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This story is pure fiction written by one DL given as a gift to other DL's. It's purpose is only to entertain, give a few laughs and most of all to stimulate memory of childhood, those good old times when nothing but the moment was of any importance.
Mr. Beebe was a happily married man just beginning his 40th year. He married late in life, at age 30, only because he had not found his Miss Right. In those last 10 years he busy himself with family, job in that order. One 7 year old boy belonged to his wife's first marriage. Later they would have another boy.
Mr. Beebe loved children more then anything else. Actually he felt more like a kid himself than the man with the heavy tool kit that drove many miles a day just to repair a few copiers. He would have much rather stayed home to romp with the kids.
You see, Mr. Beebe never really grew up. His body was a 40 year old man, his spirit was that of a 10 year old boy. Mr. Beebe was a DL every since he was a child himself. Up until he was 8 years old he had to be diapered because of his wetting problem, but he was continued in diapers until he was about 11 years old. His parents used a baby treatment trying to discourage him from fondling his penis.
He never understood just why diapers made him feel so wonderful. He never gave it much thought until after he was married.
Mr. Beebe's sex life was boring to both he and his new wife until one frightful Tuesday night. They set Tuesdays to relax together. Bob Beebe forgot this was the night for romance until he slipped in beside his wife. In fact, he even forgot to remove his diaper. He had just begun to secretly wear diapers during the day.
His whole life changed that night.
"What is this?" his wife, Kim, sat up in surprise and turned the light on from the night stand. She could not believe what she saw. "Bob!" she screamed out loud.
Bob jumped as if he was shot, "What is it, dear?" "Are you hurt, are you all right?"
"Bob, what are you wearing?" Kim could hardly believe what she thought she saw.
Bob turned ten colors of red, his embarrassment was more then he could bear. "OH! MY!" is all he could say.
Bob began confessing to his wife that he has been wearing a diaper for several months now, that he had been hiding the fact from her for fear she would not understand, even he could not explain it to himself. Half-sitting beside his wife he began to wonder if he was losing his mind, a grown man in diapers! No matter what he would say it seemed to come all out wrong. Surely his wife would think he was some kind of strange man.
Then he decided it was time for him to tell her about his childhood, how he had to wear them until he was 8 years old because he would always wet his pants. Then how he was made to continue to wear them because he could not leave himself alone while in bed.
"What do you mean by not leaving yourself alone?" His wife was now sitting up pondering all this new information about her husband.
Bob laid back with his eyes closed so tight his eye lids were paining him. "Oh my, Oh my!" He repeated over and over.
Bob really did not want to get into this subject with his wife, not now not ever. But each time he opened his mouth he got deeper and deeper till finally he realized he could not get out of it, he had to tell her the whole story.
Close together the two sat looking into each others eyes as Bob went into detail about his childhood. He felt some tension building up within himself as he spilled the long suppressed secret, the words just automatically roll from his mouth. Already he could feel the release soothing to his tormented soul.
Kim tried to interrupt him several times without success. "Bob, listen to me, Bob please let me say something......" Giving up she decided Bob needed to talk it out so she laid back putting her arm over his chest, patting him with tenderness.
Without letting his wife get a word in edgewise Bob continued to make excuses for himself. Bob was not sure how this was going to effect his marriage.
"Every time I went by the adult diaper section at the store I would get this funny sensation like I was drawn to them. So one day I got courage to pick up a package. I had been wearing one each day while I worked, then coming home I would take it off for fear of ..... well, for what's happening right now."
Bob stopped only long enough to breath deeply then started talking again, "At first I took them off before I got home but then I started to wearing them until bed time, I was afraid you would going to touch me and find out my secret but I was so caught up in the pleasantness of it I just had to keep them on and Oh my, I am so sorry if I have hurt you that is the last thing I want to do." Bob continued to rattle on for the next few moments.
After his wife calmed down and was listening to her loving husband she reached out to him asking him to listen to her. "Dear, I love you and no matter what you may do I will always love you. I am not really upset, only surprised, I had no idea that you had so much problems as a child."
Bob was comforted by Kim's soft words and her gentle hand that was rubbing over his tightly taped Depend. He still felt some embarrassment but now was mixed with a touch of arousal as his loving wife blew lightly into his ear.
One of her hands was fondling with his hair between her fingers. The other hand was being playful with the gathers that fitted tightly around his legs.
Bob did not know what to think! His wife was actually taking advantage of the time to begin foreplay that they both so much desired.
Kim and Bob spent the next hour making the best love either could remember. When both were ready to call it a night Kim got up to go into the bathroom while bewildered Bob laid openly on top the bed letting the cool night air bring him back to room temperature.
Thinking about the last few hours Bob wondered what his wife really thought about his diapers and the fact he tried to keep it from her. "She did not seem too upset," he thought.
Bob decided to put the diaper back on, after all it was not soiled at all. Besides he wanted to feel it's bulk around his body. He was in much need for comfort at this moment. He just about to fasten the tabs when Kim appeared beside him with two brand new Depends. He could not believe what he was seeing.
"Honey, I had found your package hidden behind the things in the bathroom closet. Let me get this on you!"
Bob's lower jaw dropped open as his heart raced with excitement. "You really want to do this?" Bob was like a little boy getting a Christmas package.
Kim laid one diaper on Bob's belly throwing the other on her side of the bed. Pulling at his old diaper she released the tabs and disposed the old diaper onto the floor. Bob raised his butt allowing the fresh diaper to be placed under him. Kim pulled the front part up and over his limp genitals pulling the diaper tightly as she could then pressed the tabs sealing her husband in his security pants.
Bob had not yet realized the fullness of his good fortune. All he could do was lay still and let Kim pamper him.
"Do me now!" Kim asked as she crawled next to her diapered man. She handed the other diaper to Bob.
Bob was so excited that he could hardly keep his hands still. After he had finished diapering his wife he crawled over her, giving her a kiss from her belly button to her ready lips. "Thank you, darling. This means a lot to me." Bob rolled over to his side of the bed falling soundly asleep in matter of seconds.
This was the beginning of Kim's and Bob's relationship that would bind them so much closer. Sex between them exploded into complete freedom of expression giving both the release then so desperately needed.
Kim had custom made some special diapers that gave the perfect fit. Bob used real baby diaper pins, some pink and some blue. Some diapers were made out of material printed with little bunnies and a few with Mickey Mouse and Daffy Duck on them.
Bob's job involved a lot of driving over many miles each day as he would go from town to town in his district repairing copiers. No longer having to keep the secret from his wife he wore his diapers daily, Letting Kim change him into a thicker one at night. He carried extras in the trunk of the car just in case.
Chapter 2 - THE STAY OVER
Bob adopted Gary soon after they were married. This was his wife's son by a previous marriage. Bob became quite close to his adopted son, taking him along on a few business trips with him. Gary adored his new daddy, following him around like a little puppy. Bob discovered his son had a natural love of working with his mind and hands, it would be a perfect profession for him, so he began giving him more responsibility, teaching him how to work the trade.
Bob and Kim were celebrating Gary's 8th birthday when Bob's pager went off. This was supposed to one of his rare days off during the week, so he was concerned when he felt the vibration alerting him to the call.
The call was from his dispatcher telling him he had several machines down in a Government Office. This was not in his normal district, but being in such a need and because his area was under control they decided to use him for this special job.
He would have to drive a little over 100 miles, would have to stay at least one night, maybe two. The Corporation always paid extra for such jobs and would pay for his night's stay.
"Daddy, can I go too?" Bob looked over at his wife who was smiling with approval. "Sure, I need a good pair of hands, sure, son, go get a change of cloths so we can get on the road." After the boy ran off to his room to pack, Kim gave her husband a hug and kiss.
"Thank you, he really needs to be with you more." Kim was pleased Bob took such an interest in her son. Bob was wondering if the boy wouldn't slow him down, but agreed to take him. His Corporation did not encourage their repairmen to take riders along with them, but if he had to stay overnight they would allow a family member time to time.
"Is it my imagination or has Gary been in a mood swing lately?" Bob asked.
"Yes he has been moody lately I think he has a reason to be..... you'll have to talk with him about it, I'm sure you can help him." Kim turned to go into the boy's room to help him pack. She turned back towards Bob.
"I need to tell you something, Bob...." She hesitated, "I found his bed wet yesterday morning. I think something is really bothering him, maybe you could talk with him and find out what it is."
Bob told her he would do his best. "I use to wet the bed when something was bothering me, too. I often wished I had someone to talk to about it. Yes, I think I can help him."
Kim looked as if she wanted to say something else but bit her lip to silence. Bob, picking up on this behavior, knew something was bothering her also. "What is it?" he asked as he gave her one last kiss.
"I put him in diapers last night," Kim looked Bob into the eyes as she raised her eyebrows up and down. Bob broke out into a wide grin, "All right! Better than a wet bed. How did he take it?"
"Better then I thought, at first he looked at me as if I was kidding, but I convinced him that it would be better then sleeping in a cold, wet bed. He just said, 'Yea, but what will daddy think?' so I told him that you had to wear them at his age, too. He said "OH SURE!" as if he did not believe me, but he let me put them on. However, when I got him up this morning he had already taken them off. I found them on the floor between the bed and wall."
"Soaked?" Bob asked.
"Very!" she answered.
"Poor kid, he must feel confused about it all, I'll give him a hand with it." Bob gave his wife another knock out kiss, grabbed his overnight bag, calling to Gary, "Let's go buddy!"
Once on the highway, Bob began to talk with Gray to see if he would like to talk about any problems. "How do you like your summer vacation by now?"
"Great, I like summers."
"Me too," Bob agreed.
After more small talk, Bob came to the point. "Honey, I know you have been wetting your pants lately and mom tells me you are wetting the bed some nights, too."
Gary grew tense and tears were forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise I will try not to."
"Sweetheart, I am not upset about it at all and you should not feel bad about it, I know it is not your fault, I know it happens." Bob was being as gentle with the boy as he could be. "Wetting the bed or your pants is not the important thing, what is important is.... YOU!" Bob reached out and poked a finger into Gary's belly causing the boy to giggle behind his tears.
Gary wiped the tears from his eyes while curling up his legs onto the seat. The look on his face told the story of shame and embarrassment the little boy was suffering. He did not want to make his daddy unhappy with him.
Bob quickly picked up on the boy's distress. For just a moment Bob had a flashback from his own childhood. Bob took one hand and brushed the locks of hair on the boy's light brown head.
"Gary, I love you more then anything else, you're really important to me. Your going to grow up into a mighty fine man, I will always be so proud of you. No matter what ever happens, I will always love you."
The child brightened up, lifted his head high and looked out the side window. Bob could see his reflection from the window and noticed tears, but best of all saw the smile of joy. Gary turned back to his daddy, grabbed hold of his hand, kissing the wrist. "I love you too, daddy, I love you!"
By this time they just drove into the parking lot of Mr. Beebe's favorite restaurant. Turning the engine off, Bob unbuckled his seat belt then leaned over to his son, taking him into his arms, gave him a long hug while kissing him on the cheek.
Before going into the restaurant Bob asked his son, "Did you bring any diapers, didn't mom lay some out for you?"
"Yes, but I forgot them, I think!"
"I bet you were just too embarrassed to pack them, I know that is how I use to feel sometimes." Bob was so sensitive to the boy's feelings that he actually felt his distress.
Ducking his head, Gary confessed that he really did not forget them, but was indeed fearful of bringing them.
"That's all right, sweetheart, I understand." Bob patted him lightly on his head, then taking Gary's outstretched hand, they went in the restaurant.
