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There's nothing more awful to a little kid than a friend of your mom's having a bunch of kids you don't like. But there I was and what was I going to do about it. How could I know that everything in my whole life would change.
I should go back a little bit. I was your everyday sort of boy. Nine years old. I like to play outside and go hiking. I guess I was sort of a loner, but not some kind of weird kid. Anyway, my dad worked most Saturdays and my mom had a church thing to go to and they needed someplace for me to spend the day one weekend and I was bundled up and dropped off at one of my mom's friends houses. Fran had two kids, Holly was my age, but she was a girl. Tom was only six. I hated them. I guess I hated them because I HAD to play with them when Fran was over or my mom was over Fran's house.
Anyway, I was stuck there for the day and I went up to play. Holly and Tom lived in a pretty old house and it was really neat. There were three rooms upstairs, one for each of them and a playroom with a big closet. Their mom's room was downstairs, so the upstairs was kid country. Both of them were there playing with superhero dolls. I tried to be sort of mean, but I didn't have everything else to do so I started to play with them.
I guess it was almost at lunch when I made my big discovery. We had stopped playing with superheroes and had gone to sit in their secret hideaway. It was a really cool place. It was a walk-in closet that was filled with things. There were boxes against the walls and a bunch of pillows were stacked up to provide a place to sit.
We sat in there and talked. We turned off the lights and started to tell stories by a flashlight. I heard a poop sound and smelt the fart that someone had let. "Who let the fart? P.U." I asked. "Whoever smelt it dealt it" Holly said back. "I didn't do it" Tom said in a stupid babyish way. He was so dumb. You didn't just say you didn't do it and I told him so.
I guess he was hurt. But I was older and I didn't think I should be playing with a six year old anyway. He shot back "yeah, you're dumb too." "Oooh..." Holly said in a mocking tone. "You're such a baby. You can't even talk right." Tom sat and looked mad and couldn't think of what to say. The fart was a really smelly one and the whole closet was getting stinky. Then he up with a pouty face "I'm not a baby and it's not a fart anyway. Holly..." "TOM!" she yelled. "...did it in her pants."
There was a stunned silence. Then Holly started to cry and then hit her brother in the nose. Then he started to cry. The closet still smelled bad. I didn't know what to do. They were sitting there crying. I was just embarrassed and thought maybe I was right after all that I didn't want to play with them. Finally I had to do something.
"Are you ok?" I asked Tom. He sniveled "yeah, it hurts, but it's ok." Holly whispered "I'm sorry."
"Did you really?" I asked her. "Yeah," she said sheepishly. "But Tom does it too" she added in a louder voice. "I just didn't want you to know I still did it."
"What do you mean you still do it. It was an accident right? You're sick or something?" "Yeah, I don't feel good" she said.
"Tell the truth." Tom said, whiping the tears off his face. "Tom! Just shut up." she shot back. He looked her "If you don't tell, I will. I'm not ashamed."
"OK." she said. "This is how it is. We have this game we play and we were playing it and I didn't know you were coming over and I didn't want to change because then you'd know and I forgot to go and then I didn't think you'd know and it's really fun you should try it."
I didn't really understand what she was saying. Tom said "We were playing diaper and she forgot that you didn't know about it."
"Playing diaper?" I asked.
She looked like she was going to cry again. "You think we're weird and then you won't play with us." "No," I lied. I didn't think I was ever going to play with them again. "I just want to know what's going on."
"Well. We have this game we play. We just wear diapers and then we use them. You can play too if you want."
"You just want me to think you like it because you had an accident."
"No, it's true," Tom said. "She's wearing a diaper. Check."
She sat up and turned her back to me and pulled down the top of her pants a little bit. There it was. A white plastic diaper. I could smell it too. I was stunned. "You go in your pants ON PURPOSE? That's weird."
"It's not that weird. We both like it." she said. "You do this too?" I asked Tom. "You got diapers on?" "No," he said. "Not now. But somtimes if I want to I wear them."
"That's weird." I said again. This was really making me squirm. I didn't know what to say. Finally I figured a way out of this. "It smells bad. Go get out of those."
She got up and opened the door and went into her room and closed the door. I looked at Tom. "I don't want to hear about it again. I want to play NORMAL games."
When his sister came out again she didn't say anything. She must have been too embarrassed. I noticed she wasn't wearing them again. We ate lunch and watched TV in the afternoon until my mom picked me up again.
