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David and Rachael Richardson had always loved each other. Growing up in a small town in the mountains of Colorado, they met in first grade. There was something that made them hit it off and stay close friends throughout elementary and middle school. In high school, a true romance developed and by 11th grade, everyone knew that David and Rach would marry – and probably be the first to wed following graduation.
Even though their parents pushed them to wait until they finished college and obtained good jobs, David and Rachel were wed on June 15, just seven days following their graduation from high school. Both of them had spoken of having a family right away. This seemed to be the joint goal of each of them and there was no dissuading them of this ambition.
So it was no surprise to anyone, especially their parents, when David and Rachael announced to the world that they were expecting their first child the following April.
David was a tall, good-looking young man with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was perfectly proportioned for his 6"2" frame and if he desired it, he could have modeled for almost any advertiser in America. He took great pride in his physique and spent as much time at the gym as his busy schedule and growing responsibilities would allow him. He was determined to accomplish three things in his life. First, he wanted to be the best husband possible to Rachael whom he loved with all his heart. Second, to be the best father ever to his soon to be born baby, and to the other children who would be born into his family. Third, to be a financial success so he could provide for his wife and children. He didn’t want fame or success unless it could help him in the first three goals in his life. He was a hard worker. He took a job at the local grocery store because it paid well, and he was always looking for more hours. Additionally, he was taking classes at the local junior college so he could complete his degree. His parents and practicality showed him that he would never get ahead in this life without a college degree. He was determined to succeed at this as well.
If ever there was a woman whom God placed on this earth to be a wife and mother, it was Rachael Richardson. Like here husband, Rachael could have been a model. She had a beautiful face and a figure to make Barbie embarrassed. In fact, if anything she was very large in the bust, which only accentuated her slender waist and small hips. But even with a body that would open doors for her, and a mind which was sharp and keen, she knew of no higher goal in life, and desired nothing more than to be a wife and mother. If she could be continually pregnant and have children to rear until she was 100, she would die a happy and fulfilled woman. The idea of cradling and caring for a baby filled her with complete joy. Let others climb social and corporate ladders – let them look down on her for having "no ambition", she cared not a jot for it. She knew her heart – it was completely given to David and the growing baby in her womb. She wanted a very large family. If she could have 50 children, she would do it. Practicalities be hanged – she wanted babies and lots of them. David seemed willing but always added the practical side of finance to the consideration. "We will have all we can afford! And please, Rach, only one in diapers at a time." he would tell her as they lay in bed feeling the baby kick inside her belly.
April 12th was a glorious day for the Richardson household. At 9:42 a.m., following 12 hours of labor, David Paul Richardson, II, was born. He weighed in at 8 pounds 3 oz and was a full 22 inches long. He was a perfect child in every way. He slept through the night for the first time at 15 days old. He cried very little and seemed to work with his parents to find the best possible schedule for each of them. David and Rachael doted on D2 (as they called him). Nothing filled David with more pleasure than coming home after work or school and seeing Rachael sitting in the rocking chair nursing his son. Rachael was filled with complete satisfaction as she watched David bath her son or cuddle him and speak gently to him as he fell asleep in his father’s arms. David and Rachael enjoyed every aspect of being the parents of a baby boy. They seemed to be in competition with each other as to who could do the most for him. When he needed a bath or a diaper change, they jumped to be the first and were disappointed when the other won.
Life seemed perfect. Then in October, David came home late from work to find his wife sitting on the couch. It was obvious she had been crying. He immediately came to her side. "What’s wrong, Rach?" He asked pleadingly.
"Oh, David," she cried. "It’s Nanna Garth. She had a stroke this morning and is in the hospital. The doctor’s are saying they don’t know if she’ll recover." She broke down into uncontrolled weeping. David shared in her grief. "Nanna" Garth was Rachael’s maternal grandmother. She was a spry, full-of-life person who seemed to radiate enthusiasm when she entered a room. To look at her, you would never guess she was in her early 80’s. When D2 had been born, she came out "to see my great-grandson". But even at her age, she kept several people years younger than her wishing she would slow down. Rachael and David both loved "Nanna" dearly. She stood by them when they decided to get married right out of high school. She had financially helped them get the nursery set up for D2 and had even set up a college fund for him. Now to think that she might die was a devastating blow to both of them.
"Mom and dad are flying out to California to be with her, David. They asked if I wanted to go along." Rachael said as she struggled to regain her composure. "I want to go, but I don’t think I should take D2. He is too young to bring to the hospital and I don’t know anyone to leave him with in California. I just don’t know what to do." She started to cry again.
"There is nothing to discuss on this one, Rach. Nanna is too important to both of us. You must go. I’ll call my boss and get the next few days off and I’ll stay home and take care of David. I can watch your parent’s house for them too, while you’re all gone. You don’t worry about a thing." David went to the phone and called his work to arrange some time off. Then he called Rachael’s father. "If you’ll pay for the plane ticket for Rachael," he said, "I’ll write you an I.O.U. to pay you back as soon as I can." David negotiated with his father-in-law. Mr. Westfield, Rachael’s father, told him not to worry about it that they would cover the cost. Rachael’s older brother would be coming as well so it was a family matter. "You just take good care of my grandson while I’m gone." He told David with mock seriousness.
It was all arranged and the next morning Rachael and her parents left early to catch the plane from Denver International Airport to fly to Los Angeles. David waited for D2 to wake. He greeted his son and got him ready for the day. He had listened to the weather forecast and they said a very large storm was forming and should hit by that night. David wasn’t worried. He had lots of experience with large snowstorms. But just to be on the safe side, he packed everything he would need for himself and his son and moved into the Westfield’s home. They had a large, two-story home that David had always liked. His own parents lived about 6 miles out of town. He had to make sure he went out today to make sure they were all right.
He spent the next few minutes inventorying his supplies, just in case the storm was worse than they expected. He had lots of baby food, and his in-laws always kept a good supply on hand as well. He was certain he would have enough for a least two-weeks with what he brought and his in-laws had. Rachael and he had decided when David was born that they wanted to be as natural as possible so they chose cloth diapers to use. He had brought all the diapers they had clean and even brought the dirty diaper pail to store used diapers in until he could wash them. Secretly, David liked using the cloth diapers. He had worn them himself as a baby. He had also worn them at night until he was almost 13. He had never told anyone, not even Rachael, this deep secret. But he knew that his parents still had a large box in the attic containing his diapers and plastic pants. For no apparent reason he thought he would pick up the box while he was out visiting his parents today. He had lots of food, plenty of firewood, candles, and emergency equipment. Let the winter howl – he was ready for anything.
He settled in, putting himself in the master bedroom and David in the nursery his grandparents had set up for him. Although they were not thrilled when David and Rachael were married and more than a little concerned when they announced she was pregnant, they had been the best of all possible grandparents. They took their role of chief spoilers of the grandson very seriously. D2 would never want to attention or toys. He fed D2 his bottle, changed his diaper, and then rocked him to sleep for his morning nap.
While his baby slept, David thought he would fully explore the house his wife grew up in. He felt a little embarrassed about doing this, but he thought it would do no harm. He had been in most of the house many, many times so there was no sense in going through the downstairs rooms again. He decided to begin the Rachael’s brother’s room.
Rachael’s brother, Michael, was four years older than she. David didn’t really know him all that well because of the age difference. He was currently going to school in California and was graduating the following spring with his pre-med degree. He had already been accepted at the Colorado School of Medicine in Denver to become a doctor. He hoped to specialize in pediatrics, which David thought would be great since he and Rachael planned a large family. Michael was a small man, standing only 5’6" tall and weighing (even now) only about 120 lbs. He was small as a child and as such had spent his time studying and not playing sports. His room was mostly empty, as he had taken his things with him when he went away to school. The room had a double and a single bed. David had seen it before but for some reason, he thought the extra bed in the room was strange.