While in the restaurant they laughed and joked with each other, talking about this and that. The boy was getting to know his daddy in a big way. Mr. Beebe enjoyed this close relationship with his son. The waitress, noticing their close relationship, gave them extra service. Life could not be better, Bob thought to himself.
Chapter 3 - THE PURCHASE
Once more in the car, they pulled out of the parking lot when Bob saw a drug store across the street. "I'm going to stop over here for a while, wanta come in with me?" The boy released his lap belt then jumped to the ground to catch up to his daddy.
"What is he going to do?" Gary thought to himself as they entered the store.
When his dad stopped at the second row of shelving Gary found himself facing a whole shelf of baby diapers and supplies. While his dad studied the vast supply Gary looked at the pictures on the diaper packages. One was a little baby laying on her back kicking her tiny legs into the air, there is another of a boy lying on his stomach holding his head high. The boy's eyes followed down the shelf taking in each package until he came upon a package that had a older boy standing with his legs slightly spread. The caption read, 'I am a big boy now!' Another was a boy sitting on the potty with his pull ups down around his ankles, 'I can do it myself'.
Gary had given diaper packages a few quick glances while shopping with his mother, but was too bashful to stand in front of them for a good look. He knew they had pictures on them, but this is the first time he realized there was some older kids on the pull ups.
"Other boys must wear them too," Gary reasoned within himself. "Other boys pee their pants too." This revelation seemed to please the lad. However, he had not known any other boy that wore them, so this revelation confused him a little.
"Daddy.... Daddy" Gary pulled on his dad's pant leg trying to get his attention.
"What is it, son?" Bob leaned down to the little boy's level.
"There is a lot of diapers in here." he pointed up and down the aisles. Bob's eyes followed his sons pointing finger, "Yes there is, they have a nice amount of choices, too."
"Daddy, there are many for boys.... Daddy, do just boys wear them?" his eyes showed his wonderment.
"Some girls need them too, but I think more boys wear them then girls." His dad seemed amused at his son's attempt to figure this all out. "Why do you ask?" Bob was curious how Gray would answer.
"Well, I was just thinking, they make so many kinds and there is so many on the shelf....... I was thinking maybe they sell a lot of them. Maybe lots of boys wear them."
"I imagine they do, sweetheart, I imagine they do!" Bob had not thought of it that way before. With so many diapers in this store, and there are a lot of stores that carry diapers. Surely more older kids are wearing them then he even thought.
"Gary, why do you think many boys are wearing them, they will fit girls too?" His dad was wondering how his little boy was connecting diapers with boys.
"Look at the pictures, most of them are boys," Gary pointed out.
Bob was proud of his son's observance to details, the fact the boy picked up on that fact.
"Daddy" Gary pulled on his dad's arm to get his attention. Leaning down towards the boy Bob asked, "What, Dear?" "Daddy look at this", he pointed toward what looked like a 5 year old with some new kind of pull ups. "Look Daddy he's not a baby.... He's a big boy!"
"Yes, these are for boys that still need a diaper but are able to pull them up and down by them selves."
"I didn't know they made pull ups for bigger boys" Gary seemed interested but was trying to act a bit indifferent about it.
Bob reached for another package.
Bob showed the package to his son. On it's label was printed - "Youth size". There was a picture of a boy about 8 or 9 years old wearing cute T-shirts that allowed only the bottom part of the diaper to be seen. Something about the seeing only a hint of a diaper gave Gary a tingle between his legs.
"Is that my size?" he whispered. His daddy whispered back, "Just right".
"Can I be of some help to you?" the salesman asked. Both son and dad jumped when they heard the voice.
The salesman had overheard the two talking and was amused at the boy's interest in the packaging.
"We'll take this package," Bob remarked.
"Is this for the boy?" the salesman asked still grinning at the child.
"Yes, he has a small problem once in a while. Do you think these will be adequate for a boy his size?"
The salesman began looking up and down the shelf of diapers, then walked to the far end reached down and pulled up an even larger package. "These are more adjustable between ages 9 and 10. I believe these will fit him much nicer, they are a bit more comfortable because of the thicker padding." He added, "They do cost a little more but again there are 10 more diapers in this package then that one," pointing to the one Bob was holding.
"You see, I have a boy about your son's size, although he is 11 years old, he is mentally handicapped therefore has never been able to potty train so we have to keep him covered. We have used several types but this one is more practicable because of the ease in adjusting to fit. The cut of the material is more natural to body curves and the inter padding is thick enough they can be used as an all- nighter without any problem."
Bob asked Gary if he would like to try them. Gary's eyes widened, "You mean you will let me wear them?" still not sure he really understood his dad's intentions.
"You can wear them any time you want, I think these will keep you more than dry, so I want you to wear one each night for sure, but if you think you want one during the day, you have my permission to do so."
The salesman just sacked the package and gave Bob a receipt when he noticed the lad standing on one foot then the other. "It's down this aisle to the end, then turn right, its the first door to your left." Bob blinked his eyes trying to figure out what the man was saying when he chanced to see the boy fidgeting with himself.
"Come on let's hurry, Honey." Gary took his daddy's hand as they headed for the rest room.
Gary dropped his pants and underpants as fast as he could, standing tiptoe in front of the adult size urinal he let go even before fully aimed some pee splattered against the wall and floor.
Meantime, Bob had opened the package of diapers. He was pleased with the style, saying, "I wish they had these when I was growing up." Bob inspected the thick padding with interest, then holding them to his face he took a deep breath smelling the aroma of baby powder already in the diaper. A pleasant smile crossed his face because he knew the pleasure his son would soon experience. A look of envy as he turned his eyes on the half-naked boy.
"My goodness, he's beautiful," Bob thought to himself as he got a flashback of a childhood playmate who played 'show me' so many years ago. He could hardly believe that he was so fortunate to have a boy like Gary.
Gary gave no resistance as Bob fitted one of the youth diapers on him. Pulling his T-shirt up so to see the full diaper, Gary pranced before the mirror, taking in the view of himself while Bob looked on with specific approval.
"We better be on our way, I am expected to arrive within the next hour," Bob helped the boy pulled his pants over the new diapers. Once Gary's belt was fastened and the zipper pulled up Bob noticed the bulging diaper could not be easily hidden.
Gary walked with a waddle out the store's front door as he headed for the car. Bob, following a few steps behind, noticed the top part of the diaper was hanging out and the tail of his son's T-shirt tucked loosely just inside. This view gave Bob a powerful arousal that got things moving upward. Bob felt like a little boy when these feelings came, often without any warning.
Bob knew from his own experiences that a warm diaper pressing ever so gently against his genitals would excite an automatic erection sooner or later. Again Bob felt pangs of envy toward his little son for there was never a more wonderful feeling then for a little boy to feel the joys of a strong erection.
Sitting in the heavy diaper made Gary's butt feel damp from sweat. He could not put his legs together because the diaper was so thick between his legs. He sat still, looking out the side window with a silly grin on his face.
Bob was amused at just how fast Gary had adjusted to wearing diapers. He was more then pleased as the boy asked him questions from his own experiences.
Bob knew these questions reflected his son's deepest thoughts and desires about diapers and how they made him feel.
For Gary it had been a long time since he felt this much love and security, he needed a daddy like Bob Beebe.
This little boy indulged in his newfound freedom. Gary ran his hands down beneath his pants, just be sure he was not dreaming. "Yes, yes", he whispered to himself it was real all right. The child indulged in feeling himself without suffering guilt. For the first time Gary experienced this precious glow without having to feel the pain of embarrassment. He leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes while allowing himself the enjoyment of being alive, to be himself.
Bob glanced over at the boy, thinking to himself, "Okay, enjoy yourself son, I know how you feel."
All too soon the pair arrived at the Government building.
Chapter 4 - DESTINATION REACHED
"The dumb machine does not spit paper out the right end with getting hung up who knows where, sometimes I can't even find the copy." The man at the desk seemed desperate. Paper work piled high on the corner of the desk had piled up for the last two days.
He stood up and extended his hand to Mr. Beebe, welcoming him to the office.
"As you can see we need help. We have four machines and they all went done the same time, what else can go wrong?"
"By the way, my name is Paul Norton I'm the head of this department." Bob and Paul shook hands.
It was at that moment Paul looked over at Gary who was sitting on the big chair with his legs sticking straight out in front of him kicking wildly.
"What a cute little boy, is he yours?"
Bob introduced him his son. "Yes he is mine. You're right, he is cute, one of my best friends!"
Gary, upon hearing those words from his daddy began to puff up with pride. "My daddy thinks I am cute," he let these words run through his mind.
Paul moved over to the child to shake his hand. Paul hung onto his little hand longer then Gary thought he should have this made him pull has hand back to his side. But when the older man patted him on the head, messing up his uncombed hair, that was too much.
Gary pulled his head away and began to brush his hair back into place with his own hands. Both men laughed.
"You got the most delightful smile," Paul still complimenting the boy.
Turning back to Bob, Paul said, "I have a little boy about his size, his name is Jamie he is 12 years old, quite small for his age. Then I have another son Jimmy, Jimmy is 9 years old.
Beebe got busy on the downed copier which needed a complete go-through, what ever could go wrong, did. Toner has spilled, paper jammed in the rollers, wow.
Mr. Norton seemed to be a very friendly person. Both men talked about this and that. Then talked about their families. Paul had a picture on his desk showing his wife and two boys. "You have a nice looking family" Bob remarked as he held the picture in his hands.
It was getting near lunch time so Paul suggested that the three of them go out to eat together.
There conversation turned to Paul's two boys. It seems Paul was concerned by Jamie's small size, he looked no older then his brother at 9. "At 12 he should be taller and more filled out." Paul frowned a bit.
"I bet he will catch up to his peers before too long. He may start puberty after he is 13, I don't think you have much to be worried about". Paul tried to help the concerned man.
Chapter 5 - THE INVITE
Bob was kept busy the rest the afternoon on the first copier. This machine needed a part that Bob did not have in his parts supply. He called in his problem to his dispatcher, who in turn, put out a search of any close-by serviceman who just may have such a part. This happens from time to time in the repair trade.
One new part was located at a dealership in the next town. Bob and his son would meet the other repair man about half way. By the time the two got back with the new part it was closing time for the Government Building.
"Have you a place to stay tonight?" Paul asked.
"Not yet, we hope to find a vacancy at a motel," Bob answered hopefully.
"Not this late in the afternoon, we have an Elks convention starting tonight and will run through the weekend." Paul had his two new friends sit while he made a phone call.
Paul came back as quickly as he left. "You're in luck, Bob, you and Gary have a place to stay while you are in town."
"Great, after you told me about the convention I began to wonder!" Paul had Gary help him gather up his tools. Paul quickly cleaned up the mess by the machine and covered it for the night.
"Where is this place?" Bob inquired of the Manager.
"Well, it just happens that my wife is leaving for the weekend to visit her Mother in Castleville, so we have room just for two more."
"We sure do appreciate it, but we don't want to be putting you out any." Bob looked at Gary whose eyes just lit up. Gary asked if the two boys would be there or are they going with their mother? "No, to be honest with you she was going to take both boys with her because she could not get their regular sitter for tonight, When I told her about your need for a place to stay, she said that was an answer to prayer. So I guess we will be the sitters for tonight, besides Jimmy will be glad to have Gary as a sleep over."
Mr. Norton seemed a little relieved that Paul accepted his offer. Paul was not the baby sitter type and it was his idea to get Mrs. Thomas to stay with the kids.
Bob and Gary followed Paul's car to the outskirts of town before turning up a long lane flanked by fenced farmland. It was a beautiful landscape with lots of full trees and shrubbery. Soon they came to a small house set back into a grove of trees. In the front yard there was a large tire tied with a heavy rope dangling from a high limb of a strong tree. There were signs of children everywhere, with a toy truck here and a wagon there, a bike next to the tree. "A swell place to play," Gary thought as he looked around.