That night I told her I didn't want to go and play with them again. She said that was too bad. She and dad had won a trip to California and I was going to have to spend a week with them for February vacation. That was only two weeks from now! The next week they came over and they just watched TV while I played outside. I checked when they were coming in and neither of them was wearing a diaper or at least not that I could see.
I really didn't want to stay with them. I just felt all squirmy and uncomfortable when I thought about it. I didn't remember what it was like, but it was gross to go in your pants and it smelled bad. Finally the time came tho and my mom packed up clothes in a gym bag and I took a few of my favorite toys and I was dropped off at Holly and Tom's house again. Their mom Fran brought my things into Tom's room and told me I would sleep in bed with him.
We all played with legos but things weren't right. They talked to each other in whispers and I didn't talk to them at all. It was later that day that I got a chance to be alone in "my" room while they watched TV. I started to look around. I found his underpants, socks and tee shirts in a bureau. In his closet I found a bunch of toys and next to his GI Joe stuff, there was a package of diapers. It was open and about half full. I guessed they were still "playing."
That night their mom Fran got us ready for bed. I went into the bathroom to change into my pajamas and when I got back in the bedroom Tom was already in his PJs. I got into bed and when Tom was getting in I noticed he was wearing a diaper under his PJs. They were dark blue with spiderman on them, but I could see the bulge and hear the crinkle. I didn't say anything. His mom kissed us both goodnight, turned out the light and shut the door.
"I can't believe you're wearing that." I said. "I have to." he said back. "I wet the bed. Your mom was going to have a talk with you about it, but I told my mom I already told you. If I don't wear it, I'll pee on you." This was getting really gross. I turned over and tried to go to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up. I was feeling bad. I didn't want to be mean to Tom and I had to get along with them for the week. "Tom" I whispered. "Are you awake?" He turned towards me. "Yeah." "I'm sorry. If you have to wear a diaper that's ok. I'm sorry if I was mean. Let's be friends again." "Really?" he said. "Really. It's weird, but it's ok." He got out of bed. "Let's go watch cartoons."
I went to the bathroom to pee. He walked over to the playroom across the hall. I could hear his mom downstairs cleaning the house or something. I walked in and he was sitting in front of the TV watching Bugs bunny cartoons. "Aren't you going to take it off?" I asked. "It's dry." he said. "Oh." I said and sat down. About half an hour later, his mom called upstairs for us to come down and eat breakfast. We went down and Holly came down a few minutes later in a long nightshirt. We had some cereal and then their mom told us to get clothes on and we'd could go out and play.
We all ran up the stairs. I ran in to get changed. Tom stopped his sister in the hall. I could hear him tell his sister "He says it's ok and he wants to be friends again."
He ran in and pulled off his PJ shirt. I was already pulling on my pants. Then he pulled down his pajama pants and stood in front of me in just a diaper. I just sort of stood and stared at him. "You said it was ok." He said. "You knew I was wearing one." Then he pulled back the tapes and pulled it off. I didn't want to be rude, but I kept looking at it. I could see it was bunched up and dark yellow in the middle. "You liar! You peed in it!" "I didn't lie. I woke up dry. I went in it when we were watching cartoons. I didn't want to miss any," he shrugged. Still naked, he rolled it up and taped it shut and walked across the hall. I finished getting dressed and I could hear him wash himself up. He came in and got dressed. With underpants this time.
We went out and played in the snow for a while. We sleded and threw a few snowballs at each other. Tom was pretty normal, but Holly was still acting weird towards me. I had a good time tho. It wasn't that cold and the snow was all melty and our snowsuits got soaked. We came in and their mom told us to hang up our suits and then go upstairs and change into something dry and she'd bring up some hot chocolate.
We ran upstairs. Holly ran into her room and we went into ours. I was thinking of it as ours now, and we skinned off our clothes. I started to get dressed in regular dry clothes. But he had other ideas. He went into his closet and came out with a diaper in his hand. As I stood silent watching him, he pulled it open and taped it into place. Then he put on a tee shirt and walked into the playroom. I stood stunned for a second and then followed him. He had turned the TV on and was playing with legos on the floor.
His sister came in and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. She was wearing real clothes tho, a skirt and a sweater. Their mom came up with hot chocolate a few moments later and just passed the mugs out. She didn't say anything about Tom playing with nothing but a diaper on. "Careful not to burn your tongues" she said and went back downstairs. Like nothing was not normal. I felt pretty weird tho and I think I was blushing. Holly was still real quiet and not acting normal. She just watched the TV and didn't say anything.