Rachael’s room was just as it had been the hundreds of times he had seen it. His son was asleep in the third bedroom. He had noted when he put D2 to bed that a youth bunk bed had been added. It was unusual; the top bunk was twin size as any upper bunk would be. Be the bottom was not another twin size bed, but a double bed. It was designed to sleep three children. It was made of tubular steel and was painted fire engine red. To his surprise, the beds were made up as if waiting for someone to sleep in them. David guessed it was his mother in laws subtle way of saying she would welcome more grandchildren. He was staying in the master bedroom so he knew most of the things in that room. That left the attic. He didn’t like to go into attics. Although a big man, he was afraid of spiders. If they were present, he would just as soon not be. But, he knew his in-laws keep the house well sprayed for bugs so most spiders would not be staying around too long. He mounted the stairs to the attic. He and never been in the attic before and was surprised how neat and tidy it was. It was well lit from two gabled windows on the west side and there were ceiling lights in three locations. He looked around and started reading the printing on some of the boxes. Most of the items were old clothes or books that for some reason hadn’t made it to a yard sale or the Goodwill shop. Perhaps they were favorite outfits that Mrs. Westfield couldn’t part with. In the back corner, he saw a large box that was marked "Bed Clothes". Curious about what could be in this box, he decided to open it. Inside, he found two more boxes. The first was marked "Michael" and the second "Rachael". Now, very curious, he took out the box marked Michael and carefully cut the tape with his pocketknife.
David could not have been more shocked. The box was filled with diapers and plastic pants. Not baby size diapers like Michael would have worn as an infant, but diapers large enough that David was fairly certain he could put one on himself and it would fit fine. The diapers were not just white either. He saw light blue, and print fabrics with teddy bears, cars, and trains. The plastic pants were laid out by size from extra large toddler, to junior, to youth, to small and then medium adult. It was too obvious, Michael had wet the bed growing up just like he had, and wore diapers for it. David immediately felt a closer attachment to Michael than he had ever felt before. In the bottom of the box, David found at least twenty pairs of diaper pins, most traditional heads, but some with ducks, cowboy hats, soccer balls, and even horses.
Then it hit him. There was a box marked "Rachael". Had his wife been a bed wetter too? He tore into the box – opening it to reveal diapers and plastic pants, which Rachael had obviously worn as a girl. The diapers were pink, white, and printed, and the plastic pants were pink, yellow, and some were rumba style with frilly lace on the bottoms. "Well," he thought, "I never told her, so I guess she never had to tell me."
David wasn’t sure why, but he took the box of Michael’s diapers down to his bedroom. His son was still asleep. He wondered if the diapers would fit him. It had been seven years – but he still remembered how much he loved the feeling. At times, when he was changing his son, he would wonder what it would be like to wear one again. He had not tried it, but he had wondered. Now – why not?! No one would know and he could wash the diaper and put it away long before anyone would find out. He quickly removed his shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror. He still thought he had a good-looking body, but with a diaper on? He selected three of the largest white diapers he could find and lay them on the bed. He selected a pair of blue plastic pants and diaper pins with a blue head on them. He lay down on the diaper. The soft cloth felt so wonderful against his naked flesh. He quickly grasped the front of the cloth and brought it up between his legs. To his surprise his manhood began growing and swelling with the pleasure he was feeling. He double pinned both sides of the diaper around his waist and stood up. The pressure of the soft cloth between his legs felt strangely familiar. He looked at himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. The desire to wear diapers again was strong – much stronger than he imagined it would be. Since his wife had worn diapers till later in life – maybe she would understand. He had to figure a way to raise the subject. He knew that sooner or later they would have to discuss how to handle D2 if he was a bed wetter. He would raise the subject of his own bedwetting and take it from there. He grabbed the plastic pants and stepped into them, pulling them fully over the diaper cloth. Again, he took a look into the mirror. He looked like his son – just much taller. He walked around the room, and then around the house. No one could see him so he fully enjoyed the feeling. About 15 minutes later, he felt the pressure growing in his bladder. The coffee he had drunk earlier was making itself known. Should he? He argued with himself, but then decided why not? He stood still in the middle of the living room floor and released his bladder. He felt the warm pee flood into the soft absorbent cloth and be drunk up. What a wonderful feeling. The plastic pants worked perfectly and his erection returned. He stroked his penis through the plastic and wet cloth and it took only a moment before he exploded all over the diaper.
What a great feeling, but he knew that his son would soon be up so he ran upstairs, changed into his regular cloths, stashed the diapers in the closet and went into the nursery. D2 was just waking up, so he changed him and fed him his lunch. Then he got in his car and went to visit his parents. Satisfied that all was well with them in case of a bad storm, he went into the garage. He knew that his own diapers were in a box in the top of the garage so he quickly and quietly retrieved them and put them in the back of his car. He said goodbye to his parents, put David in his car seat and drove back to the Westfield’s home.
About 1:30 just as D2 was going down for his afternoon nap, Mrs. Hamilton, the neighbor from next door came over.
"David, I hate to impose on you, but I need to run down to Denver and pick up my husband from a meeting. The car he drove broke down and I need to help him out. Normally I’d take the boys with me, but there is no room in the second car for all of us. Would you mind watching the boys for me for a few hours? I’ll give you some money and you can order pizza or something for dinner because I won’t be back until about 6:30 or so.
The Hamilton’s had been the Westfield’s friends for more than 10 years. David knew that Mrs. Westfield would have no problem, so he quickly agreed. Besides, the Hamilton boys were well behaved and could help him entertain D2 for the afternoon. Adam was 10, a small, skinny kid with sandy hair, big freckles, and a mouth full of braces. If ever there was a kid who was a textbook example of a "geek", Adam Hamilton would be that kid. His 8-year-old brother, Benny, could not have been more different than his older brother. Where Adam was small and skinny, Benny was tall and well built. David was reminded of a young version of himself when he looked at Benny. The boy would do very well in school athletics – if he could get control of the well-known temper he showed whenever things didn’t go his way. David wasn’t concerned that Benny would "go off" on him, and if he did, he knew he could handle it. Overall, Benny was fine, but there was some reason he was anger. David wondered about it. The caboose of the Hamilton train was Charlie. At six-years-old, Charlie looked like he split the middle of his brothers. He was on the short side for his age, but well built. Although he might do well in sports, he also showed the early signs of a keen mind. He was a mild-mannered boy, until he was aroused and then he could hold his own against kids much older than himself. It was rare to see him explode, but David knew he could. As he looked at the boys, for the first time he realized the boys names were in alphabetical order. Mrs. Hamilton gave David some money, kissed her boys, and left.
"Well, boys, why don’t you go into the TV room and watch something or play the Sega. I have some things I need to do. Please try and keep the noise down, I just put my son down for a nap and I don’t want him to wake up." David said to the boys. He went upstairs to the bedroom and retrieved the wet diaper he had removed earlier. He needed to wash it so he went to the laundry room and put in a load of D2’s diapers and added his as well. He then went to his car and retrieved the box of diapers he had taken from his parent’s garage. They would need washing as well, so he put them in the washing machine along with the plastic pants. He washed all the plastic pants in the box, even the ones too small for him to wear. He didn’t stop to ask himself why he was doing this, it was just something he did.
He went into the TV and watched the boys play a game on the Sega until the wash was done. Then he went and put everything in the dryer. The plastic pants he put in a bag and carried them upstairs to dry in the shower in the master bath. He knew better than to dry them in the dryer, but he sure didn’t want them hanging in the open.
At 3:00, D2 woke from his nap. David gathered a diaper, and a change of clothes and went back to the TV room. He was amazed at how responsive the boys were to the baby. They played with him, made faces at him, made him laugh, and generally made the job of dressing a squirming infant, that much harder. Somehow David managed to diaper and dress the baby and then left him on a blanket near the boys while he went a prepared a bottle.
"Do you want to feed the baby, Adam?" David asked. Adam declined because it was his turn on the Sega, but Charlie wanted to try. David helped him position D2 on his lap and showed him how to place the bottle in the baby’s mouth. "What fun it will be when Rach and I have two or three of our own so we can do this with them." David thought. D2 finished his bottle and as Charlie sat him up, let go with a huge burp. The boys thought it was the funniest thing they had ever heard and laughed and laughed.
David put D2 down in the playpen and turned a movie on for the Hamilton boys. When they were absorbed in the movie, he went to the laundry room and removed the now clean diapers from the dryer. He found the diapers he had used and his old diapers and quickly folded them and took them back to the boxes in the closet of the master bedroom. Then he went back for D2’ s diapers and took the pile into the TV room to watch the movie with the boys and fold the diapers.