They were met at the door by Mrs. Norton who was just about to leave for her trip. A quick handshake to Paul and Gary then a hug and kisses to her husband she turned and embraced two small boys. The good bye's were dragged out before the mother finally drove off down the lane.
Once inside the house Paul bid his guest to make themselves at home. The smell of home cooking filled the room, "Betty got our supper all ready guys, we just got to wait for the meat to finish." Paul directed his guest to bring in their over night bags into the boys bed room.
The two boys were making eye contact with each other. Friendship soon over came any shyness between them. Soon the two were making their own conversations.
Jamie just sat in his special chair making smacking noises while his dad spoon fed him mashed up potatoes and carrots. Turning to Bob, Mr. Norton told them that Jamie was a special boy that needed special attention. "He's a good boy, he is very much loved around here."
After eating they all went into the living room. "Your wife is a good cook, that was a swell meal," Bob patted his belly with a deep sigh.
Jimmy spoke up with a loud voice saying, "Jamie's my brother, he gets to be a baby!" Jamie, hearing his little brother's comment, could only giggle.
Paul proudly told the guest that Jimmy was a big help for his brother adding that he is greatly loved also. Jimmy acted a little silly as his daddy patted his golden brown head of hair.
Bob recognized that something was going on between the two boys. Bob was troubled in what seem to him a strong sense of jealousy Jimmy had toward his older brother.
The two younger boys went outside to play while the men sat with a large glass of lemonade. For the next few minutes the men visited as they got better aquatinted. Jamie was beginning to get restless so his dad decided it was time to take him to bed.
Bob followed them into the back bedroom where Paul laid Jamie on the double bed. "Hand me a diaper out of that second drawer, please." Bob found two neatly stacked piles of diapers, one pile was much heavier then the other, "which ones, the heavy or light?" "The night ones on the right." Paul commenced to pull Jamie's clothes off.
Bob watched as Paul pulled the boy's T-shirt up over his head. Jamie cooperated without resistance when Paul carefully pulled his elastic waist band of his easy-change pants. Bob watched with interest when he saw the first glimpse of diapers with clear plastic panties that crinkled at the slightest movement.
Paul was talking the whole time, telling Bob how Jamie seemed to stopped growing after he reached 10 years old. Bob noticed the boy open a smile, showing his upper gums with baby teeth in a perfect alignment. "He still has baby teeth?" Paul asked.
"Yes, he never lost them, and they are still in good shape."
"Amazing" said Bob as he took another closer look.
Bob Beebe stared wantonly at the near naked child before him. He was charmed by the boy's flawless appearance. Somehow he had expected some physical deformity but Jamie was like a little angel before him.
Bob had a obsession about older boys in diapers. For years he had wondered why he reacted this way. It always gave him a deeper personal feeling. Perhaps it was reminding him of his earlier years when he wore diapers all the time.
Chapter 6 - LITTLE SQUIRT
"This last two years has been hard on Betty, Jamie was her first baby, she has been giving him all her attention," Paul continued his conversation.
Bob caught a clue of what was troubling Jimmy. "Paul, have you noticed the friction between Jimmy and his brother?"
Paul seemed to stop his talking for a few moments while he pulled off the boy's plastic panties, he slide a finger up under each side of the diaper gathers feeling just how wet the older boy was before loosening the tapes that held the diaper together. A light hint of diaper poop floated throughout the room.
Paul turned to Bob with a look of despair. "Yes, I have noticed resentment from Jimmy. Sometimes I know I do not handle his feelings very well. He's really the more mature boy, he understands why we need to pamper Jamie..... He will just have to bear it as the rest of us do."
Jamie was laying with his legs spread far apart kicking up and down, one thumb found its way into his mouth while he hungrily sucked on it like a pacifier. His other hand reached down with his fingers just under the front of his diapers. With a flip of his wrist the front of the diaper flopped open exposing a slight diaper rash just above his underdeveloped genitals.
Bob could not help but notice the golden brown suntan went all the way down his body without the usual white where diapers would be. Paul noticed Bob's questioning expression, "In order to help dry up Jamie's diaper rash we let him lay out in the sun each day."
For some reason the idea of Jamie laying naked on a blanket outside made Bob's personal feelings even stronger. He gets those feelings when he and Gary shower together. He finds relief on Tuesday nights while his wife and he get together, working things out. It was puzzling him why he had such feelings for a 12 year old disabled boy. Bob did his best to hid these feelings while leaning over the bed helping Paul get Jamie ready for bed.
Paul lifted the boy carefully, pulling the very wet and dirty diaper from underneath Jamie. Carefully wiping his bottom, which was also affected with diaper rash, Paul reached for the Kiddy Wipes gently preparing the boy for a clean dry diaper. Paul left the room to dispose the dirty diaper.
Bob studied the 12 year old with compassion. This small naked boy was eyeing Bob as if he was trying to communicate some longing he could not express. Bob was thinking of his own son who had only a wetting problem. How sad is was for Paul and Betty, but Jamie seemed to be a good boy with such a sweet spirit, easy to care for. Bob's feelings for this boy soon brought a tear to his eyes, not just for the fact that Jamie was so helpless but because of a deeper love that was swelling up from within himself.
Paul had just reentered the room when Jamie began to squirt three feet into the air. Before Paul could get the new diaper over him, the bed, Bob and Paul had gotten wet. This embarrassed Paul beyond words, wondering what Bob may be thinking. It was Bob's laughter that eased the tension of such a difficult situation.
"That reminded me of the time I changed Gary, I got soaked then, too," Bob continued to laugh. Paul added, "But you expect it from a baby boy, I've been doused a few times by Jamie before."
Both men worked together getting Jamie cleaned up again and diapered. Once the 12 year old was tucked into his bed the men returned to the living room and another glass of lemonade.
Paul asked questions about Gary, "Was he an easy baby to look after?"
"I guess he was," Bob looking around the room continued, "You see, Gary's my wife's child, I didn't know him until he was 7."
"Oh, but I thought you said he had peeped on you when you changed him......?" Paul caught himself in mid-thought, he began to understand, "You mean....". .
"Yes, and he is still in diapers!" Bob said without hesitation.
Paul listened as Bob explained why they put Gary back into diapers. "He a much happier boy now, I was surprised just how fast he accepted them"
About that time the two younger boys busted into door fully exhausted from there playing outside. Both boys were sweating from the heat. "Can we have some lemonade?" "Sure you can help yourselves."
It was Bob that first noticed the tattle tale dark spot covered with dirt that turned to mud located between Jimmy's legs.
Paul soon notice the same thing, "Jamie, come over here." his dad spoke roughly towards his 9 year old. "What have I told you about this?" pointing to his wet spot. Speaking to Bob, Paul said, "I have gotten after this boy I don't know how many times, if he has to go pee get into the bathroom, but no, he always has an excuse of some kind. His wetting drives his mother and me up the wall. Having one boy that wets and poops is enough.". Turning his attention back towards his son, "Jamie, your 9 years old, there is no reason on earth why you can't use the toilet like everyone else."
This talk, in front of his new friend, embarrassed Jamie. He ducked his head, moved one foot in small circles while fidgeting with his belt buckle. The scolded child peeked over the top of his eye lids toward his new friend, Gary. A tear trickled down one cheek.
Paul was not letting his son off easy, he continued to belittle him in front of the guest. "I bet you wouldn't catch Gary acting like a 2 year old!" his daddy's words were cutting deeper and deeper, making it impossible for Jamie to keep back the dam of tears. The child ran from the room, slamming his bedroom door behind him. Every one in the house could hear the child's hurtful cry.
Mr. Beebe began to ponder what just took place, he was sensitive to the feelings of both father and son. "How can I help each of these friends to understand...." Bob thought to himself. Just then Paul made some comment about how nice it must be to have a boy that did not pee or poop all the time. That was the statement Bob was waiting for.
"Paul," Bob began as diplomatic as he could, "All boys seem to have problems like this, it seems it must be the nature of boys. We have to wait longer to get control of our bladders. I read that little girls have it easier along these lines. Women have more bladder infections then we do, so there is some kind of trade off."
Paul agreed, "My wife does have this problem a lot it seems. But we really want Jamie to get control of himself."
"He will, but perhaps first he will need patience with lots of love and understanding. Right now he thinks it is all his fault and this thinking is causing him even more trouble, even causing him to have his little mishaps ."
Bob looked over at Gary who had been listening with interest. Then Bob continued his conversation with Paul. "You mentioned to Jamie that Gary wouldn't act as a 2 year old. I believe you meant that Gary wouldn't wet his pants, you couldn't be more wrong. You see, Gary may be soaked at this very moment!"
Gary nodded his head looking down between his legs wondering if it showed.
Paul also looked at Gary but saw no evidence on his pants. "Of course he's in ........."
Bob finished for him, "Diapers..... yes just like Jimmy, Gary needs some protection. A nice diaper is both comfortable, safe and effective in keeping him dry that is what they are made to do, keep little boys dry."
Gary was asked how he felt about having to wear them.
"Well, at first I thought they were only for little babies, At first I didn't really want to wear them. I used to wake up in a damp cool bed but now I get to sleep all night long and wake up dry, only my diaper is soaked."
"How do you feel about wearing them out in public?" Mr. Norton asked with a little chuckle of humor. "Don't you think someone would make fun of you, wouldn't you be embarrassed?"
Gary thought for a moment as if trying to get just the right words, "Well, I think I might be embarrassed if someone happened to see me in diapers, I don't know..... But if I did not wear them they would surely see my wet pants and that would really be embarrassing, so.... I don't really mind having them on. Besides it makes me feel good."
Then Gary giggled out loud, bringing a smile from both Mr. Norton and Bob.
"What's so funny?" Paul asked the small boy that was slowly turning red in the face.
"I don't want to say," Gary giggled, realizing what he just began to say. Suddenly he became rather shy.
Bob asked Gary if it would all right to tell Paul what he meant by his statement.. Gary nodded his head.
"Paul maybe I can answer that question." Bob Beebe took time to think out his answer.
"I think what Gary is trying to say is this, he likes to wear his diaper, it makes him feel secure where he can play or do what ever he wants without anyone knowing he wets his pants. Besides, diapers can give a boy special feeling that is not easily described."
Bob glanced over at Gary who was slowly shaking his head side to side. He was hoping his dad would not tell that part. Bob had not discussed any of his own feelings with Gary but somehow he knew Gary was experiencing the same familiarity.
Bob cut short his comment by saying, "It's just a boy thing".
Paul did not understand just what was meant by a "boy thing," however, he was thinking it may not be so bad for Jimmy to use diapers, at least for awhile.
Jamie's diapers would fit the younger boy without any problem. "Would he also need a plastic cover over these diapers?" Paul was beginning to understand the need his son had for diapers.
"I wouldn't think you would need to use any thing but a diaper, however, if he leaks or wets them more then once or twice before getting a change, it may be a good idea, why don't you try it with just the diaper first."
Gary informed Mr. Norton with, "Lots of boys wear diapers!"
"How do you know that?" Paul looked a bit surprised. "I never noticed too many boys or even girls wearing diapers after they got older."
"You didn't notice mine, either!" Gary giggled once again. "I know they do because there are lots and lots of big boy diapers for sale at the stores."
"If you put Jamie into diapers I am sure you will find the conflicts you and your wife have been having will cease. From it you will have a happy boy once again." Bob was pleading the case for the 9 year old boy.
"I don't know, it seems to me that a normal boy should not be needing to be diapered like a baby. I can understand Jamie's need because he can't help himself. But Jimmy is capable of using the bathroom, he just tries to hold it in too long."