We sipped and Holly and I watched TV as Tom played with the legos. He was building a house or something. I finished my hot coco and the Three Stooges ended and Gilligan's Island began. I noticed that Tom was beginning to squirm on the floor. I kept sneaking glances at him. I just couldn't take my eyes off of him sitting there in just a diaper like he was a little baby. He kept squirming. Then he got a funny look on his face and settled down. He caught me looking at him and smiled. "I had an accident" he giggled and returned to his construction.
Holly was sitting on the other side of the couch. She looked at me "is it really ok? You don't mind if we play diapers in front of you?"
I shrugged and just felt plain embarrassed. "I guess not. I still think it's pretty weird, but if you like to it's ok." "That's great," she said. "We really like you and thought you wouldn't be our friend anymore."
I shrugged again and went back to watching TV. Holly interrupted again "Really? It's ok?" "Yeah." I said probably a little coldly. "It's ok." I didn't like being bugged about it and something else was on my mind. We sat in silence watching TV for a while more before I finally got up the guts to ask what had been bothering me.
"What's it feel like?" I said.
Tom came right over. "It's so neat. It's so warm when you wet. And you can do it anywhere and you don't have to get up at night." "And the dipee feels so nice when it's on. It's so snuggly" his sister kicked in. "And it just feels so nice and special" Tom went on. Both of them were really excited to get this off of their chests. I don't think they had ever told anyone else. "And you can just hold it and it feels special. Then you let go and it spreads and it's so warm and squishy." his sister went on, "and the diapers are so neat. There are all kinds and they all feel different when you wear them and different when you GO." I must have been turning really really red because they started to laugh at me.
"Tim wants to try one on" she teased. "No. I. Don't." I said firmly. They giggled like they were in on some special joke that I wasn't. And I guess they were.
"I'm going to go change" Holly said and ran off into her room. She came back in the same clothes she had been wearing. She pulled up her skirt quickly and flashed her diaper. Tom ran over and she tackled him onto the couch and they wrestled, him in nothing but his diaper and tee shirt and her with her skirt riding up and showing her pamper. Finally they finished and just sat there and giggled uncontrollably.
I just kept watching them. I must have turned ten shades of purple. Holly went over to the door of the closet hideaway and motioned for us to go on in. Tom bounced in. I walked over and she shut the door behind me. This time they didn't turn on a flashlight and the only light was what was coming in through the door. I sat down next to Tom against one wall. Holly sat against the other. Everybody was quiet for a minute.
"You can wear one if you want Tim," Holly said. "Mine will fit you and some of them are for girls and boys. "It is neat." Tom said.
"I dunno. I don't think so. I just wanted to know what it was like. I don't think I get it, but that's ok." We kept talking and they told me about how afraid they were I would tell everyone or never talk to them the. I confessed I thought of it, but that they were nice kids other than that. Finally Holly stood up and told us to be really quiet. We shut up and she stood with her hands on her hips like wonder woman. I knew what she was doing, but I gasped when I heard the hissing of her peeing in her diaper. Finally she finished sighed and sat down. It was still really quiet and I could hear her squish. I could smell the pee a little bit from them, plus the smell of their diapers.
Before dinner they changed their diapers and Tom put on clothes. But he still had a diaper under them. We got pizza for dinner and it was really good. After dinner we stayed up and watched a James Bond movie on TV. We got into bed and talked a little about stuff before trying to go to sleep. While we were whispering, the door creaked open and his sister came sneaking in. "I can't stay, but these are for you Tim." She left two diapers at the foot of the bed and then put her finger to her lips to indicate quiet and went back to her own room.
"I don't need those." I said after she had left. Tom grinned at me. "I won't tell if you want to try one." "NO." I said and turned over. I tried to get to sleep, but I couldn't. Finally I sat right upright and said "OK. I give up. If you tell anyone I'll beat the hell out of you and I'm two years older than you so I can do it." I got up and skinned off my PJ pants and picked up the diaper. Tom was watching me grinning. I started to undo it and tried to figure out how it went. He slinked out of bed and took it from me and undid it and put it up to his crotch and said "it goes like this, then you put up the tapes." I nodded and did as he said. Then I whipped my pants back on and got back into bed.
