fifteen centimeter (six inch) erection, and a fairly slim seven and a half centimeters (three inches) around. It is not too large, but for a seven year old, it should be far too much. Malcolm is in complete disagreement, it is just enough. It is the exact same size around as the boy who had fucked him before, but a good four to five centimeters longer, but the toy he had used had been three or so centimeters longer than this dildo, but he had never gotten it all in before. This dildo he got all in, it felt perfect in every way, and Malcolm sighed so deeply it shocked even him.

It had been so long since he was fucked through a soggy diaper, he had enjoyed that most of all, and now he is enjoying it so much. He is laying on his side, his bottom leg bent and tucked underneath him, and his upper leg is mostly straight, opening himself up perfectly and giving him the greatest amount of access.

Had he been counting, Malcolm would have counted thirty three seconds before cumming for the first time, and he had not even started rubbing his soggy diapered dinky yet. He squealed out, moaning fuck yes, and continued right on going.

After his second cum let him go a few minutes later, Malcolm dug through the contents of the box and found the cock ring. He opened it up, installed the batteries, and then stuck his hand inside his diaper and installed it. As soon as he turned it on, he jolted and came again, moaning out fuck yes once more.

He then noticed the pack for the dildo and saw that it too was a vibrating one. He had not looked that closely at it before, just saw that it was a very realistic looking fake dick and opened it right up. It is still lodged firmly inside him, so he pulled it out and found where the batteries went and opened it up and installed the batteries. Mark had dumped several in the box for him when he was not looking. Once he turned it on, he slipped it back inside himself all the way and just left it there, not even moving it. The vibrations both front and back were phenomenal and they were causing him to rise to yet another dry orgasm rather quickly.

As soon as that orgasm let him go, he started fucking himself vigorously now, really enjoying himself fully. Three more orgasms crashed through him before Malcolm was satisfied, but there was still the butt plug. He wanted to feel that in him most of all, but he is getting so tired now. Even he knew he had been going strong for well over an hour, and that if he goes on for too much longer, he is going to pass out. He inserted the batteries in the butt plug, and then, when he pulled the dildo out, he slipped the butt plug in. It took a little work to get the largest portion of it to slip in, even though it is not very large at all, and is only a little more than two centimeters more around than the dildo is, but it is still considerably more than he is used to as well.

Malcolm had turned on the vibration before even slipping the butt plug in, so it was vibrating away madly at maximum speed, and as soon as the plug seated itself inside him, he squealed and came one final time, and then that was it, he passed out cold.

That was the final orgasm that Mark had heard, and he went to check on the hopefully satisfied little boy ten minutes later, to ensure that he was asleep. He is not in the least surprised to find Malcolm a mess and in a tattered diaper. The light is still on, Malcolm is not covered, and all his toys are still scattered all over the bed.

Mark grabbed the dildo first and took it into the bathroom and cleaned it up and then put it and the lubes in Malcolm's end table. He then pulled Malcolm so that he is in diaper change position, Malcolm never even stirred or made a sound at all. He pulled the tapes to the diaper and pulled it down, and Malcolm is finally soft. The cock ring had fallen off in his softened state, and is currently vibrating against the little boys soft hairless balls. That probably felt really good. Mark knew this though, he loved using vibrators against his balls, it always makes him cum huge. He took that to the bathroom and cleaned it off as well and put it away with the rest.

Next Mark lifted Malcolm's legs to inspect his little bum, and was pleased to see that, even though Malcolm still had the plug in him, there did not appear to be any bruising or bleeding, so he had done well. Mark turned the vibrations off, so that Malcolm could get a decent sleep, but he left it in him, knowing that he would likely like that anyway.

Mark then cleaned Malcolm up gently, lotioned, creamed, powdered, and then diapered him into one of his ultra thick diapers again. He then repositioned Malcolm so that he could sleep, pulled the blankets up over the cute little boy, kissed him on the forehead and whispered to him to have a good sleep, and then left the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind himself.

Mark then went to his bedroom, where he spent almost an hour doing much the same things as Malcolm had done to himself. He too enjoyed himself a great deal, and then he changed himself and fell fast asleep.