Coming to the point Bob said, "Paul, what you say is true, however, I believe Jimmy has an other need that is not so easily seen. He envies your special attention towards Jamie. He wants you to give him the same treatment of pampering that you so freely give to the older boy, but to the younger boy you ignore and scold for the same thing."
Bob was taken back by his own boldness to speak this truth to a man he just came to know.
Paul listened intently to what was being said. "Yes, I can see that now. Maybe tonight would be a good time to test that theory, it would do no harm to give it a try."
"He could wear one of mine tonight. That way he wouldn't wet the bed and I will be wearing mine so I won't wet the bed. It will be fun sleeping with him, I could talk to him about wearing diapers if you let me." Gary was anxious to get to bed and it was getting past his bed time.
"That is a good idea, let the boys talk about it, let them work it out by themselves." Bob added.
Mr. Norton was convinced that by having Gary talk with Jimmy would be the thing to do. "OK. lets try it tonight and see how he gets along.
"Speaking of bedtime, it's pass yours, so head for bed. It will be up to you to get Jimmy into a diaper, if he won't do it for you, I will be in within the next hour then I will see if I can help." Bob gave his son a hug and kiss, patting his butt sending him off to bed.
In a half an hour Paul tip toed into the boys room, finding them already asleep he quietly began picking up their scattered clothes then piled them on a chair. He returned to the living room carrying one damp diaper and one pair of wet underpants. "Looks like Gary was successful in convincing Jimmy. I found them in deep sleep laying on top the sheet wearing nothing but a heavy diaper. It is so warm tonight I think they will be OK."
"I'll check on them again before I get into bed." Bob volunteered. "Is Jimmy a deep sleeper most of the night?" He asked.
Paul told him that once Jimmy gets to sleep it is very hard to wake him up.
"That is the behavior of a bed wetter, they sleep so deeply they just wet without waking up." Bob believed Paul needed to know that bit of information.
Bob and Paul talked about many subjects while the time slipped away. Both men seem to enjoy each others company. Bob felt so comfortable with Paul he began telling him some of his childhood need for diapers.
Paul told him that he himself did not need diapers and could not remember wearing them. The more the two men talked the more they gave out personal information to each other. Then Paul yawned openly for the third time.
"Our sleeping arrangements will be a bit cramped because this is only a small two-bedroom house. I will let Jamie sleep with me. The boys' room has two beds, one single and one double. Bob, you can either sleep in Jimmy's bed and let the boys sleep in the double or you can sleep out here in the living room on the couch."
Bob decided he did not wish to sleep on the hard couch so he chose the single bed in the boys room.
Paul warned him that Jamie's bed had a water proof mattress covering that may crinkle during the night. But Bob told him nothing could keep him awake once he got to sleep.
"I think I better check on Jamie and see if he needs a change before I fall asleep." Paul said as he yawned for the fourth time. "I think I will just go on to bed myself, Good Night, Bob,"
"Ya me too, good night." Bob stood up and stretched himself then headed for the boy's bedroom.
Part 7 - BED TIME
Because this was such a remote farm house, no blinds were on the windows, which allowed the bright moonlight to shine directly on the two boys. Bob stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, feasting upon the two beautiful boys laying in front of him.
Jimmy was on his belly with an arm draped around Gary's neck with his fingers teasing at the boy's hair. Gary was on his side facing his new friend with his hand resting on Jimmy's waist with his fingers just touching the top of the boy's diaper. At that moment Jimmy stirred then rolled onto his side placing his face directly on Gary's chest.
Bob began to undress in front of them. He felt an excitement race through his body as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor. He was aware that if either boy woke up they would be able to see him clearly because of the light of the moon lit him up like a spotlight. Carefully pulling at the tabs, he let the diaper he had been wearing all day float to the floor, letting it lay where it was.
Looking down at his own naked body, he wondered what the boys would think if they should wake up at that very moment. Shyly, Beebe pulled out a new diaper fastening he readied himself for bed.
Bob was standing only in his diaper, again feasting his eyes upon the two little boys. Bob was imagining what it would be like to be a kid again sleeping over night with a friend just like he did years before. "What if I got in bed with the boys? What if I snuggled up between them?"
This thought caused Bob considerable arousal. Going closer to the bed, Bob had to exercise much control to keep from reaching out and touching Jimmy's thigh just below his diaper.
"So cute!" he thought to himself as he made his way back to his own little bed. Bob decided to lay on top the sheets as the boys did. Laying there with his arms under his head Mr. Beebe began to let the memory of that exciting night that happened so many years ago.
Bob's thoughts returned to the night he stayed over night with his 11 year old friend. He grinned with a slight chuckle as the memory took him on a trip away from the present. How could he ever forget his chum, his very best friend of his school days? The deeper he went into this memory the easier it was for him to actually feel, smell all that went on in that dark room, he even could identify the smell of wet and dirty diapers. Bob gave a laugh out loud when thought how his friend and himself grunted and farted as they tried to see who could load their diaper first. He really had no chance because his friend had been saving up for this very contest. Bob felt a sadness as he wondered where his friend was now. Could it be he was also thinking of him this very moment? He hoped he was.
Bob was about to fall asleep as he tried to visualize that night with his friend. Both of them were bedwetters and slept in diapers. It was a hot summer night much like it was this night. The two got wrestling in bed, making it bang the wall which, brought his mother to the door.
"Quiet down in there, you kids find something else to do and stop that rumpus!" The boys looked at each other, "You wanta do it?" one asked. This was a game they played before. but this would be the first time in bed. The other answered, "Sure!"
He has never forgotten what it felt like to be touched by the other boy that night. Bob contented himself with only the thought as he quietly sat on Jamie's bed.
With the sleeping boys only a few inches away Bob sat quietly listening to their deep breathing.
The thought of feeling Jimmy's thigh again invaded his mind as he leaned back on the bed. There was a time he would have crawled up with the boys. If he was only 10 again. Bob began to remember the last time he slept with a friend.
Bob shook his head in unbelief at his forbidden thought. He pulled a clean diaper out of his bag, slipped out of the one he had been wearing all day. Laying on his back letting the night air blow over his naked body, Bob began remembering that night when he snuggled up to his 11 year old friend that summer night many years ago. He was 10 his friend was 11 they were the best of buddies, did everything together.
Finding another way to play that was much quieter, young Bob and his friend found the joy of touching. This lead from one thing to another leading to their fondling each other.
Bob smiled at his fond memory as he relived each moment of that night. All too soon he was brought back the present by the sudden jolt that discharged his tensions. He cleaned himself up using the discarded diaper then re- diapered himself, falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Part 8 - SATURDAY MORNING
Paul and Bob were up early preparing breakfast. Paul checked on the boys, finding them still asleep, so he quietly closed their door. "Why don't we just let them stay in bed as long as they want," Paul said as he headed for Jamie in the master bedroom.
"Want to give me a hand?" Paul called out to Bob Beebe.
"Sure, I'll be glad to," Bob entered the room to find Jamie with his legs being held up as his daddy wiped up a glob of poop.
"Why don't you go get me a couple warm, wet washcloths," Bob did as he was asked. "Also bring a few towels." Paul finished cleaning the boy while Bob wiped the diaper rash with ointment.
Jamie had the cutest smile as he watched every move Bob made. He even giggled as Bob smeared a light coat of ointment under the child's testicles. Paul diapered him then carried him out into the kitchen. The two men tied the 12 year old with a soft sash around his stomach to hold him in his special made high chair. Paul began to feed his big boy. Sitting in his chair, Jamie pulled at his nipples while looking around the room. "He is trying to find Jimmy." his daddy said as he lifted the baby spoon towards the child's mouth.
"I was not able to get hold of our baby sitter, but Nancy's mother will drive her over in a few minutes then we can leave." Bob had no idea who Nancy was, but at least someone will be watching over the boys while they could check on the copiers again. Bob usually has his weekends off, but his dispatcher wanted him to work this time for as long as it takes. He was promised a day or two during next week off to replace his lost weekend. Besides, Bob would get time and a half on top of other benefits.
Bob decided it would be best for Gary to remain with Jimmy and Jamie, besides they would have the time of their lives with the whole 3 or 4 acres to run in.
About that time, dust began to blow on the lane leading to the house, signaling the arrival of Nancy.
"Why don't you see if the boys are awake yet," Paul asked while he continued to clean up Jamie after feeding him. "We will have to go to the office soon as we can." Paul headed out to meet the car.
Bob opened the door with a jerk, surprising the two boys who were sitting on their knees facing each other on the bed. Jimmy's diaper was on the floor, looking like it was well used for it's intended purposes. Gary looked like the cat that ate the canary.
"We're not doing anything," he blurted out as he jumped away from Jimmy. Jimmy spoke up as in defense of his new friend. "He just took my diaper off..... he was going to help me put on a new one." All the time Jimmy was nodding his head up and down to confirm what he just said was true.
What he said may well been the case, except for two little details-first, there was no new diaper anywhere nearby, second Jimmy had all the signs of .......well you figure it out.
Bob chose to ignore what he surely knew was going on.
"Gary, Mr. Norton and I must go to the office today and finish up that machine, we have the parts for it. We may need another day before we finish the others, depending on what we find."
"Can I go, too?" Gary stepped to the floor, his diaper hung questionably low.
"I'd rather you stay here and play with Jimmy, maybe you could help with Jamie, too."
Both boys looked at each other excitedly yelling, "YES! YES!"
"You really wanted to stay, didn't you?" Bob laughed. "I am glad you volunteered to come even when you wanted to stay, I am so proud of you, son!, Of course you can stay."
"Oh, by the way, Nancy is here, she is going to sit with you boys."
Gary looked puzzled, who was this Nancy? Why did they need a sitter? "Dad, I am 9 years old, I can stay by myself."
"Nancy," Jimmy informed, "is a girl, she has taken care of us before."
"Do you like her?" Gary asked.
"Well, she is okay, I guess, she likes to boss us around a lot."
"What you mean?" Gary was sure he did not want a girl around, especially one who wants to boss boys around.
Bob had been helping Jimmy with a new diaper and was just about to get a hold of Gary to change his. When...
"Oh no, Oh no!" Gary backed off as if he saw a ghost. He expressed fear like Bob never seen in him before. "What's wrong, Gary?" his dad asked.
"I don't want any girl seeing me in a diaper."
"Oh, don't be silly, Gary, surely she has seen boys in diapers before," his daddy tried to explain, "Paul tells me she takes real good care of Jamie, besides, Jimmy will be wearing them too."
"Maybe she will even change us like she does Jamie!" Jimmy's eyes widened at the thought of having a girl powdering his body. "She kind of weird in a way, I mean she is, because she lets Jamie go without a diaper after she changes him, at least for a while.
"Maybe she just likes to look at boys," Gary giggled.
Gary did not want any girl see him in only a diaper. Now Jimmy was telling him she likes to look at naked boys. Just the idea of being seen by a girl only in a diaper is embarrassing enough. To be seen naked was especially disturbing for him.
Chapter 9 - THE SITTER
Nancy took one look at the two younger boys standing before her with only a T-shirt that just barely covered the white diapers below. Paul had just introduced the boys to Nancy. "Hi," she waved a hand in a girlish way. Her eyes took in the two boys from head to foot, resting in a stare at their diapers. She was dressed in a sleeveless flowery dress that fit tightly around her plump form. From her waist the dress flared out in tight neat pleats hanging about midway on her thighs. She wore little socks with some kind of a flower embroidered where the top folded over at the top. He black leather shoes with a small buckle neatly tucked into its latch.