I was panting with nervousness. It felt neat. It was thick and I couldn't close my legs all the way. I laid on my back with my legs spread and just lay there. Tom was resting his head on his arm and was looking at me with a knowing look. He sat up and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I didn't know what he was doing until he came back with a glass of water. "Here" he said. "You want to use it right?" I turned red, but I drank it down. I then lay there. As I waited for the water to go through me I got tireder and tireder. Tom fell asleep beside me. I waited still and I even pushed a little, but I didn't have to go. Finally I fell asleep.
I woke up at around 6AM. Now I really had to go. I had turned over in my sleep and the diaper was bunched under my bum. It felt so neat. It was so snug, but it had lumps where the padding was. I turned over onto my back and spread my legs. This woke Tom up. He sat up and knelt on the bed looking at me. "Did you go yet?" I shook my head and closed my eyes and tried, but I couldn't. "It's easier if you stand," he offered. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I got up and I spread my legs and closed my eyes and finally it felt right and I just let go. I can't tell you how neat it felt. I was always told how nasty and sticky and awful wetting yourself was, but it was so warm and soothing. It spread around my diaper area and pooled between my legs. I finished and sighed. "You like it" Tom asked. I just turned red and stood there. Then I took a tentative step. The diaper was much more compact now that it was wet, but I could feel the warm pee as it squished here and there. I reached my hand into my pajamas and felt the plastic. Now it wasn't wrinkly, but it was smooth and warm, and the padding felt like clay underneath. I grinned at Tom. Then I walked over and got back into bed.
We whispered and giggled all morning until his mother called us to come down for breakfast. Tom and I jumped out of bed and then I froze. "Come on," he said, "my mom won't mind." I was turning red again. I shook my head very strongly. He grimmaced at me "hurry up then." I skinned down the pj pants and then the diaper. It plopped onto the floor. The area under the diaper was still wet tho. I didn't know what else to do so I just pulled up the pants. It didn't seem to show and I ran downstairs.
We wolfed down our apple-jacks and then decided to go upstairs to watch TV. "Tim. Could I talk to you for a minute alone." their mom asked. Holly and Tom ran upstairs and I sat at the table.
"Tim. Is everything ok with you?" "Yeah" I said embarrassed. "I know my kids are pretty unusual. Does it bother you?" "No." I said still really embarrassed and turning red. "It's ok for them, if that's what they want to do." She grinned at me "I know you have a wet spot on your pants and you smell like pee too." I started to squirm and I turned really red. redder than I've ever been. "It's ok Tim. Your mom knows about Tom and Holly. She doesn't have to know about you. If you want to play in diapers with them, I won't tell her and nobody needs to know." I nodded. "I can see your embarrassed, so I won't say anything more about it."
I looked at her and she had a very kind smile on her face. I tried to grin back and ran upstairs.
"Tom she knows! Your mom!" "Mom knows everything, she's going to let you wear them right?" "Yeah, she said she wouldn't tell my mom." "Here," he said "there's your other one. Put it on."
I thought for just a second and then I put it on. When he saw me start, he pulled down his PJs and changed himself. Then we went in to watch TV. Holly was already there and I started blushing again. Tom's PJs were dark blue, but mine were light green and you could see through them. She grinned, "you're playing!" She and Tom started to grab at me and they play wrestled me onto the couch and we stayed there in a pile watching TV.
After about twenty minutes, Tom announced he was going to need to go. He was stretched across my leg and as he started to go, I could feel his pamper fill with warm pee. He squirmed a bit in his didee and we went back to the TV show. A little while after that I realize that I had to go too, but not pee. I tried to hold it, but I had started to squirm and I let a few farts. "What's up?" Holly asked. "I have to BM." I said. "Well, just go, we won't mind." "NO WAY!" I said. "I'm going to the bathroom." They giggled and shrugged as I got up.
I went into the bathroom and looked at the toilet. I couldn't believe I had come this far in only a few days. I squirmed a bit and let it come out just a little bit. Then I got cold feet and turned around, pulled down my pants and diaper (it was hard to get down), and sat on the bowl and went.
I pulled my diaper and pants on and went back to the playroom. They looked at me expectantly and I think were a little disappointed that I had used the toilet. Holly got up. "I have to make a BM too! But I'm not going to the toilet." She turned around and spread her legs and lifted up her nightshirt. I could see her straining, then a little bump appeared on her diaper-bum. Then another. I could slowly see her filling her diaper with cuck-cka. Finally she seemed to have finished. and turned around. She bowed like she was a great performer, then she patter herself on the butt and sat down. I could smell as the poo squished, but I was getting used to this and it didn't bother me.