He laid the large pile of diapers on the couch and began to fold them. "Can I help you?" Adam asked. David saw Benny roll his eyes at this statement but he didn’t think much about it. "Sure," he said, "I’d love to have the help." He showed Adam how he wanted them folded and they both set to work on the large stack. It went quickly and soon they were done. "Can I take the up to Davey’s room?" Adam asked. "Of course you can, Adam. Thanks for being so helpful. It’s the second room on the right at the top of the stairs." David said. Adam took the stack of diapers up the stairs as David went to the window. He didn’t like the looks of the sky. The storm appeared to be gathering and he thought it might be bad. He hoped Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton would hurry back. He called his mom and dad just to make sure they would be fine. "I don’t care what others say, I think this could be a bad storm." He thought.
As David went back to the TV room, a disconcerting thought struck him. "Adam is upstairs alone. If he needs to go to the bathroom, he might go into the master bath and find all the plastic pants. I don’t want to ask questions I’m not ready to answer!" he thought. He quickly ran upstairs and went into the master bath – empty. "Well, it appears he didn’t come in." he thought. He gathered up the pants and moved them into the back of the closet. They would finish drying so he could wear them that night, but be out of sight to curious eyes.
Satisfied he had diverted disaster, David started back down the stairs. He heard sounds coming from the nursery and decided to check on Adam to see if he was having any problems. The door was slightly ajar so he opened it and glanced inside. What met his eyes was more than he could take in at first. Adam was lying on the bottom portion of the youth bunk bed. His pants and underwear were down around his ankles and he was trying to his best to make a diaper fit. He had taken two of D2’s diapers, unfolded them, and was trying to figure out how to put them on. Since Adam was so absorbed in what he was doing, and certainly wasn’t expecting any visitors, he didn’t notice David watching him.
"Can I help you with that?" David said softly. If Adam had been hit with 50,000 volts of electricity, he couldn’t have jumped higher. The diapers flew one way and Adam flew the other. He stood there, looking at David – naked from the navel to the ankles. David didn’t say a word but walked over and picked up the dropped diapers. Looking at them, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Adam was starting to shake and was turning so many different shades of red that David had a hard time not laughing. In a mock serious tone David said, "I really don’t think these will fit you. Stay right here, I’ll be right back." He turned on his heels and walked back into the master bedroom. Going straight to the closet, he went to the box of diapers from Michael and selected two diapers, a set of diaper pins, and plastic pants – junior size. "These should fit him perfectly." David thought. He couldn’t explain it, but the idea of putting a diaper on Adam excited him. He returned to the nursery to see David pulling up his underwear. Tears were streaming down his face.
"Well, I’ll never be able to get this on you if you get dressed." David said as he held up the diaper and plastic pants. "Please take them off completely along with your pants, shoes and socks." Adam started to cry, "Please don’t tell anyone!" he sobbed. "Please. I didn’t mean it. I’ll never do it again. I promise." He was becoming hysterical so David moved over to him. Putting his hands on his shoulders he looked into Adams face and said, "Adam, I’ll never punish you or make fun of you for trying on a diaper. If you want to wear one, let me know and I’ll help you anytime. I use to wear diapers when I was your age so it’s no big deal to me." He took Adam in his arms and gave him a hug. "Now let me help you get a diaper on that will fit properly."
Saying that, he pushed Adam onto the bed. He removed Adam’s shoes and socks and the pants, which were still down around his ankles. Then he said, "Can you lift up your bottom so I can get your underwear off?" Adam was still too confused and scared to think clearly, so David gently slid a hand around his ankles and lifted his bottom into the air. With the other hand, he slid Adam’s underwear down to his ankles. Lowering Adam’s legs, David slipped the underwear off. "You’re just too big for one of D2’s diapers. These are diapers that a friend of mine used when he was about your age. There’re about the same size as what I wore when I was your age, too. I needed them at night for wetting, but I liked wearing them, too. So I’ll not tell anyone, and you can enjoy the feeling of wearing them for a while." David said. The then grasped Adam’s ankles again. Lifting his bottom off the bed, David slid the diaper under Adam’s butt and lower him down onto the waiting cloth. He walked over to the shelf above D2’s crib and took a canister of baby powder. Returning to Adam, who was slowly starting to regain his composure, he shook powder onto the diaper area. Slowly, so Adam could enjoy every moment of it, he drew the soft diaper up between Adam’s legs and spread it out over his waist. This clenched it for Adam. The tears stopped and a smile spread across his face. He closed his eyes and put his arms behind his head. He lay there absolutely loving the feel of the diaper. David opened the first pin and expertly pinned the first side of the cloth closed. They pulling the diaper tight on the other side, he pinned it as well. "How does that feel, Adam?" he asked.
Adam opened his eyes and looked down at the diaper now encasing him. He smiled and dreamily said, "Wonderful!" Then realizing it might still be a trick, he quickly added. "You really wore diapers, and you won’t tell my mom or brothers?"
"No, Adam. I won’t tell anyone if you won’t tell on me." David said. Then to seal the agreement, he took the plastic pants and slid them over the diaper. David helped him stand up and then lead him over to the mirror so he could have a good look. Adam just smiled. He walked around the nursery. He sat down in the rocking chair. He lay down on the bed. In each position he would reach a hand down and gently stroke the plastic pants. Occasionally he would reach a furtive hand into the pants and touch the diaper cloth underneath. He was in heaven.
"I think if you put your underwear over the diaper and then put your pants back on, you could wear them without anyone noticing. You could wear it through dinner and then I’ll take it off you. Would you like to do that?" David asked. Adam agreed and quickly finished dressing. "Can you tell I have it on?" he asked David after he finished putting on his pants.
"Not at all, Adam." he said. "Go back down to the TV room, if your brothers do happen to notice, I’ll tell them you were doing me a favor by trying on a diaper I planned to use on D2 later on. They might buy it since I’d be saying it." David said. "Anyway, I don’t think they’ll notice. But, Adam, could I ask, why do you want to wear a diaper anyway?"
Adam looked embarrassed again. "I don’t know, I just did. Can I go now?" he said.
"Sure, Adam." David didn’t push. He knew there was more to the story than Adam wanted to tell, but he figured he’d find out sooner or later.
David returned to the downstairs to find the boys moving toward the kitchen. "You have anything to eat around here?" Benny asked as he helped himself to a look inside the refrigerator.
"Well, your mom left me money for pizza. Why don’t we have any early dinner. I’ll call now and get it here. Can you wait till them?" David asked. The boys agreed and went back to doing other things. Adam took out a magazine from his backpack and sat in a chair reading. David looked closely but if he didn’t know the ten-year-old was wearing a diaper, he’d never guess. Benny went into the TV room and began playing with a few toys that Mr. and Mrs Westfield kept for visiting kids. Charlie went back to the play pen and entertained Davey (as he called him). David pick-up the phone and called the pizza place. He ordered 4 large pizzas. He knew it was a lot for the four of them, but he felt he might be glad he had it if the storm ended up being as bad as he thought. After the put the phone down, he took another look outside. The storm clouds were really gathering over the top of the mountain peaks. David felt sure they were going to get hit hard by this storm. "Please Mrs. Hamilton, come quick." He thought silently.
As he was turning to go back inside the house, a car screeched to a halt in front of the house and more friends of the Westfield’s , Roger and Debbie Grant, arrived. Mr. Grant raced out of the car, hurrying three young boys out of the car "Oh, no!" David thought. "Now what!" As he said this, he noticed that the three boys had backpacks. A cold sweat broke out, unbidden, on David forehead.
Mr. Grant came up to David, "Where’s Helen?" he shouted. "Mom and dad Westfield had to take an emergency trip to California. Rachael’s grandmother had a stroke." David said.
"Oh, no!" Mr. Grant almost shouted. "Now what! Helen is supposed to watch the boys. My wife is in labor and I need to get to the hospital – NOW!" he almost screamed. David understood. "Don’t worry, Mr. Grant. I’m here watching the house and the Hamilton boys. Bring yours on. We can make a party of it." David couldn’t believe he said this. He knew a storm was coming; the chances were very good that he would be stuck at least through the night with seven young boys! But he saw the emergency in both cases and his good nature came through.