Gary noticed she was only a bit taller then himself. "I can handle her okay," he thought to himself. It made little difference if she was two years older then he. Gary looked her over as much as she did him. He noticed how much she resembled the girl that played with Dennis the Menace in the morning funnies. Her red hair was done up in a way that her hair stuck out both sides of her head and bounced as she walked. Even her glasses seem to make her look Dennis' girl.
"You boys are so cute in your little white panties," she said almost in a sarcastic way. "I will have to keep my eyes on you babies! She continued her mocking. Jimmy had on a pair of dirty white socks that came up his leg half way to the knees with a worn-out pair of sneakers covering his feet. Gary was dressed the same way except for his sandals with red socks were not as high up the leg as Jimmy's.
Nancy commanded the boy to stay in the front yard and not to leave. She sounded like an overly protective mother as she stomped into the house to check on Jamie who was playing in his large playpen.
The two younger boys looked at each other, then busted into laughter.
"She is bossy!" Gary confirmed his friend's statement.
"Told you!" Jimmy "Your white panties are showing!" Jimmy mocked the girls comment about their diapers.
"You're the Cute Baby!" Gary punched Jimmy's arm. "You're the baby, you're the baby." The boys repeated back and forth to each other as they chased one another around the yard.
Meantime, Nancy was in the house gathering up all the diapers she found in the usual chest of drawers in Jamie's room. She only found three. "There's gotta be more," she reasoned out, this is not enough to last the day for three boys.
Search as she would, Nancy could not find but three diapers. She did find the empty bag of youth diapers that Gary brought in with him, but no more. "Well, those nasty, dirty boys will just have to keep them on longer." Nancy seemed to relish this mistreatment of boys. "When we run out they will just have to go naked," a silly grin crossed her face, causing her glasses to bounce on her pug nose.
Returning to Jamie, she laid him out on the floor and undid his wet and dirty diaper. "You messy boy, you really messy boy, when are you going to learn to use the potty?" She sounded angered, but she was rather excited as she pulled the diaper away from his brown-stained tuff.
All Jamie could do was spread his legs in cooperation, allowing this little girl to clean him up. He just looked at her and giggled.
After Nancy got Jamie cleaned up and started to pull the diaper in place, she noticed Jamie was giving her a firm salute with his tiny penis. This seemed to fascinate her curiosity, so instead of finishing diapering the boy she allowed him to remain a few more minutes. She took this time to put more powder and rub it in with her hands. Jamie closed his eyes, tilted his head back and held his breath until she was done.
"You really like it when I change your diaper, don't you?" Nancy took more time with the tabs, making sure they fit very tight. She looked around to see if the other boys were around when she saw them swinging in the tire swing. She returned to Jamie, who was trying to say something to her. She bent over him, kissing him on the belly button while lightly licking into the indent. Jamie was clean and dry and back safely inside his playpen. Nancy still wanted to find more diapers, but with no luck.
The boys came into the house to get a glass of cold water. Nancy was sitting on the sofa reading a book she had brought over with her. Dropping her book, she stood up, placing both hands on her hips and asked, "What you babies want, you should stay outside where boy's belong." She seemed to be overdoing this mother's thing. The two boys ignored her commands and walked directly into the kitchen, pouring a glass of cold water kept in the refrigerator. Nancy followed with a scornful eye, grabbing a towel to wipe up anything they spilled.
Gary started to walk toward the bathroom when he was suddenly stopped by a provoked female, demanding he leave the house this very second.
"I just have to go to the bathroom!" He explained
"Baby boys don't have to go to the bathroom," she informed the startled boy.
Jimmy was watching this activity from the kitchen table.
"She wants us to poop so she can change us," Jimmy informed his friend.
"But I have to pee," Gary explained.
"Do it in your diaper, that is what they are for, silly boy!" Nancy had a pleased look on her face, she seemed to enjoy sitting with her babies.
The wait was too much for Gary and he could argue no more. He stood before the watchful girl and his friend, closed his eyes, cringed his mouth then felt the warmth of fresh pee filling his diaper, moving back and up into his butt. Nancy looked more pleased then ever as she watched the green line turn deep blue.
"I was trying to make this diaper last longer because I am ran out and forgot to tell daddy that I needed more." Gary was wondering what was going to happen next, but he did not have to wait very long.
Nancy told him that bad babies that pee their pants have to wear them. She gave him two choices, he could either wear the wet diaper or take them off. "If you choose to take it off you will have to play outside until your daddy comes home because we don't want pee or poop on the floor."
Gary looked over at the table towards Jimmy, who had a worried look on his face. Gary knew his friend's diaper was soaked, a little bead of pee trickled on to the chair. Gary knew his friend must have really lost his bladder that time.
The boys found themselves back outside once again.
Nancy continued her search for more diapers. She knew that Jamie would soon need changing once more, and unless she found something there was going to a big problem.
Meantime, the boys began to plot a way to get even with this overbearing girl. Both boys sat on the front porch steps with their heads in their hands. Suddenly Jimmy had an idea.
"Lets poop our diapers like Jamie does, that way she will have to change us."
"That's a good idea, only I gotta tell you something........" Gary leaned over towards his buddy.
"What?" Jimmy asked.
"Well, when we got these diapers this morning I used the last one, I don't have any more." Gary seemed a bit worried.
"That's okay, we can use a couple of Jamie's." Jimmy said with confidence.
"I don't think so, I overheard your dad say they need to buy some more." Gary forgot to tell his dad to get him some more...... Then the thought came to Gary that maybe his dad had some adult size ones in his bag. The boys ran back into the house. Slamming the door to the bedroom, they rushed to Bob's overnight bag. Empty, not even the bag they came in. The two disappointed boys walked into the living room where Nancy had just fastened the tabs on Jamie. She had to wrap it almost around double because she used a ADULT diaper.
"Where did you get those?" Gary demanded.
"I found them in a bag on Jamie's bed," the girl proudly showed him one more. "These are for Jamie, not for you babies." Nancy sat on the last clean diaper.
"No! those were my dad's, you can't use them; they belong to daddy"
"Not anymore," Nancy smirked at the boys. "They are Jamie's now and you can't have them, so there."
"We can't pee any more and we can't poop even if we wanted to. Our diapers are soaked we need a change." Both boys realized they were in trouble because the very next time they messed their diapers it would mean leaks would be most likely.
Nancy overheard them talking about their problem, "Well babies, you could always take them off and play outside!" Neither boy liked the sound of her voice, it seemed to them she was making life about as impossible and difficult as she could.
The boys reasoned that they could just put their shorts on with wearing any undergarments. Why hadn't either of them thought of that before? They did not know.
"I got it!" Gary lit up like a searchlight, "we could wear your underpants, I saw them in you bedroom chest of drawers."
"But they won't help keep much, we would leak, they are too thin," Jimmy pointed out.
"You could always put on several, you could put on a lot," Nancy called out after overhearing the boys.
"Ya, I bet that would work, it would be like having on a diaper again." Gary really did not want to wear thin underpants after he got use thick diapers.
"You boys are so stupid," Nancy mocked them with her words. "I knew all along that is what you could do."
"How did you know? Do you wear your panties that way? Jimmy scoffed back at her.
"Of course not, big girls don't need a baby diaper like boys do," she remarked.
"Do too!" Jimmy began to push his own style of sarcasm. "Do too, I bet you wear them that way right now."
"Don't either!" the girl wanted the last word.
The argument continued until Gary maked the issue with, "Prove it, show us!"
"Ya, show us then we may believe you", Jimmy repeated.
Nancy was getting more frustrated by the moment. She stood before them raising her short skirt exposing her flower printed white underpants.
"See? I only need one, but boys need a lot because they make dirty in their pants."
Although the boys did not win the argument, they did feel they and won a victory they got Nancy to show her panties. Gary was not sure he was interested in girls or not, however, this girl could set him back for a few more years. If this was what girls were like, he wanted nothing to do with them. However, a sudden surge of excitement flowed over him when I watched her lift her skirt.
"How do you know that all boys poop their pants?" Jimmy questioned.
"I just know!" Nancy said with a bit of high and mighty in her voice. "I just know".
"You don't either," Jimmy threw back at her.
"Do too!" Nancy yelled back.
Gary could see this was going to be another argument, so he stepped into the battle of words with a few of his own.
"You're not even 12 years old yet, how can you know so much about boys?" Gary was getting upset with this detestable girl.
"I have two brothers, and they are always pooping in their pants, so there." The boys also leaned that not only did Nancy's younger brothers needed diapers, but also learned that they'd worn several pairs the same time to give added protection.
"Come on, Gary" Jimmy lead the other by the hand taking him out the back door. Nancy went back to attend to Jamie. "Why you bring me out here?" Gary demanded of Jimmy.
"Because, I know where a lot of underpants are."
"Yes come on," answered Jimmy as he lead on towards the garage.
"Mom collects used clothing for the Church Mission Society. He stores them in sacks out here." Jimmy began to pull old boxes away from the wall so he could open them. Finally, the boys found a large plastic sack that was stuffed with clean, but used boys' and men's white briefs of all sizes."
Chapter 10 - A DIFFERENT KIND OF DIAPER
The boys stripped out of their wet diapers, each taking one of the underpants to wipe themselves dry. Going through the sack of shorts, they sorted out several different sizes. Starting with the smallest to make a tight fit, they each began to pile one pair over the other, making ever other one size larger until they had on at least 10 pairs.
Gary was beginning to see the purpose of so many briefs. He noticed the tightness around his waist felt very much like a diaper. He was sure it even felt better because of the elastic waist bands that locked against his young body.
He also felt a strange sensation about wearing underpants that someone else had worn before he. The sizes the boys wore ranged from a size 10 boys to that of a 36 man's. It gave him a funny feeling to know he was wearing 10 other boys and men's underpants. He wondered who they were and what they were like.
About that time Jimmy made a statement that covered it all, "I wonder how many of these shorts got pooped in."
"Ya!" Gary agreed.
The boys didn't even bother to put their T-shirts back on, but rather went outside the garage wearing only their multiple white underpants. What a sight they made! They looked like they had on a very thick well-fitted diaper that fitted far up their backsides. In front the last banded brief fitted just a finger thickness from their belly buttons. These, along with their socks and little shoes gave them the big baby look. Once outside both boys looked each other over from head to foot.
Gary got that strange feeling again when he looked Jimmy over. The contrast between the white pants with the dark suntan of his legs below and his belly above gave Gary a tingle he loved so much. He thought his little friend was adorable.
Jimmy realized Gary was staring at him.
"What?" he asked as he ducked his head to see what was so fascinating. Gary remained almost speechless.
"I am glad you are my friend, I like you a lot!" Gary wanted to tell him more but thought he ought not because it may sound too mushy. But Gary's facial expression was betraying his inter love he had for his friend.
"I like you too, I am so glad you came to stay with us....." Jimmy wanted to say more, but he also felt a restraint in letting his friend know just how he really felt.
While the two stood admiring each other, Nancy had been wondering what these boys were up to. She spotted them in the back yard. Thinking she must go and scold them just to keep them in line she headed their way. When she was within a few feet of them she suddenly stopped. Her mouth opened as if in shock. Her eyes opened wide, the glasses made them look bigger then they really were. She began to pick at her skirt pushing slightly inward, the toes of her feet seem to point toward each other.
"I just. .....I just...." Nancy was not able to talk she made no sense as she tried to form the words. It took what seemed forever before she was able to tell the boys, "I just put Jamie down for his nap."
When she got the words out of her mouth she blabbed, "I like you guys in those diaper pants." Maybe for the first time in her entire life she began to feel the rush of her female nature.