We kept watching cartoons for a while and then decided to play with cars. When Holly knelt down to pick up a truck, I could see her bum. Her mess wasn't very big and it seemed to be pretty solid. There was also a brown patch where the poo had soaked through when she was sitting on it. I could see a couple of masses sagging down between her legs. Her load was bouncing as she ran around pushing the cars.
I sat down next to the toy garage and pushed cars around it. I wasn't paying too much attention tho because I could feel that I was going to have to go pee soon. I sat and pretended it wasn't a problem. Soon I was squirming. Tom was still playing and not paying any attention, but Holly came over. "It's ok. Go ahead."
I turned red and looked away from her. "Come on" she said, "is it number one or number two." "I gotta pee," I said. "That's nothing, she replied. "Go 'head and go." "I dunno if I can. The other time I had to stand up and I was still tired. I don't think I can go in my pants if you're watching me." "OK. I'll wait, but you tell me when you go."
She went over to the other side of the room and played with Tom. He was oblivious to the whole thing--well maybe he wasn't but he was pretending to be. I tried to play with the cars, but I had to start wiggling my legs and moving my bum around. I looked over and Tom and Holly weren't looking at me. I closed my eyes and tried to go. I felt a little squirt, but that was all. I tried to relax and let myself go peepee, but it still wouldn't come out. Finally, I gave up and stood up and walked into the hallway. Once I was out, I felt so much more relaxed because they weren't looking at me. I went into the bathroom and stood looking at the toilet. I decided to try one more time and I closed my eyes and spread my legs. I did another squirt. Then I felt something relax in me and it started to flow. The warmth went around my diaper and pooled between my legs. I was embarrassed, but it felt so good. So warm. I felt so secure. The flow finished up and then I let a few more squirts go and I was done.
This time I had waited a while and my diaper was really wet. I just stood there and I could feel it soaking up into the padding on my bum. My front was already all wet.
Finally, I came out of my trance and opened the door and went back to the playroom. It was weird to walk with the wet diaper on. I could feel the warm liquid squishing between my legs and I sort of held them further apart. It felt different and less puffy under my pants. I entered the playroom and both Holly and Tom were waiting for me. They looked at me expectantly.
"Well?!" Holly exclaimed. "Did you do it or did you chicken out?
"I did it." "What did you do?" she asked. "I did it, ok?" "What did you do, tell us what you did?" "I went in my pants, ok? Is that what you wanted to hear."
They giggled. I guess that was it. They came over and grabbed my hand and started to dance around. I tried to dance with them, but it was hard to do with the diaper between my legs. Finally we got dizzey and all fell to our knees. Holly sat down on her behind and mushed her bum against the floor. This made the smell much stronger from her pants. She smiled at me. I was on my knees and I sat down. The wet squished around my bum. It felt really good.
"So, now you're playing along with us. Now you need to learn the rules. Follow me." She got up and ran into the closet. We all ensconced ourselves in it and closed the door. It smelled really strong, but I was beginning to get used to the smell. Because of her poop, I couldn't smell myself at all.
"Mom lets us play baby-diapers, but we have a few rules. First, you have to change yourself. She says she's changed enough diapers and she doesn't want to change any more, so if we want to wear them, we have to change ourselves. Even when we make a big mess like I do." She rubbed her bottom against the floor. "Second you boys change yourselves in your room or in the bathroom and I change in my room. We don't change together. Mom says if she catches us changing together, we can't have any more diapers. Next, we have to leave the diapers wrapped up and in the special waste-basket in the bathroom. If we get a rash, we have to wear regular clothes until it goes away. If we wet our clothes or wet the bed, we have to tell her what happened and she'll wash them, but it makes her real mad. And we have to make sure not to sit on the good furniture downstairs if we are wet or poopy. And one more thing. Don't go in your pants unless you have a didee on, OK?"
"Yeah," I said. "I don't believe I'm doing this tho."
"I think it's cute," Holly said. "I want to see you in just your diaper." "No. I'm too embarrassed." I said. "Come on..." she whined. "I wanna see you in your yellow wet soggy diaper." "OK, if you promise you won't laugh." "Laugh at you?" she questioned. "I don't think I have anything to laugh at." She turned on her stomach and stuck her bum up in the air. The brown poo-poo spot was even bigger and it was certainly smelly.