"Instructions for eating and bed are on these sheets, David. We’ll be at the hospital (which David knew was more than 40 miles away). I’ll call when our daughter is born." Mr. Grant said as he ran back to his car. He peeled rubber as he left, and David was standing on the porch looking at the three boys. The Grant children were Kyle, age 9; Travis, age 6; and Nathan, age 3. He really didn’t know the boys but he felt he was about to get to know them very well. "Come on in, boys. I’ve ordered pizza for dinner and it should be here soon." David said. All the Grant boys were about as average in looks and build as they could be. Blonde haired, blue eyed like their father, they inherited their mother's fine features and build. "None of these boys will ever play football!" David thought
He shut the door and introduced the Grant boys to the Hamilton boys. They knew each other from school so they were soon playing in the TV room as they waited for the pizza. David quickly called the pizza store and ordered another large pizza (better safe than sorry, he thought). Next he went in to check on D2. He was happily playing in the playpen and the center of attention for Charlie and Travis. Nathan was sitting by his oldest brother rather unsure of the whole arrangement he found himself thrust into. David went into the living room to have some quiet and to read the instructions from the Grant’s. The note read as follows:
Thanks for keeping my boys while I’m in the hospital to have Rebecca. Bill and I are so excited about the birth of our daughter, but our minds can be at peace knowing you are watching the boys. Since the hospital is so far away, Bill will stay with me for the day until the baby and I are released. Then we will come for the boys. That means, as you know, the boys will be spending the night. (As David read this he now understood why the youth bunk beds were in the nursery. His mother in law planned on putting the boys there.) As we discussed, I am sending plenty of diapers for the boys (David almost dropped the letter at this point). Nathan, as you know, is still in diapers full time and Kyle and Travis will need diapers for nighttime. If Travis takes a nap, you’d be wise to put a diaper on him them as well, he often wets. I’ll put their diapers in their backpacks and put in extras in case anything should happen to delay our return. You should have enough that you won’t need to wash them. Just put them in a bag and I’ll take care of them when I come back. The boys are good eaters so feed them anything you want. Thanks again Helen for your help. We’ll see you when we get back.
David sat stupefied. He was looking at a night with four boys in diapers. "Well so much for only wanting to be around just one in diapers at a time." He thought. He walked over to the Grant boys’ backpacks and opened Kyle’s. Sure enough inside he found pajamas, a change of clothes, and six cloth diapers, four diaper pins, and two pairs of plastic pants. The same was found in Travis’ backpack. Nathan had a small suitcase stuffed with clothes and diapers. "Well, I guess I’ll find out what it’s like to have several in diapers at one time. Maybe it won’t be so bad." He tried to convince himself.
He took the boys backpacks upstairs. "I guess since mom planned on them all in the nursery, that’s as good a place as any. Anyway, it will make it easier for changing diapers. They won’t disturb David, he’d sleep through a thunderstorm – or a blizzard," he thought. He deposited the backpacks in the nursery and went back downstairs to wait for the pizza. It arrived a few minutes later and as David paid the driver, he noticed it started to snow. A cold fear gripped him. "I’m going to have them all, all night!" he thought.
David went to the kitchen and got the pizza ready. He called the boys to start eating. He poured pop for each of them. As they began to eat, he took his son up to the nursery to change his diaper. As he finished, Nathan Grant entered the room. "I need a change, too." He announced. David put Nathan down on the bottom bunk bed and changed his diaper as well. The boy lay very still and had no problems with David performing the operation. "Not any different than changing David." he thought. He put the wet diaper into a bag and closed it up. When Nathan was gone, he picked his baby up and was walking back downstairs when Adam came up. "I told my brothers I needed to go to the bathroom, but I’m really wet and it doesn’t feel good anymore. Would you take the diaper off me, please." He asked. David laughed to himself. "This is what it will be like with a large family." He thought. "And I like it. When Rachael returns, we’ll have to get started on a brother or sister for David." He took Adam’s diaper off and put it in the diaper pail along with D2’s. He’d wash it later after the boys had gone home.
As he returned to the kitchen to eat, he looked outside. The snow was starting to come down much harder and it was already sticking to the ground. The wind was starting to blow pretty hard as well. David took a piece of pizza and walked into the TV room. He turned on the local weather forecast. As the channel came in he heard the anchorman say, "…and everyone should get indoors and stay there. This looks like it could be the blizzard of the century. We already have reports of 2-4 inches falling in the last hour in several places, and it’s just starting. The Highway patrol has closed the freeways and is making motorists to stop. All traffic heading west into the mountains is being stopped, as the roads are already hazardous. …" The report continued but David wasn’t hearing it. Taking out Mrs. Hamilton’s cell phone number, he went to the phone to call. After the second ring, Mr. Hamilton picked up the phone.
"Mr. Hamilton," David said, "This is David Richardson. Where are you?"
"David, we were just getting ready to call you. We’re stuck in Denver. They won’t let us get home. How are the boys?" he asked. "Oh, we’re fine. I not only have my son and your boys, but the Grant boys are here too because Mrs. Grant went into labor. I just hope the made it to the hospital before this storm started."
"Oh, wow! You’re really going to have your hands full. David, we aren’t going to get home tonight. The boys are going to have to stay there. Can you handle it?" he asked.
"Oh, it’s not a problem, Mr. Hamilton. I have plenty of space here and food is no problem. I just need some instructions on bedtimes and whatnot." David said.
"I’ll put my wife on, David. She’s better at those things than I am." With that, Mrs. Hamilton picked up the phone. "Oh, David," she said, "I should have listened to you. I’m so sorry. Are you sure you can handle it all?"
"Don’t worry about me or the boys, we’ll be fine," David said.
"Well, put the boys to bed whenever they get tired. With this snow, there will be no school tomorrow, so they can sleep in. Now, here’s the situation. Charlie still wets the bed at night and at home he wears a Pull-up. I’m sure you don’t have any of those there do you?" she asked. David admitted he didn’t. "Well, do you think you could let Charlie use one of your son’s diapers for the night?" she asked. "You might have to do some convincing to get it on him, but you’d better do it because otherwise the bed will be swamped." She said.
David thought about Kyle and Travis being in diapers "What’s one more?" he thought. "I’ll do my best, Mrs. Hamilton. Don’t worry about it. He’ll wear some kind of protection tonight." David said.
"Now Adam isn’t a problem he only wets if he’s sick or had way too much to drink. Limit his fluid intake from now until bed and he’ll be fine. If he does have a lot to drink, you might consider having him sleep on the floor. Otherwise he’ll wet the bed. If you had large diapers, I’d suggest you try them on him. He wouldn’t mind, in fact if the truth be known, I think he’d enjoy it."
"I found some diapers in the closet that I think would fit either one of them, Mrs. Hamilton. Is it okay if I have Adam wear one?" David said.
"If he wants to, it’s fine with me. But Benny will be your biggest challenge. He wets, too, but absolutely refuses to wear anything for it. At home I just put a plastic sheet on the bed and Benny washes sheets every morning. Do the best you can with him. If you can find a plastic sheet, I’d advise using it. Other than that, if you’re big enough to make him into a diaper, you can try. But I don’t think he’ll leave it on. I almost wish you could convince him to wear diapers again. It would make things so much easier on everyone. My husband and I have often thought about it, but we don’t want him to think of them as punishment." she said.
"Oh, no!" David thought! "Adam will WANT to wear one and that means if I can get Benny in a diaper, there will be seven boys in diapers tonight – eight if I count myself." Then he said into the phone, "Well, I’ll do what I can, Mrs. Hamilton. You be safe and don’t worry about the boys. We’ll be fine, and I’ll make sure they sleep dry."
David hung up the phone and looked out the window. It was already dark outside and the storm for still picking up in intensity. He looked on the ground and it appeared that at least 2 inches had already fallen. Well, he thought, I’d better tell the boys so they can get adjusted to the idea.