The boys were shocked at her soft and gentle voice, this was just not like her, for once she sounded almost likable. Gary recognized what he thought was the meaning of her hand poking at herself. He asked, "Nancy has to go pee."
Jimmy also picked up on this obvious conclusion, "Why don't you just pee, that is what you make us do."
"I don't have to pee!" she shouted in her old sarcastic way, "I.... never mind, you babies wouldn't understand." She turned to walk towards the house but took one last look over her shoulder.
The boys stood there in wonderment as a light warm wind swirled around their near naked bodies. It was Jimmy that first spoke, "She really had to go potty bad, didn't she?"
"I don't think so..... I think it was something else." A fleeting thought was going though Gary's mind, maybe she was feeling something like he felt when he looked at Jimmy, that funny tingling that don't go away very easily.
"What else could it be, Gary?" The boy knew that he grabbed himself like that, to hold the pee from squirting out sometimes.
"Come and I will tell you," Gary took Jimmy by the hand as they ran out into the field next to just out of sight of the house.
Reaching a dry ditch, the boys hid themselves from any prying eyes. Jimmy could stand upon his tiptoes just to see ground level. Looking back towards the house, he announced, "She went into the house, nobody is around."
"Now tell me.... what's happening?" Jimmy seemed impatient to find out what was so secretive that Gary had to bring him out here.
Gary leaned himself closer to his little friend, actually touching much of their bare stomachs together. Placing his arms on each side of Jimmy's head leaning against the wall of the ditch for support, Gary began talking.
"Remember what we were doing this morning when daddy scared us by opening the door real fast?"
Jimmy giggled, "Ya, he almost caught us." Jimmy had an afterthought, "You don't think he knew what was happening, do you?"
"I'm not sure, I think he did, but he understands boys. He did not say anything about it, did he?"
Jimmy giggled again. "Jamie and I do that some times," adding, "he likes it." "What has that to do with Nancy?"
"Remember how we felt, remember the tingling down there?" Gary patted Jimmy on the front of his diaper pants.
"Ya... OK... it tickled."
"That's the point, once it tickled really good we had to touch ourselves."
"Ya!" Jimmy was trying to understand Gary's point.
"I think when Nancy saw us in these diaper pants she felt something like that, too."
Jimmy's eyes widened. "Oh, Ya maybe" He thought a bit then added, "But girls don't have a thing like boys do, how could she feel that?"
"I don't know for sure, but I think they feel something sometimes." Girls were a mystery to Gary and he was just now trying to figure it all out.
"Why does she have to be so bossy all the time?" Jimmy questioned.
"I don't know... I don't like it either." Gary went into deep thought.
For a few minutes the boys rubbed up against each other, letting their bare bellies rub up against each other. Both boys could feel the extra tightness inside their diaper pants. Gary wasn't sure if Jimmy was feeling the same thing, but when Jimmy whispered, "Why does this feel so good?" as he wiggled his stomach closer to his friend. Gary then knew, lowering his head to match his friends, both boys kissed lightly over the lips.
"I saw Nancy playing with Jamie one time!" Jimmy reported just as Gary pulled back, licking his over his lips.
"What were they doing?" He asked.
"I'm not sure, but it looked a lot like what we are doing. Jamie had his diaper off that I know. But I could not see too well. I think she was doing something with him." "Really!" Gary questioned the boy more about this strange activity.
"I got an idea. How would you like some fun?" Gary asked the boy.
"Sure, what?" Jimmy and Gary were now side by side, leaning with their backs against the wall of the ditch.
"Suppose we poop our diaper pants and got them really soaked, I mean we really mess them up." Gary was interrupted by Jimmy.
"Ya, then she would have to change us, but wouldn't she be mad at us?"
"No, I don't think so, I think she wants to change us."
"Uh, really?" Jimmy was not too sure about all this yet.
"Sure, she likes to change Jamie, she even checks on him when he is not dirty or even wet. She must have gotten a feeling when she saw us in only a diaper, did you see how she went back to the house.... probably to check Jamie out again. I really think she wants to do it." Gary explained.
"Are you willing to try it?" Gary added.
"Let's do it," Jimmy already was beginning to bear down, letting a fart rip into the afternoon air.
The boys ran back toward the house, getting a big glass of orange juice. They noticed Nancy had her eye on them.
It was sooner then expected when Jimmy began to fill what little space was left in his diaper. Both boys showed a slow dribble run forming just below their diapers. Jimmy's face was reddening as he maked more liquid, bring on a soft sound of a long fart.
Nancy gave her first sign of approval, "You babies look like you are about to poop."
Jimmy was sitting on his haunches, leaning slightly forward with his arms wrapped around his knees. His legs were slightly spread apart. Both Gary and Nancy watched as Jimmy's face showed more signs of straining. Grunting for all his might, more wetness seeped around his crouch now mixed with a light brown color.
The sight of watching Jimmy poop in his pants gave Gary encouragement in starting his own bowels to move. Dropping to the floor in the same matter as Jimmy, Gary let off with a short fart then a sigh of relief. This pooping was brand new to Gary, and he was not too sure he'd like doing it. But in a moment the warm, new, fill and the relief given brought back primitive responses. Gary could feel the strain on the multiple underpants as they tried to expand with the load of poop.
Nancy was watching with enthusiasm ,having made each boy lie on Jamie's changing pad. There, she commenced to pull one layer at a time off each boy until she got to last pair.
"Messy, dirty boys," she commented.
Gary was anticipating having this girl pull off his diaper pants. He had mixed feelings about it all. One part of him wanted her to see him naked. The other part of him seemed too embarrassed to let her undress him. With his eyes slightly closed he knew she was about expose him to the world.
He sensed anticipation just as his last dirty underpants slipped down and off the end of his feet. Everything seem to go into slow motion as the over anxious baby-sitter reached into the bucket of warm water sitting nearby. The moment she placed the warm rag over his genitals, Gary knew he had lost control and had allowed nature to do it's job.
"Oh no! she's going to know!" Gary thought out loud.
"Know what, little baby?" Nancy pulled the wash rag away to rinse the new poop out. "I all ready know..... And I made you do it. All little boys do it when I wash them."
Gary didn't know just what to think about this new experience. Only his mommy and daddy ever washed him like that. He knew there was no other choice but to lie still and let her finish cleaning him up.
When Nancy wiped the last mess clinging around his frontal parts she had him turn over on his belly. She rinsed the rag once more squeezing out what she could she returned to wipe his butt.
Gary started to get up on his knees but was maked down as Nancy ran the rag up and down the crack. He relaxed by laying his head on his arm, slightly turning to see what she was going to do.
"Stay put, I am not done yet!" Nancy commanded in her usual way. Just then she wrapped the wet wash rag around her forefinger and commenced to ream around his pooper hole. Gary was not sure he liked it and was about to tell her so, when suddenly she pushed it in to wipe the last brown lump.
"OH! Stop, that hurt," Gary came clear up off the floor in one jump.
"Owie!" he yelled as he grab at his butt trying to soothe himself from pain induced by the wash rag.
Gary was more then a little indigent from the laughter of his friend and baby sitter. He sat down in the soft chair, watching Jimmy get his turn.
Once Nancy had completed her changing of the boys, she began cleaning up the mess, taking the dirty diapers into a pail of clean water to be washed later. The two naked boys sat next to each other in the same chair with wonderment of what was coming next. Did their little *joke* played on Nancy backfire? Maybe it had, maybe it didn't.
"What are we going to put on now," Jimmy asked with a bewildered look on his face.
"I'll tell you what you're going to do and you will do it when I tell you can do it," Nancy was making the two boys squirm just a while longer.
"Our Daddies will be here very soon," Jimmy warned.
Jamie just woke up from his short nap and was fussing to get the sitter's attention. Nancy laid the older boy out on the mat for his next changing.
"Yes, your daddy will be here anytime now. So why don't you go out to the garage and see if you can find some more boy's underpants?"
Both boy's seemed relieved they were able to leave the room. Once outside the naked boys hopped and skipped all the way to the garage.
Chapter 11 - Lost sack found
The boys searched the entire garage going through all the sacks of clothing Jimmy's mother was collecting for the Church Relief and found nothing that could be used as diapers. Oh, they did find a few boxer type shorts that would fit a man size 48 extra large. The boys tried them on and danced around making fun of the way they looked. But still nothing to put on.
Gary looked down the lane, only to see a car about to park next to the house.
"Who is that?" Gary asked.
"Come, lets hide, it is Nancy's mother with her two little brothers." Climbing into the big cardboard box that most of the sacks were packed into, they peeked out the best they could.
"Find something, anything we can put on, quickly." Gary certainty did not want the older lady to see them without anything on.
"Look what I found!" Jimmy held up a couple of overalls that had seen better days. Both were a little too big for them, but better than nothing. Quickly they scrambled into to them, pulling the shoulder straps over their shoulders and snapping them to the bib. Gary had to roll up the cuffs on his pair to keep from tripping. Jimmy's pair seemed the right length but could only get one strap to fasten. Neither of the boy could get the side buttons to stay in the button holes.
Running as fast as they could make their feet move, both reached the back door the same time and busted in, just in time to see their daddies coming into the front door.
Forgetting all about their ordeals of the day, the boys ran into open arms to be swung around and around.
"I sure missed you, daddy," Gary cried out.
"Well, I missed you too, sport." Similar greetings were exchanged between Jimmy and Paul.
Sitting the boys down on the floor, Bob Beebe looked his son over.
"What are you wearing? Couldn't you find a pair larger?" Both men began to laugh.
The boys explained why they had to wear time and where they found them.
Nancy's mother had been overhearing their conversation. She said she had just brought Mrs. Norton a box of her boy's underpants. "A little worn and some are too small for these big boys, but there are some that are big enough." She explained that her boys use them in multiples so needed some larger ones to fit over the smaller.
"I am sure you can find enough for your purposes until you get the popular sizes."
Paul whispered to his son, "Jimmy, you better go see if you and Gary can find something besides these overalls, standing from my view point I can see all of you."
Both boys began to dig around the large cardboard box pulling out several pair of gray-white underpants. Jimmy held one up to the light, "Yucky" as he nudged Gary. There was a large brown stain, part was darker while some was lighter. Although they could see they been washed. Still, the stains remained. The waist bands were stretched making them a little loose.
After gathering up five or six pairs each, the boys ran for the bedroom. Two little kids, one about five and the other about four years old, followed them. Gary called out for them to leave but Jimmy said they were just little kids.
The smaller children were wearing only a long T-shirt that allowed only a small amount of their white double padded underpants to show, whenever they bent over their *diapers* could be clearly seen. Neither of the kids wore shoes or socks.
Gary shut the door behind them as they climbed up on Jamies bed. "What you doing with our underpants?" One of the youngest curiously asked.
Jimmy told him that they need diapers just like they had on. Gary just slipped out of his overalls and reached for one of the panties. Holding them up for a closer look he noticed they were different than any he ever saw before.
"Look, they're like a diaper. There is a pad sewn in the seat and front." he observed.
The little kids sat in wonderment, watching to see how such big boys were going to get on their underpants. But somehow the first pair went on without any problem.
In no time both older boys had slipped into four pair each. There could be no room for any thing else, both felt the waist bands biting into their tender hips. Because of the extra padding the underpants resembled a tight thick diaper and felt like one, too. Because the last pair they put on was the biggest they could find it's waist band wrapped just under their belly buttons and rode high up their backs.
The little boys rolled in laughter at the sight of two older *babies* acting silly in nothing but multi-layered underpants as they showed themselves off like beauty contestants.
A voice at the door beckoned the boys back to reality, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I would not have believed it," Paul said as he made way for the other adults to get a glimpse of the four diapered kids.