"Ok." I undid my belt and pulled down my pants and lifted up my tee shirt so they could see. They both looked and told me how neat I looked. I was getting hungry and I told them I thought it was time for lunch and we should go ask for food. Holly said no. She was lifting her bum up and down and said she had to have some more BM. We just sat and waited and watched while she flexed her bowels. We couldn't see her bum this time, so we just watched her face as she pushed. After a minute, she stopped and got up and said she needed to change and take a shower and she'd meet us downstairs for lunch. I tried to see as she walked away, but her nightshirt covered her. She was kind of waddling tho, so she must have really filled her diaper.
Tom and I went back into our room. I could hear the shower in the bathroom. "Your sister must really have been messy." I said. "Yeah, she likes to crap." he replied. Then he pulled down his diaper. It was wet. I think he had gone in it a second time. He rolled it up. Then he went into the closet and pulled a box of baby-whipes out. "Here. You can clean yourself with this." He took one out and wiped himself off. Then he went into his closet and put on another diaper. I pulled off my pants and then my diaper. Then I wiped myself and pulled on a pair of underpants and put my pants back on.
"You need to wrap it up. It's not bad if you just pee, but if you make a mess, you need to keep it inside if you don't want it to smell." He showed me how to wrap it up and how to put the tapes on so it would form a small ball. "We can put these in the bathroom when my sister's out of it."
We went downstairs and asked for lunch. His mom asked if we had been having a good time playing. I think I blushed a little. She must have known what we were playing. Tom was still only wearing a diaper. Holly came down a few minutes later. She was wearing only a tee shirt and a diaper. This one was pink and had little pictures of cartoon animals on it. So I was the only one with pants on, they both just had tee shirts and diapers on. We had hot dogs for lunch. They were good and we laughed about stuff while we ate them.
"It's raining," his mom said, "so you'll have to play indoors. But it's supposed to snow tomorrow so you'll be able to go sledding if it stays on the ground. If you want I can rent you a movie." We agreed that this was a great idea.
We went upstairs. I went to the playroom, but Tom reminded me that we needed to take care of our business. I went into the bedroom and picked up the taped up diaper and brought it into the bathroom. We were supposed to put it in a diaper basket, you pushed it in through some plastic so it didn't smell too much.
I went in the playroom. Tom and Holly were there, playing with legos. The were still in diapers and tee shirts. I sat down and started to play with them, but as soon as I did Holly said "I'll get you another one so you can change." I blushed, but I just said ok. She came back a minute later and I went into the bedroom and changed into it, but I pulled on my pants over it.
When I got back, Tom said "Oh, come on Tim. You don't need to wear your jeans. It's more comfortable this way. And we can see how you look. "No. I'm still embarrassed," I said. They accepted this.
About a half an hour later, their mom came up and said she was going down the block to Blockbuster and the store. "Do you need anything?" she asked. "I need another package of diapers" Tom said. "Me too, we're wearing a lot of them this week," Holly chipped in.
"How about you?" she looked at me. I was startled. I didn't know what to say. I could feel my face getting red (again). "Do you want me to pick up a package for you too?" I looked up at her in terror. I didn't want to say it. I realized that I was wearing one now and she was seeing me even if I had my pants on over it. Finally Holly said "yes, but he's too 'barrassed to say so."
"That's ok, I'll pick up some extras just in case someone needs them. Now what movie do you want?"
We decided to get the new Star Trek movie. Tom wanted a little kid movie, but I didn't want that one and Holly sided with me. Their mom said she would be back in a half an hour and told us not to get into trouble.
When she left Tom announced he had wet his diaper. He stood up and showed us. His was one of the white ones, like the one Holly had given me, but smaller, so you could see the yellow area where there was peepee. We all laughed. A few minutes after this I had to go. But this was BM again and I didn't want to do that.
"I have to have a BM." I said. "Well, you know what I'd do," Holly said. "Go ahead." "No," I said. "I just don't wanna." "That's what you said about wearing diapers yesterday!"
I walked to the bathroom and just went in the toilet. While I was there I peed too. Then I hitched up my diaper and pants and went back into the playroom. They were both looking at me. "Did you do it?" Tom asked. "Did you poop in your pants?" Holly followed.