He went back into the kitchen. First, he fed D2 his dinner and prepared another bottle for him to be ready for the night. Then, when the boys were done eating pizza, he had them help him clean up the mess. "Come into the living room, all of you. I need to discuss something with you." he said. When the troops were assembled, he began. "Kyle, Travis, and Nathan, you came here knowing you’d be spending the night. So we have no problem there. But, Adam, Benny, and Charlie, I just got off the phone with your mom and dad. They’re stuck in Denver and can’t get home until the storm stops. I checked out the weather channel and it looks like this is going to be a very bad snowstorm. If it’s as bad as they expect, you’re parents might not get home until late tomorrow or maybe even the next day. Now, they know you’re here, you’re safe and warm, and that I’ll watch out for you. So, it looks like we will be snowbound together for a day or so. I think we can have some fun. We have lots of food, plenty of wood if the electric heater goes out, so we will be fine. Now, do any of you have any questions?" he asked.
The boys let out a cheer. The older boys were excited that there would be no school the next day. The younger ones liked the idea of having a "sleep over" as they called. It. David took the boys back to the TV room and set up a movie for them. "I’ll come and get you later to have baths and get ready for bed. For now, just stay here and don’t fight. I need to give David his bath so I’ll be upstairs for a while. If you need me, come up and see me."
He took D2 upstairs and stripped him down for a bath. He took him into the bathroom and filled the sink with warm water and began bathing the delighted baby. D2 always loved his bath and David loved giving it to him. It really made him bond with his son to hear the delighted squeals as he splashed in the water. A few minutes after he began bathing the baby, the bathroom door open, and Kyle and Travis came into the room. David was not surprised that they came to see him. He rather expected this discussion.
"Mr. Richardson," Kyle began. This made David feel funny to be called Mister by anyone. He was still Dave or David in his mind. "Did my mom and dad tell you anything about bedtime for us?" he asked rather sheepishly.
"If you mean do I know that you and Travis will be wearing diapers to bed, the answer is yes. Your dad gave me a note when he left. It’s no problem, Kyle. I’ll let you in on a secret. I wore diapers, too, when I was your age. So it’s no problem for me. I’ll get you diapered after your bath if that’s okay with you."
"That’s okay, but what we’re worried about is Adam, Benny and Charlie. What will they say when the see us in our diapers?" Travis interjected.
"Well, Travis. I’m glad you brought this up because it lets me talk about an area I need your help in. First, Charlie will be wearing a diaper tonight as well, so he is no problem. I decided to put you boys in bedrooms based on your age. Travis, you and Charlie will be in the same bed in the nursery and Nathan and little David here will be in that room too. All four of you will be diapered so no one will ever say anything. Now, Kyle, you Benny and Adam will be sharing a room. You will need to be diapered. I can tell you right now, Adam will want to wear a diaper when he sees you wearing one. Don’t ask me right now how I know that, but trust me when I say he will. That leaves Benny. Now Benny needs a diaper according to his mother. However, he won’t want to wear one. I’m hoping when he sees me put you and Adam in diapers, he will think it will be okay. I need you help to get him to try them. Will you help me boys?" David asked.
The boys were excited about helping. "You can put my diaper on in front of Benny too!" Travis offered enthusiastically. David thanked them for the help and they left to go finish the movie. "Well, I expect Adam and Benny to come up as well." David said to D2 as he finished the bath. He finished drying D2 off and carried the happy baby into the nursery. He laid him on the changing table and slowly and lovingly rubbed his body with baby oil. He spent some time massaging the baby to relax him, as his wife had taught him. Both David’s loved this time. He finished the massage and reached under the changing table for a clean diaper. As he was sliding the diaper under the baby’s bottom, the bedroom door opened and Adam came in. David knew what was going to happen, but didn’t give anything away.
"David, is there anyway I might be able to wear a diaper to bed tonight? I don’t usually wet the bed, I do sometimes, but I’d really like to wear a diaper anyway. Can you diaper me in your room and then let me sleep alone tonight?" Adam asked hopefully.
"Well, Adam, here’s the deal. I have a secret to share with you. Kyle will be wearing a diaper tonight because he wets at night. (Adam’s eyebrows raised and his faced showed excitement as this was told to him.) So you can wear one with him. I’ll tell everyone that I want you to wear one so you won’t tell anyone about Kyle wearing the diaper. Also, I can say that since you sometimes wet, I want you diapered to protect my mother in laws bed. Do you think that would work?" he asked.
"That would be neat, David. Let’s do that. But what are you going to do about Benny? He wets at night, but won’t wear a diaper. I can tell you that at home, our room stinks of pee. I wish he wore diapers so the room wouldn’t stink. He says that Pampers are for babies and he isn’t a baby. I wish mom and dad would use cloth like you do. Maybe Benny would wear a cloth diaper since it isn’t so much like a Pamper. Also, if he had them, I might be able to wear one every once in a while" Adam said.
"Well, that’s the next challenge. I’ve already spoken to Kyle about this. I want the two of you to help me convince Benny to wear a diaper. Your mother said it would be okay, and if I have to, I’ll make him wear it. It’s interesting what you say about Pampers. If he’s never seen or worn a cloth diaper, that might make it okay for him. But, I think when he sees everyone else wearing a diaper he might try it. What do you think?" David asked
"I think it will work. I really know that Benny hates waking up in a wet bed, but he thinks everyone would laugh at him if he wore a diaper. I think if he sees Kyle and me wearing one, it might be okay. But I won’t bet on it." He said wistfully.
"Well, we’ll see what happens. Go back and enjoy the movie. I’ll come and get the three of you later." David said. As he finished diapering his son and putting his pajamas on him he said to him, "You’re lucky. Diapers won’t be an issue with you for a lot of years yet. Will they!" D2 kicked his legs and smiled.
As he was lifting D2 off the changing table, Benny finished the parade of questioners by entering the nursery.
"Hi, Benny. What can I do for you?" David asked as if he didn’t know.
"Did my mom say anything to you about me tonight?" he asked.
David played coy. "What do you mean Benny?" he said.
"Well, did she say anything about me sleeping here tonight?" Benny questioned emphatically.
"Do you mean about your wetting?" David said abruptly.
Benny was shocked. "She told you!" he almost started to cry. "Why did she tell you?"
"Well, Benny, it’s not like I wouldn’t know in the morning anyway. She wanted me to know so I could take steps to protect the mattress. I don’t have a plastic sheet like you use at home. What do you think we should do about it?" David asked.
"I don’t know. I don’t like waking up in a wet bed, and washing sheet every morning is bad. But I don’t know what else to do!" he said.
"Well, let’s not worry about it yet, Benny. Why don’t you go down and finish the movie. You think about what to do and so will I. Maybe you might consider wearing a diaper you tonight." David suggested.
"No way!" Benny yelled. "I won’t wear a diaper. Everyone else would laugh at me."
"Well, I really don’t think you have anything to worry about there. I think you know your brothers wouldn’t laugh, and the Grant boys I can assure you they won’t laugh, either. I won’t tell you right now how I know, but I do. Also, I don’t use Pampers, but cloth diapers which might be more like underwear for you. Maybe you might not think they are so bad. But, don’t worry about it right now. Think about it, I think you discover it is not as bad as you might think at first. I know you would be more comfortable sleeping in a wet diaper than in a wet bed. We can discuss it further in an hour or so." David said.
Benny left the room and David rocked D2 as he fed him his bottle. In a few minutes, the bottle was empty and the baby asleep. "One down!" David said as he tucked his son into the crib. "One down and six more to go!"
"Time to get things ready." David thought to himself. First he took Kyle’s backpack and put it in the room Michael’s bedroom. Then he went to the closet in the master bedroom and selected diapers and plastic pants from the box of Michael’s old bedclothes. He took pins, powder, and lotion and put them in the room as well. He put all the things in an empty drawer in Michael’s chest. "Now, what to do for pajamas?." he thought. He looked in his father in law’s drawers and found some old T-shirts. "These should work for pajamas he thought. With diapers on underneath, they should be fine for bed. He then went back into the nursery and put a set of diapers out for Travis and Charlie. Unsure what to do for pajamas for Charlie, he started looking through the drawers in the nursery. To his surprise, he found his mother in law had already planned on everything. There were large size footed sleeper pajamas, quite large enough to fit the boys. He had seen them on sale at the department store earlier in the year. In fact, Rachael and he had picked up some smaller sizes for D2 to wear now and later on. "Well, Helen, you do think of everything don’t you. It’s almost like you were expecting this all to happen." he thought. He knew it was probably for the Grant boys sleep over, or maybe for future grandchildren’s visits. He took out sleepers for Adam, Benny, and Charlie. Last of all, he laid out diapers for Travis and Charlie, laid the pajamas near by and went back downstairs.