"Come on, Nancy, we have to be getting home....... Come on boys, hop into the car," their mother herded her kids out the front door.
"Thanks for the help, Nancy!" Paul called out. "And thanks for the box of underpants, I think they will be put to good use," Bob added.
"Bye, Bye, Nancy," Jimmy called out.
"Nice to have met you, Nancy," Gary waved.
Nancy turned to wave back, giving the boys one last look over.
"Mom, how come boys are so messy?" She said as she helped one of her little brothers into the car noticing the new brown stain forming on his bottom.
"I don't really know, dear, I guess to keep us girls busy, as if we had nothing better to do," answered the mother as she lifted the other child into his seat.
As the car drove off, Nancy took one more long look towards her older charges, "They are kinda cute."
"What's that, dear?" her mother asked
With a wide smile and a glitter in her eyes, Nancy said, "Nothing mom, nothing at all," with a giggle she turned her attention to her little bothers.
Chapter 12 - SATURDAY NIGHT
It was Saturday night. A warm summer wind began to pick up, causing the leaves of the big tree to flutter back and forth making a rustling sound. The two boys were playing on the old tire swing. Jimmy was standing while holding onto the rope while Gary sat in the tire holding on with each hand. Both youngsters trying to see how high they could go. Just a few minutes before the boys would get the swing going fast as they could then jump as far out as they dared, landing and rolling on the grass.
Both would need a bath tonight, that was for sure. Their copper tan bodies mixed with dust and grass stains gave them that special little-boy look. The boys were in a need of a diaper change, not only because of the dirt gathered on their seats, but also because they were just too busy when the need arose. They were still wearing the same multi-double-seated underpants they had on since the last change which was by now several hours ago.
Bob Beebe and Paul Norton stepped out on the front porch to rock in the chairs as they shared a pitcher of cool lemonade. The only thing that was annoying this night was the buzzing of the growing number of mosquitoes diving for human blood.
The men took all the swatting and biting they could and headed back towards the front door.
"Come on, boys, before you get eaten alive," Bob called out.
Neither boy could hear a word or just did not want to hear, it is hard tell when dealing with little boys. The bugs did not seem to be a concern either, but by morning they will be a itching something fierce. But for the time being they were just having way too much fun.
It took both fathers to pry the boys away from their fun and games. But the daddies won out and soon the boys were inside where the dirt really showed up.
"Yukky, it's bath time for you two," Paul commanded as he began to undo Jimmy's homemade diaper carefully removing the several layers so nothing would get on the carpet. He wiped the child's dirty butt with the only clean underpants he could find. Then swatted the boy on his rump, heading him toward the bathroom door.
Like wise, Bob stripped and wiped Gary giving a slight push in the right direction, while making some comment about why is that boy starting to poop so much.
Paul had already began to fill the tub.
"Hey you boys, don't get into the tube before I have a chance to wash you bottoms. Gotta keep the water clean for a bath, you know."
Both boys laughed as they took turns examined each other, "Your messier then I," Gary giggled. "No you are". No you are" "You are!" the boys tried to our yell the other.
Jimmy settled the argument by backing his rear making a direct hit against Gary's brown -ut butt then wiggled to smear the mess around.
Gary did not seem to share the same joke as did his little friend. "Hey, cut it out you little........!" Jimmy cut him short adding, "Poopy Butt!"
"Hey Dad Gary went poopy again." "No I didn't" "Did too" and so they went at it again.
It was Bob that put an end to the teasing insults, grabbing hold of Jimmy's arm. Bob held the boy still long enough for him to wipe the last color of brown from his butt.
"Nice butt, Jimmy, nice and clean that is." Bob gave him one more wipe then lightly smacked him playfully.
"Nice messy butt," Gary tried in vain to restart the exchange of insults. Bob got the last word by pointing out that Gary's butt was really the messy one now.
"Ya, go look in the mirror Poopy Butt.! Jimmy taunted his friend.
In a few moments both boys were settling down for their bath.
"Dad", Gary tugged at his daddy's arm, "Daddy, did you bring another package of diapers with you?" Gary and Jimmy had used all the multi-layer of underpants Nancy's mother brought for the Church's Relief Program.
"Oh, I thought you two would just put these back on" Bob held up the wadded dirty pants just taken off, "they look so comfy on you boys." Bob joked.
"Dad" Gary yelled out in protest, "Not until they are washed"!
"Yes, Gary, to answer your question, I did get a few packages for you and myself."
Gary felt a bit relieved because he know the underpants would not be washed until the morning, besides he was looking forward to having the thick diaper to sleep in.
"Thank you daddy," Gary gave his dad a big prolonged hug.
Paul spoke up saying that he too bought several packages for Jamie and Jimmy, adding he even bought a couple for himself.
Bob Beebe followed the boys with his eyes as they stepped into the tub. Jimmy sat down with his back resting against the back of the tub but Gary got onto his knees placing them on each side of Jimmy's so the boys would be facing each other.
Both Paul and Bob stood silently staring at the boys who had began to splash water on each other.
Both men would not openly admit it but they both had similar feelings toward these two boys in the tub. Even if both could not explain why they felt as they did, they both felt the same primitive scream that arose up within each of them.
Paul was the first to shake off the almost hypnotic effect that captured his entire attention.
"Man, is it hot in here or is it just me?" Paul wiped his sweaty forehead.
"I think this is one of the warmest nights we had so far this year," Bob looked away from the two boys for a moment.
The boys continued to play as they helped each other bathe. For the next half an hour each boy helped the other with their bath.
Out of the tub they stood facing each other. Gary wiped Jimmy with a soft drying towel. Jimmy cooperated by standing very still while Gary slowly wiped every nook and cranny.
Without a word being spoken the boys communicated with their facial expressions, telling each other the love felt toward each other.
Jimmy did the same for his friend giving him the same careful wipe down being sure to get every drop of wetness. Gary, like his pal before, stood still submitting willingly to Jimmy's loving carefulness as the towel worked its way over his clean body.
Each boy took turns laying on the bathroom rug while the other powdered and diapered him in a new dry and cozy Depend. This diapering process took more time then normal because of the playful mood the moment put them into.
Finally the children completed their task giving each other approval for a diapering job well done. After checking each other's diaper to be sure they were leak proof, the boys topped off their bath time with a few minutes of playful wrestling on the bathroom floor.
Bob and Paul were pleased when the boys walked into the living room wearing nothing at all except for their night time diapers. Bob had Gary stand before him for inspection. Gary pulled nervously at each nipple while his Dad had him slowly turn a full circle while pulling at his son's waist band, testing the fasteners, running a finger up under the leg gathers.
"Great job, son, you did a good job putting that on by yourself!" Bob praised the boy.
"Jimmy did it!" Gary corrected his dad.
"Ya, and Gary put mine on too?" Jimmy piped up the same time patting at his night time diaper.
"I am really proud of both of you." Paul and Bob said in unison.
For the next hour the kids played with toys on the floor along with Jamie doing his best to compete with his brother and Gary.
Jamie turned over on his back and spread his legs making a face as his eyes closed tightly. Paul knew what was happening so started to get up. Jamie spoke out the few words he could pronounce clearly, "Poopy, Poopy!" This caught the attention of all in the room as they witnessed the older boy finish his duty. Gary and Jimmy looked at each other while giggling.
Bob sat on the sofa while Paul changed Jamie's diaper. The conversation turned to the Machines at the Offices. "Only one machine left to do, and I see no problem getting it done early tomorrow morning." Bob Beebe said.
Paul had just laid Jamie on the changing pad when he glanced over at Jimmy. Realizing his youngest son had also pooped by observing the darkened shadow that formed in the seat of his diaper.
Calling out, Paul asked, "Jimmy, why aren't you using the toilet for pooping? It is not like you to do this." His dad was not upset but showed surprise that his 9 year old son suddenly reverted to dirtying his diapers again, making the mention that he was doing so well these last couple of years.
"I couldn't help it, daddy, guess I am just like Jamie, and need you to help me, too."
Paul and Bob had been talking about this very thing while driving home from the Office earlier that day, Bob had warned Paul that once a boy starts wearing diapers again he may purposely make a few accidents happen. "They don't do this to be naughty, but it just happens. Jimmy, however, may not even be aware of the reason for this sudden change in pooping. In Jimmy's case, what he really wants is to have you treat him like Jamie." Bob hit it right on the head, that is exactly what Jimmy wanted.
Jamie laid still, savoring each gentle touch of his father's hand as the nice smelling powder was applied. His eyes were almost closed, his mouth reveled a sweet little smile that reached the heart of his loving father.
The boys watched the activity as if it were a drama being played out upon the stage. Gary looked at his own daddy as if to say, `me too, daddy."
Bob Beebe pulled out one big fat diaper from the bag and asked his son, "You want me to diaper you, too?"
Gary's eyes widen with delight as the words formed in his mouth, "Sure!" Gary was not that wet, but with a little making down, he was able to make them just a little wetter to be able to justify the change.
Without hesitation Gary placed himself in front of his daddy, readily submitting himself for the intimate exchange between father and son.
Bob sprinkled sweet smelling baby powder in just the right places and began to rub lightly, smoothing out the powder. Gary relaxed, enjoying the pleasure of having his daddy ready him for bed.
What Bob saw was the fiscal expression of one very pleased little boy.
"You could do this for yourself, sweetheart." Bob was not complaining, he enjoyed doing this for his little boy. "It does give me pleasure to do it for you, but you did a fine job with Jimmy's diapering, here, raise up a bit."
"I just wanted you to do it." Gary was satisfied that his daddy would give him this helping hand.
"Tell you what, I will fix you up in a very special diaper tonight. I'm going to put another extra thick night diaper over the top of this one making you one super duper diaper. You may not be able to walk very well but you will experience a very different kind of night diaper."
Jimmy had been over hearing Bob and Gary's conversation. "Daddy, do me like that, too."
Bob threw a couple of new diapers to Paul. "Use a couple of these and pull them as tight as you can, they will really stick out between their legs so will need to be rather tight".
"Thanks!" Paul just finished powdering Jimmy and Reaching for the large Depend. Paul fix it on the boy as the way Bob suggested.
The two men stood back to admire the two little boys that could only lay spread eagle on the floor unable to draw their legs together because of the heavy diaper that kept their legs spread apart. The diapers' front poked up in the air as if a pillow had been stuffed between their legs.
Jamie, who had been diapered in only one Depend, stared in unbelief, reaching and patting his own to see if it was just as big.
"Well, it looks like all our boys are ready for night- night." Paul winked at Bob.
"Ya, it sure does!" Bob laughed out.
Both men reached out giving each other a high five. "Let's see if they can get to bed by themselves." Bob Beebe giggled.
Paul motioned to Bob to move out of earshot of the boys. Once the two men were a few feet away, Paul whispered, "Wonder if you mind making a change in the sleeping arrangements tonight......... Jamie and I did not sleep too well last night because the boy is not used to sleeping in a different bed."
"Sure, Paul, what have you in mind?"
"What would you think of having Jamie back in his own bed, you and Gary take the double and I will take Jimmy into my room?"
"That would work OK with me." Bob agreed.
"Or....... Well, this may sound strange but..... we could switch kids you take Jimmy and I..... could take Gary." Paul suggest this rather carefully but a slight smile betrayed his hidden excitement. He had no idea that Bob wanted to make this very same suggestion.
For a moment neither men could speak.
Bob looked over at the boys, Jimmy was still trying to get off the floor but all he could accomplish was to get his large white diaper high into the air, with his legs firmly planted and his feet flat on the floor while he tried in vain to push himself off the floor with his hands. All he could accomplish was to walk on all fours a few feet.
Bob stared at this boy's diaper sticking high into the air. "wow"! was all Bob could think to say.
Gary, on the other hand was on his belly, not quite able to get his knees under himself. He, too, was pushing up with his arms putting him into an almost push up position.
It was obvious both boys would need assistance if they were to get to bed.
Bob took a hard look at Jimmy, thinking of the night before and how close he came to reach out and touch the sleeping boy. Paul's suggestion of exchanging boys for this one night seemed appealing to Bob Beebe.
"OK, Paul, this may be the last night so if the boys agree to that arrangement I won't mind." Both men sighed a `Yes' under their breath..
Paul had wanted to give Gary a hug ever since he first saw him in his office. Watching the boy struggling to get on his feet rekindled an old flame within his heart. Paul had a few questions he would like to put before the boy concerning diapers.
"Let's ask the boys if they would want to switch Dad's for the night." Just saying that statement gave Paul goosebumps.
When the question was presented to the boys each looked their own dad in the face with an expression that seem to ask, "Did I hear, right?"
Paul re-phrased the question, "I would like to have you send the night with me, Gary. And Bob wants Jimmy to stay with him, would that be OK with you boys?"
Just to clarify things Gary asked, "Mr. Norton, are you going to wear a diaper too?"
"Of course, if you want me to" That was just what Paul had been thinking about, "But please call me Paul, Gary, Mr. Norton sounds to formal."
Paul asked Jimmy, "What do you think about all of this, Jimmy?"
Jimmy looked hard at Gary, both boys shrugged their shoulders, raised their eyebrows, grinned at each other.
"I guess it will be all right". Jimmy ducked his head as if he were about to enter into some kind of a naughty thing.
Paul noticed this look of concern on his son's face, "It will be all right, Jimmy, Bob will be wearing a diaper too."
"Oh, OK, Ya, I would like to", Jimmy raised his head revealing a very large smile.
"I wasn't sure..... I thought..... well, I thought..... never mind." Jimmy's face turned a slight color of red.
Bob seemed to understand, he wondered how he would react if the tables were reversed and he was a boy being asked to sleep with an older man.
"I would so much enjoy having your company, Jimmy. We will have a chance to talk about why we wear diapers and things like that," Bob explained.
"That's right, boys, I'm sure you would find it educational and besides I have a few questions I need answered." Paul helped Gary to stand up.
"If your diaper is too big we can take off one of them......:" Bob never got to finish before both boys cried out in unison, "NO! leave them on, we like them!" while they patted at their own oversized coverings.
"I don't believe my daddy is going to wear a diaper to bed," Jimmy giggled at the thought.
Bob picked the little Jimmy up into his arms and carried him into the bedroom, dumping him upon the bed, he leaned down to make a comment to the boy. "Your daddy is a very special man, he loves you so very much. So much that he is willing to share with you so he can understand you better. Your daddy is a good daddy and he loves you as much as he loves Jamie."
"I know, I love him too". Jimmy seemed pleased that Bob told him of his Daddy's love.
Chapter 13 - SURPRISE IN THE NIGHT
Bob, still clothed, crawled upon the bed, wrapping both arms around Jimmy, pulling the boy close to himself. Jimmy was content to snuggle next to the older man's chest. Jimmy had many things he wanted to ask Bob. The warm night air blew softly into the room from the open window. Moonlight drifted softly throughout the room like a soft, quiet glow, giving an atmosphere of gentle quietness.
Both Jimmy and Mr. Beebe had been talking softly about this and that, things that are of an interest to young boys. Bob began to question him about how he felt about wearing diapers these last few days. He asked the boy if he would continue to wear them after Gary goes home.
"I don't want you to go home, I want you be here always, Uncle Bob." Bob caught the word Uncle, but let it pass. For him it was a symbol of acceptance.
Jimmy asked many questions about being a diaper wearer. Bob answered each question with as much detail as the boy could understand.
"I don't think mom and dad would buy me diapers from the store, like the ones you buy Gary.". Jimmy hesitated for a short time, then continued, "But I have a whole lot of underpants that need to be washed. Daddy told me I could use them for diapers all I wanted. He said he would buy me several plastic panties to pull over them so I would not leak."
Bob told the boy that he had counted at least 30 pair of underpants of different sizes, then instructed him to put on the smallest ones first then put on the bigger ones last. He also thought the idea of plastic panties was a good idea for at night, but maybe during the daytime he may not want to wear them.
"You would be OK during the daytime with just multi- underpants, but at night you may wet many times so that would be a good time to wear the plastic panties."
Jimmy began to yawn with a wide open mouth.
"I gotta go to sleep." Jimmy rolled over into Mr. Beebe's arms and cuddled up as close to him as he could get.
Bob wrapped both arms around the boy, gently petting over his backside, letting his fingers slip occasionally under the back lip of the diaper. Bob seemed to be satisfied having young Jimmy curling up so close to him.
Bob was wide awake while Jimmy was dozing in and out of sleep. Bob played an open hand over the boy's diaper time to time, admiring how nice the boy looked in his night time diaper.
Beebe's thoughts once again returned to his friend of so many years ago. "I wonder where he is now, what is he doing? Does he ever think of me? Has he a little boy of his own? If so, is he also in diapers?" The many questions went unanswered and unheard.
Bob felt a little sad. That is until he leaned down to kiss the boy beside him. Jimmy was half asleep, but was aware of the kiss. He smiled up at Bob while wiping his lips with a wet tongue. Bob leaned over and kissed him once more while rubbing his hand lightly over the boy's diaper, occasionally touching his warm thighs. Jimmy's eyes closed, his body went limp as sleep closed over his tired bones.
Mr. Beebe continued holding Jimmy next to himself until he was sure the boy fell into a deep, blessed rest. When Bob was sure he was in a deep sleep he turned his attention towards Jamie in the smaller bed next to the wall.
Jamie was breathing very deep with a slight snore at the end of each breathing cycle. Bob tip-toed over to the older boy's bed in order to raise the side rails that keep him from rolling onto the floor during the night. Bob did not see the child's disabilities, but put his total concentration on the child's beauty.
Although the moon was not as bright tonight as it was last night, still there was enough light to see very well. Bob Beebe reached his hand towards Jamie, giving a feather- light touch across the child's stomach, feeling the indent of the belly button, then down over the white diaper, lightly feeling the texture of the material until he reached the boy's thigh. Once there, Beebe fully opened his hand, feeling the warmth emitting from the inner thigh, bringing on a slight chill as goosebumps danced up and down Beebe's arms and legs. The boy stirred, causing Bob back off until the sleeping child settled into deep sleep once more.
In a few minutes Bob retraced with his finger once more over the boy's belly button. Bob leaned over and kissed lightly between the belly button and the top of the diaper. A hint of wet diaper smell filled Bob's nose with familiar aroma mixed with the smells of a little boy just washed with ivory soap.
Memories began to flood Bob's head with the delightful days of his early youth. A picture formed clearly in his mind of that sleepover with his friend of long ago.
Bob took another deep breath of diaper powder mixed with pee coming from the top of Jamie's diapers. One more deep smell, then Bob retreated back to the big bed where he undressed. Taking one of the adult diapers from the night stand next to the bed, Bob fastened it around his waist. With a stretch and a yawn he climbed in beside Jimmy. It was much too warm to get covered up, so both man and boy lied on top of the sheet.
Soon as Bob pulled the boy into his arms, Jimmy rolled over on his side, resting his head in the hollow of the man's armpit. Bob wrapped the child closer to himself, cradling the sleeping boy with in his loving arms. With one hand, Bob began to pat the child's side, letting his fingers work over the top of the nighttime diaper. Jimmy stretched and rolled once more, draping an arm over Bob's belly leaving his elbow rested on the front part of the man's diaper.
Enjoying the intimacy of the moment, Bob turned his head kissing at the boy's hair.
Somewhere between a hug and a kiss Bob himself fell off into a deep sleep dreaming of days long ago when he ran and played without a care or worry, when suddenly, he was awakened by a shake and poke to the ribs.
It was Jimmy who was poking and shaking Bob. Maybe it was because of a bad dream or something. In any case, Jimmy lost his bladder and soaked his diaper.
"Bob, Bob wake up! I need to be changed!"
Bob opened first one eye, then the other. Sleepy-eyed, he looked directly into the eyes of Jimmy, who by now was almost sitting on top of him, shaking him by the shoulders. Bob, realizing it was Jimmy, reached up and grabbed him behind the head pulling the boy over on his back. Now it was Bob on top looking right into his little eyes.
Jimmy began to laugh as Bob began to tickle him. This sudden action caused Jimmy to release even more pee and a whole lot of poop.
"That's for waking me up," Bob began another tickle. Jimmy giggled out loud almost waking Jamie who just rolled over facing the wall.
Bob glanced over at the clock on the night stand. 3:25 AM. Wide awake now Bob asked Jimmy, "What are you doing waking up this early"?
"I need to change, I peed, but now you made me pee more and I pooped."
Bob could hardly see the wide grin on the boys face. The moon had moved giving the room a dark, glummy look.
"What do you want me to do about it, kiddo!" Bob asked as he felt for the boy's diaper.
Bob could feel the warmth of fresh pee through the depends. "Boy, I guess you are wet and the smell's getting stronger, too. Let me get another diaper and we will see what we can do".
Bob got up, stumbling over a pile of clothes. Reaching into his over night bag he pulled out a brand new diaper. Feeling his way back to the bed, Bob found one of the boy's feet. Grabbing a hold and pulling the boy over towards the edge of the bed, Bob began to remove the dirty diaper in the darkened room.
Working in the dark was not easy with the boy being dirty as well as wet. Not wanting to get anything into the bed, Bob reached out and picked up Jamie's changing pad, slipping it under Jimmy, then continued to clean the boy.
Bob eyes were getting better adjusted to the dark but he still had a hard time seeing the boy's body.
Carefully wadding the dirty diaper into a tight ball, Bob dropped it into the pail next to Jamie's bed. He did the same with the wipes he used to clean Jimmy's bottom. Sprinkling his own hand with baby powder, Bob reached out into the darkness rubbing it lightly over the child.
Bob wasn't sure just where he was rubbing but wanted to be sure he covered all the diapered area.
Jimmy giggled, "That tickles"!
"Sorry, but I just can't see too well."
Soon as the diapering was completed, Jimmy and Mr. Beebe cuddled up in the center of the bed once more. Mr. Beebe slowly rocked the child in his arms until they both fell into a deep sleep once again.
When Bob opened his eyes the sun was shinning brightly through the open window. Both boys were still asleep. Bob looked at the clock, Sunday morning 7 AM.
Grabbing a new diaper for himself along with clean set of clothes, Beebe made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he enjoyed his morning shower.
The smell of the coffee maker and dishes rattling announced that Paul was up and starting breakfast. Bob entered the kitchen fully dressed, but still wiping his wet hair with a towel.
"Good morning, Paul!"
"Morning, Bob, how did you sleep last night?"
"Great" Bob answered.
"The boys bug you at all?" Paul asked. "No, not at all, a rather uneventful night. How about you?"
"Oh, just fine... Gary and I slept like a log.... once we got to sleep." Paul grinned as he turn to pour a couple cups of coffee.
"Let's let the boys sleep in awhile. We can enjoy our coffee and hot rolls." Paul and Bob sat down at the table facing each other.
"How did you get along in your diaper last night?" Bob asked Paul.
"Fine, just fine..... It seemed a little unusual, but for the sake of Gary.... you know.... I did not want him to feel ..... out of place, you know!" Paul shook his head up and down as he spoke as if convincing himself it was all right for a grown man to put on a diaper.
"I understand...... Paul, I really understand," Bob said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Both men looked at each other then bursted out in laughter.
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