He saw that Nathan was starting to get sleepy, so he pick up the toddler and took him up to the bathtub. He stripped the boy and put him in the tub, washing him thoroughly. The boy sat still and seemed to enjoy the bath almost as much as D2 had. As he was taking Nathan out of the tub, Charlie came into the bathroom. "I have to go!" he announced.
As he did his business, he suddenly turned to David and said, "I don’t have a pull-up to wear tonight, David. What am I going to do?"
"I have diapers for you and Travis to wear tonight. I know you don’t normally wear diapers, but will it be okay for tonight?" David asked to boy.
"Is Travis going to wear diapers too?" he asked with a look of surprise on his face.
"Yes, I have your diapers and Travis’ all laid out. Will you let me put it on you after your bath?" David asked.
"I guess so," Charlie said. With that he left. "That was sure easy!" David said to himself. "I guess at six, diapers are still no big deal." He finished washing the toddler and dried him off. He took him into the nursery and laid him on the changing table. Out of habit, he took the baby oil, and began a massage. Nathan seemed to enjoy the attention very much and lay still. David ended the massage and reached for a clean diaper. He grabbed Nathan’s ankles and lifted the toddler’s bottom off the changing table, while sliding the cloth under him. He put his bottom down on the cloth and pulled it up between his legs, pinning each side of the diaper. He added the plastic pants and pajamas, and picked the boy up in his arms and carried him down stairs. Sitting down with Nathan in his lap, he began rocking him.
"Mom usually gives him a bottle of milk before bed." Kyle announced.
"I have some empty bottles in the kitchen, Kyle. Would you mind getting one and putting some milk in it for me?" David said. Kyle complied and David found himself rocking the three-year-old and letting him drink his bottle. He enjoyed the feeling and thought he couldn’t wait till D2 was about that age. As the bottle emptied, Nathan fell asleep. David laid him over his shoulder and patted his back while he continued rocking the child. He enjoyed the feeling of the older, heavily diapered child sleeping in his arms. "I guess two in diapers wouldn’t be so bad." he thought. "But more than that? I just don’t know." David took the boy upstairs and put him in the upper bunk of the bed. He pulled the side rails up and locked them into place. "Almost like a crib," he thought to himself.
"Now for Travis and Charlie." he said. He filled the bathtub again and called the two boys from the top of the stairs. They didn’t fight at all but came to his summons. He helped them strip and get into the tub. He tried to wash Travis, but was quickly told that six-year-old boys can wash themselves. "Okay, but do a good job," David told the boys. They finished washing and playing and he helped them out of the tub.
"Okay, now let’s go into the room and get you diapered for bed." David said. Neither boy said anything, but marched into the nursery and over to the bed. Towels were dropped as each boy chose a diaper and positioned himself on it. Neither said anything, and it seemed perfectly natural for these six-year-olds to be lying there waiting for diapers to be added. He walked over to Charlie first. He powdered his diaper area and pulled the cloth up and positioned it over his waist. "How does that feel, Charlie?" David asked.
"Okay I guess." Charlie said. "Better than the pull-up."
David smiled. He took the first diaper pin and fastened one side. Then pulling the cloth tight, he pinned the other side. Charlie seemed to smile as the diaper tightened around his waist. David took a pair of plastic pants and slid the leg hole over the first foot. Charlie instinctively raised the second foot so David could slide the plastic pants over that one as well. David pulled the pants up over the diaper and reached for the footed sleeper. Charlie looked at it in surprise. "Where did that come from?" he asked. "I found it here. I think my mother-in-law was planning of having Nathan wear it in case he didn’t bring any pajamas. So I’m going to let you wear it tonight." David said. Charlie slid his legs into the sleeper and stood on the bed as David helped him up. David positioned the sleeper so Charlie could put his arms through the sleeves and he zipped it up over the diapers and to the neck. While this operation was in progress. Travis lay next to Charlie watching everything. "Do you like them, Charlie?" he asked. "Yeah, I do. They feel nicer than pull-ups. I wish mom would let me wear these at home." He said wistfully.
Travis agreed. "I only wear pull-ups when we go in the car or on a trip. I don’t like it at all and neither does Kyle." Travis reported matter-of-factly. As this discussion was going on, David had positioned himself by Travis and began pulling his diaper into position. "I like the feel of the diaper when it’s pulled up." Travis said to Charlie. David thought he agreed with that analysis himself, although he would never tell the boys that information. David finished pinning the diaper in position and added the plastic pants. He reached for Travis’ pajamas and noticed they were the two piece footed which snapped around the waist. He put the bottom on, pulling them up over the puffy plastic-encased diapers and put the top on as well – snapping them together as the boy stood up to make it easier. "Well, that’s done, why don’t you boys go down and finish the movie." The two diapered friends jumped off the bed and headed down the stairs. David went into the master bedroom and took another look out the window. He did not like what he saw. Snow was accumulating at an alarming rate. Since he check last, it appeared that more than six inches of snow had already fallen, and there was absolutely no sign of it letting up. In fact, if anything it was snowing harder now than an hour ago. As David watched the snowfall, the telephone by the bed rang.
"Hello!" David spoke into the phone. "Hi, honey, this is Rach." came the voice from the other end.
"Rachael. I’m so glad you called. But to tell you the truth, I’ve been so busy here that I haven’t had much time to miss you. How is Nanna Garth?"
"We haven’t had time to go to the hospital, David. We just checked into our hotel and we saw the weather forecast. You’re really getting socked in aren’t you? And how is D2 doing?" Rachael seemed to ask her questions one on top of the other, not giving David any chance to respond.
"Slow down, hon. First. D2 and I are fine. I took inventory of everything we might need when I saw the weather report and we will be fine until this passes. Don’t worry about us, you just help Nanna Garth get better. Second, tell your mom that Mrs. Grant went into labor and I’m keeping the three Grant boys tonight. Also, Mrs. Hamilton had to go to Denver to pick up her husband and is now stranded there. I’m here with D2 and six other boys." David reported.
Rachael started laughing, "Well, this will either convince you that a large family is okay or make you never want any more kids."
"Oh, so far its fine. I’ll let you know when it’s over how it went." David reported. They continued discussing things for a while and then hung up the phone. David thought how much he was going to miss Rachael beside him tonight.
He went back downstairs to check on the boys. Adam, Kyle and Travis were watching the movie and drinking pop. David thought he’d have to really put thick diapers on them before bed to make sure there were no leaks. He was pretty sure he would have to change a wet diaper before bed for Travis and maybe Charlie by the way they were downing the pop. He couldn’t see Charlie and Benny in the room. "Where are the others?" he asked as he sat down. "Charlie and Benny went into the kitchen," Kyle reported. "I think Benny was going to get Charlie something else to drink. "Well, I’d better go check on them." David said as he stood back up. "Boy, this is more work than I thought it would be." he said to himself as he headed for the kitchen. As he approached the kitchen door, he heard muffled voices coming from the area. "But how does it feel. Does it make you feel like a baby?" It was Benny’s voice. David knew instantly he was grilling Charlie about wearing a diaper. He listened at the door. "No, it’s kind of like wearing underwear. It sure feels better than the pull-ups I use at home." Charlie said. "Can I touch them?" Benny asked. Charlie must have nodded because David didn’t hear an answer but then heard Benny say, "Yeah, I guess they do feel nice. I don’t know though, it might be okay for you, you’re six, but I’m eight." Benny announced with an air of superiority. "Well, you’re only two years older than me, and you wet as much as I do. You should wear a diaper if I am." Charlie said with obvious six-year-old logic. "I guess so." He heard Benny say. "I just wonder what mom and dad will say – and Adam." David heard the pajamas zip up so he hurried back to the TV room so as not to be detected. "Time to act!" he thought.
When Benny and Charlie returned to the room, David announced, "Ok, the movie is over, you three older boys go get a bath. I think you can all fit in the shower in the master bedroom. Get washed fast and come into the second bedroom. I’ll meet you there." He hustled the three oldest boys off to the shower and led the younger boys up to the nursery. "Time for bed," he said. There was no real dissention as both boys were rather tired. "Do either of you need a dry diaper before bed?" David asked, knowing full well that at least Travis would be wet.
Sure enough, Travis answered, "I do. All that soda made me pee through everything. David took off the pajama bottoms and slid the plastic pants down just enough to remove the pins. Sure enough, the diaper was almost dripping wet with pee. He undid the pins and slid the diaper and plastic pants down to Travis’ ankles. Then he removed the wet diaper and put it in the diaper pail. He went over to the changing table and retrieved three diapers. He folded two in thirds and one in quarter, laying the third in the middle of the other two. He lifted Travis’ legs up and slid the thick cloth under him. Pulling it up between his legs, David began pinning the first side. It was a little difficult to push the pin through all the diaper material. Travis said, "Wow! This is thicker than mom makes it. But it feels nice." David finished diapering the boy and pulled the plastic pants and pajama bottoms into place. Travis jumped (or waddled) into bed and David turned to Charlie. "How about you, boy?" he said. "I’m dry, but I sure won’t be in the morning. Good night, David." "Good night boys!" David said as he turned on the night-light and turned off the overhead.
He heard the three older boys finishing the showers and laughing as they dried each other off. David could only imagine how they probably joked about their pre-pubescent members. David started to get aroused as he thought of these three boys soon to be covered in thick, thirsty diapers. He went to the bedroom and took a set of diapers out of Kyle’s backpack. He put them on the bed and hoped that either Kyle or Adam would be the first in the room. Sure enough. Kyle entered the room first. "Kyle, will you let me diaper you first so Benny can watch?" David asked. "Of course!" Kyle announced. "I’ve been looking forward to it." Seconds later, Adam and Benny came walking into the room.
"Boys, before you get into your pajamas, there are some things we need to discuss." David began. "First, there can be no wet beds in my mom’s house. She won’t stand for it. So Kyle, I want you to wear this diaper." He said as he pulled it out from behind his back. Do you mind?" David looked Benny’s way and saw his mouth drop open. He couldn’t believe that Kyle was going to be diapered – and in front of him.
"No, I don’t mind, Mr. Richardson." Kyle said. "I wear diapers to bed at night at home so it’s no different here." David stole a quick glance toward Benny who was struggling to take it all in. Kyle dropped his towel from around his waist and obediently walked over to the bed and the waiting diaper. He positioned himself on the diaper and lay down with his hands behind his head, waiting for David to begin the task of pinning the diaper. David took a canister of baby powder and shook a generous amount over Kyle diaper area. Then he pulled the cloth up between his legs. He adjusted the bottom of the diaper under Kyle’s bottom to make sure it was centered, and re-pulled the diaper over his middle. He reached down for the first pin and stuck it into the diaper cloth. He pushed it through and closed the pin in place. Kyle closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy the diapering very much. David made an excuse of needing a different pin in the dresser so he could turn around and look at Benny. He was standing there staring, not at Kyle’s face but at the gleaming white cloth that was half pinned around his waist. David reached for a pin and took out a large stack of diapers from the dresser. He put them down on the bed where Benny was standing, just within reach of the bewildered boy. He went back to Kyle and pinned the other side. "Ok, Kyle. Stand up so I can get your plastic pants on you. David thought Benny was going to pass out at this point. He looked at the plastic pants David held open for Kyle to step into like they were an object of devotion and veneration. Kyle was finished. As he began putting on his pajamas, right next to Benny so the boy received a full view of the diapers, David decided it was time to push Benny over the edge. "Well, Adam, I know you don’t normally wear diapers, but your mom told me that you sometimes wet. Will you please wear one tonight. That way I know the bed will be dry, and I also know you won’t say anything about Kyle, because you’ll be diapered too.
"Sure, David." Adam said. He dropped his towel and went over to the bed. David retrieved a set of diapers from the stack beside Benny and moved over to the waiting, excited boy lying on the bed. He folded the diapers and said, "Lift you bottom up for me, would you Adam?" Adam obeyed, and David slid the folded cloth under him. Adam came down on the cloth. David could see the look of excitement and anticipation on his face. For years he had wanted to wear diapers to bed and now he was going to do it. Nothing was going to upset this moment. David prolonged the pleasure as much as he could. He used baby lotion, instead of powder, and rubbed it carefully into every inch of the diaper area. He slowly pulled the diaper into place at Adam’s waist and slowly but expertly pinned the cloth into position. "Ok, Adam, now the plastic pants." Adam stood up and David added the finishing touch. David gave Adam a set of footed sleeper from the drawer and the boy happily put them on. Benny was beside himself. Having David suggest it, having Charlie confirm it, having watched two older boys do it – Benny was swimming in diapers.
"Well, Benny, I know you don’t want to wear diapers and I respect that. But I can’t have you sleep on my mom’s bed and wet it. So I’ll set up a pad for you on the floor for tonight. Unfortunately, you’ll have to sleep there tonight, that is unless you’re willing to wear protection like Kyle and Adam are." He said.
"Well, David. Maybe we could try them tonight. After all, everyone else in the house is wearing them. I guess it might not be so bad for one night." Benny conceded. David smiled to himself. "Are you sure, Benny. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want." David said. "Well, Kyle wears them all the time and he’s older than I am. So it’s not like I’d be the only boy in town diapered. Besides, Adam is wearing them too so he’ll keep a secret. And I don’t want to sleep on the floor, so I guess I have no choice but to wear them." said Benny.
David knew it was time for the final straw. "And, Benny, I’ll let you all in on a secret. I wore diapers when I was your age, and so did my brother-in-law, Michael. In fact, the diapers Adam is wearing and you will wear, were Michael’s when he was your age."
That seemed to do it. The last of Benny’s resistance and hesitation seemed to melt away. "Well, okay. I guess I can try it tonight." he said. With that, he dropped his towel and walked over to the bed. He stood there watching David. David took the cue and began preparing diapers for the boy to wear. First he selected three large white diapers. He opted not to use the pattern or the colored diapers as he wanted Benny to receive the full impact of wearing diapers again. Then he walked slowly over to the bed, holding the diapers in front of him so Benny could see them coming. David really enjoyed the look on Benny’s face. It was a mix of resignation, desperation, and desire. David enjoyed every minute of it. He dropped the diapers on the bed and began folding them, very much as he had just done for Travis. Two diapers into thirds with a soaker down the middle. He positioned the diaper set on the bed so Benny could easily lie on it. Next he went back to the drawer where the diapers and plastic pants were kept and selected a frosty white pair of pants and a footed sleeper to complete Benny’s ensemble. He reached for four diaper pins, which he took with him back to the bed. He hadn’t double pinned any of the other boys, but thought he would Benny so he could get the full feel of the diapers he would soon be wearing. He turned back to the bed where Benny was waiting. "Ok, Benny. Are you ready?" David asked. He could see the boy struggling with his mixed feelings. Without a word, Benny climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on the diapers. David saw that a small tear was forming in Benny’s eye, so he spoke softly to the boy. "It’s really okay, Benny. Everyone else is in diapers and I wore them when I was your age. Really, I did! No one will laugh at you and I think you will really like the way they feel. It will also be better in the morning with no wet sheets to wash." David tried to put the best face possible on it for the boy, but the continued tears told him there was still some unresolved conflict. David decided it was best to push forward and have the deed done. He reached between Benny’s legs and grasped the diaper. He used his hands to gently spread Benny’s legs to make it easier to pull the soft cloth up and put it in position. Realizing he’d forgotten to put powder on the boy, David pulled the diaper cloth down, just enough to get the powder on, and generously sprinkled the sweet smelling powder all over the diaper area. He repositioned the diaper and reached for the first pin. As he double pinned the first side, Benny’s really began to cry. "I’m just a big baby." He sobbed softly. "No you’re not, Benny!" Kyle said. "Any more than Adam and I are. You just need some help staying dry at night. That doesn’t make you a baby."
"He’s right, Benny." David chimed in. "In fact, making a decision to keep your bed dry and to control the wetting is very grown up. I don’t think you’re a baby. You are a very smart, mature young man who needs help managing one area."
Benny seemed to understand, but the tears continued. David pinned the other side of the diaper and reached for the plastic pants. "Can I do that?" Benny asked as he reached a hand up for the pants. "It won’t make me feel so much like a baby if I can do some of it myself." He said by way of explanation to David. "Sure, Benny, he you go." David said handing the soft, rustling pants to Benny. Benny sat up and jumped off the bed. He went over to the mirror on the wall and looked at himself. He turned around slowly, looking at himself from every angle. Kyle and Adam joined him and they began discussing the possibilities wearing diapers presented. "I guess it won’t be so bad if I just have mom or dad pin on my diaper and I do the rest." Benny said. He was determined to continue feeling like he was in charge, even in a diaper. "Well," Adam suggested, "I could pin on your diaper, and then you could put mine on. That way, mom and dad wouldn’t have to even get involved."
Benny smiled at this possibility. "That would be okay, but I’m not sure how good I’d be at putting on your diaper. Maybe you’d want mom or dad to do it. But why would you be wearing diapers, Adam?" Benny asked. As he was saying this, he began pulling the plastic pants on over his diaper. He smiled at the way it made his bottom poof out when the pants were in place.
"Well, I sometimes wet." Adam said. "This way, I wouldn’t have to worry about wetting my bed, and you wouldn’t have to worry about me telling anyone. Besides," Adam said with a small blush, "I think I really like the way they feel."
"I thought you did, Adam." Benny admitted. "I’ve seen you try on Charlie’s pull-ups and sneak diapers from kids mom was babysitting. Well, it’s okay with me if you want to wear them, just don’t say anything when I finally stop wetting and get out of diapers. I don’t mind wearing them, I guess, but when I don’t need them anymore, I want to get out of them"
Benny put on his footed sleeper and finished looking at himself in the mirror. David looked at the three boys with their bottoms puffing out under their sleepers. He really liked the look of the three diapered friends. "Well, you can play here or you can go back down to the TV room for a while." David said, "I won’t make you go to bed for a while. But if you wet, please let me know. I don’t want to going to sleep in wet diapers."
The boys ran back downstairs to play some more video games. David looked out the window. The snow was coming down hard and gave no sign of stopping. By now, at least 10 inches had fallen and the wind was blowing it up into drifts. "This is bad." He thought.
David went back into the master bedroom. "I think I’ll get a diaper on now, too." He said to himself. "If the boys see it, I’ll say I did it to let them know it was okay." He selected two diapers and a pair of baby blue plastic pants and quickly put them on. Then he took a pair of his father-in-law’s pajamas (since he never wore anything to bed at home) and a bathrobe and put them on. He stood in front of the mirror and looked carefully. Satisfied that no one would see anything, he went downstairs himself. The boys were playing a video game and David watched the action for a while. David went into the kitchen, just as the phone was ringing. It was Mr. Grant, checking on his boys and letting them know that they now had a sister.
"Are the boys okay?" Mr. Grant asked.
"They’re fine, Mr. Grant." David said. "Nathan and Travis are already in bed and Kyle is ready for bed and is playing a game with the Hamilton boys. I have all six of the boys tonight, and by the looks of things, I don’t think you’ll be coming home tomorrow."
"You have the three Hamilton boys as well?" Mr. Grant asked. "Did Travis or Kyle give you a hard time about being diapered in front of them?"
"No, not at all, because the Hamilton boys were diapered right along with your sons." David announced. "Turns out that Charlie wears them at night; Benny needs them but didn’t want to wear them until he saw that others were wearing them; and Adam wets sometimes, so I had him wear one just to be safe. None of them gave me a time about it." David stretched the truth a little, but decided not to go any further with the story.
"Well, it’s good to know that my boys understand they’re not the only one’s in diapers at night. Sometimes I think they feel that way." Mr. Grant said. He told David all about the birth of his daughter and told him to let the boys know their sister and mother were fine. "I think you’re right about not being home tomorrow. I can stay in my wife’s room until the storm passes. Then, we’ll be home as soon as we can." They finished their conversation and David went to tell the Kyle about his sister.
Kyle was thrilled and wanted to wake his brothers and tell them. David said they could wait until morning and they would have a big breakfast to celebrate. After about another hour, David noticed that all the boys were showing signs of being tired. "How about we call it a night, guys." He suggested. "Do any of you need a diaper change before bed?"
Kyle said he was fine and so did Benny. But Adam admitted he was wet. "I wanted to see what it was like, I guess." He said with a sly grin.
"Well, boys, up to bed. Benny you sleep in the single bed and Kyle and Adam in the double. Adam, I’ll come up and change you so lay down on top of the covers." David said. He went to the drawer and pulled out a set of diapers that had baby teddy bears on them. "These should be fun." He thought. He came over to Adam who had already unzipped his pajamas and removed his feet. He was laying on the bed with his diapers and plastic pants fully exposed. David reached in and removed the diaper pins. Then in one movement, pulled the plastic pants down to Adam’s ankles and the diaper off. He folded the new diaper and asked Adam to raise up.
"I like these diapers!" Adam said. "They look nice and feel just as good as the white ones." David slipped the diaper under Adam’s upraised hips and pulled it up between his legs and into position. He pinned both sides and slid the pants back over the diapers. Adam stood up and put his pajamas back on.
"Okay, guys. Lights out. I’ll see you all in the morning." David switched off the light as he exited the room. He knew the boys would talk awhile before they fell asleep, and that was okay. He was sure one of the main subjects was going to be diapers. He thought how nice it would have been when he was their age to have someone to talk to about wearing diapers. Kyle was going to be able to tell them about wearing them and he was sure Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton would provide diapers for the boys when they returned home. As he was thinking about this, the telephone rang again. It was Mr. Hamilton.
"Just checking to make sure you and the boys are okay." He told David.
"We’re just fine. Don’t worry about a thing. They are all in bed and tucked in until morning." David told him.
"Can I ask what you did for Benny?" Mr. Hamilton asked. "We’re you able to get a diaper on him?"
"Well, he didn’t seem to want it at first, but after some discussion, he finally agreed to let me put one on him. I think the biggest factor was that the Grant boys are here too." David began.
"Oh, really! Wow! You do have a house full." Mr. Hamilton interjected.
"Well, it turns out the Grant boys are all bedwetters, and diaper wearers. So when Benny saw that Kyle was wearing diapers, it was better for him." David explained.
"Did Adam say anything?" Mr. Grant asked.
"No, nothing to Benny, except for encouragement. The truth is, Adam agreed to let me diaper him as well. Mrs. Grant told me he wet occasionally, and wouldn’t mind wearing a diaper. So I asked him if he would wear one to protect my mother in laws bed and he agreed. So Benny realized that everyone was wearing diapers and he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone laughing. Now that he has it on, I think he likes it. I don’t know if he would ask to be diapered at home – he may – but I think if you offered them, he would agree." David said. "The biggest thing for Benny was that I put cloth diapers on him. That’s what the Grant boys wear. He said they weren’t like baby diapers so it wasn’t so bad. I think if you pick up some diapers and plastic pants in Denver, all of your boys would wear them at night."
"Wow! My wife and I have discussed it, but I can’t believe you were able to actually do it. Well, if cloth is what is going to get beds dry in the mornings at our house, I’ll buy a whole field of cotton!" Mr. Hamilton said laughing. After a few more comments, Mr. Hamilton said good night and hung up the phone.
David sat on the bed and thought about the events of the day. A house full of children, and all in diapers. "Not so bad!" he thought. "I guess I’ll have to let Rach know. She’ll be thrilled."
It was late, he was tired and diapered again for the first time in seven years. "A good day," he thought to himself as he lay down to sleep. "Tomorrow should be fun as well." It was his last thought until the alarm went off at 6:00 the next morning.
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