"No I didn't. It's dry. "
"Chicken!" Holly teased. "Timmy's a chicken. He's a afraid to go messy in his Dye-Pers. Timmy is a chicken! Timmy is a chicken! Timmy has to wear pants so nobody will see his Dye-Pers. Chicken! Chicken!"
I was real mad at this and I just sat down on the couch. I wasn't a chicken. I was already playing their game and I had a diaper on. I even peed my pants in front of them. But somehow I knew they were right. I really wanted to know what it was like to make a BM in my pants. I had never thought of this before this week, but it felt so good when I made peepee in my pants. What would a BM feel like?
When they saw I was really mad, they came over and apologized. "We're sorry. We just want you to have fun and you look so funny when we play and you turn such a funny color of red. We won't tease you anymore.
"That's ok. I guess I am kind of chicken. You did it in front of me."
Just then their mom got back. We heard her drop some things in the kitchen and then start climbing the stairs. She came in with a big bag from the grocery store. "Here you go. Holly, here's yours, I got you some more for girls. Tom, here's yours," she dropped a package of white pampers for him. "And just in case anyone else drops by here's some others," she said, putting down a package of Boy's XXLs on the couch next to me. "Oh, here's your movie. I'll bring up the VCR."
I just sat until she left the room. Then I looked at the package. These were really different. The ones Holly had been giving me were cheap ones for boys and girls. These had a waist band and were blue and the package said they had extra padding where boys needed it most.
Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Come on, let's put these away," he said. I picked up my package and followed him. He gave me a special place in his closet where I could keep my package. "These are your diapers. How does it feel to have your own diapers?"
"I dunno. Embarrassing I guess."
"Well, I'm soaked and these are better diapers, so I'm going to put one on." He started to undo his diaper and I walked back to the playroom. Holly was still in her room, I didn't know what she was doing. I felt a call on my bladder. It must have been all that juice I had with my hot dogs for lunch. I relaxed and let it come and in a moment I was wet. I sat down on the couch and felt the wet squish in my diaper.
A few minutes later Tom came in. He was wearing one of the new diapers and his tee shirt. I turned on the TV and we watched cartoons for a while. After the second one was over I asked "Where's Holly?" "I dunno. She's in her room." I kept wondering where she was. For a girl, Holly was pretty cool. I had never really had a girl for a friend before. She was really cute, especially when she was had messed herself and was showing off. I figured that Tom was pretty cool too, even if he was a little kid. And even if they were a little weird. I was a little weird now too, I thought as I shifted and felt the cooling pee against my bottom.
We ended up watching TV all afternoon. Tom got up to change his diaper. I just sat in mine. Just before dinner, I had to go again. I kind of wiggled around and I thought it would hold another wetting, if I was careful. So I just relaxed myself and let it go. It wasn't very much, but it warmed up the diaper and felt really good. My pants were pretty waterlogged tho. I wiggled a little bit more.
"Do you have to go?" Tom asked "No. I just went" I said. I don't know why, but I wasn't embarrassed nearly as much to talk about this with Tom. Maybe it's because he was so much younger. I guess he'd be wearing diapers to bed even if he wasn't playing, so somehow that made it ok. When I told him, he just smiled and nodded.
"I went before too. I've been wet all afternoon." "Really," he said brightly. "You're getting used to it?" "Yeah," I said. "It's pretty cool. It's neat when it cools and it's not warm except where it's touching you. Now it's really sopped tho." "You should change," Tom said, "or you'll get a rash."
"OK, it's almost time for dinner anyway." I got up and my pants felt funny. When I looked down at the couch there were two little oval wet spots where I had been sitting. Tom grinned, "I think you wet your pants. It's not too bad tho. Sometimes I wet so much it soaks through all the way and I'm soaked. You should tell mom tho so she can put them in a wash. 'Till then, just hang them over the chair in the bedroom."
I nodded and walked to the door. I looked out into the hallway and checked to make sure nobody was there. Then I walked quickly to the bedroom and shut the door. I tried to turn around and see my bottom, I caught a glimpse of my backside. There were just two patches at the bottom of the diaper where it leaked around my legs. I wouldn't do another double wetting anytime soon!
I hung them up where Tom said and got a pair of lt blue corduroys out of my suitcase. Then I wrapped up my diaper like I had been shown and went over to where Tom and I had stashed my diapers and took one out of the package. This one was much nicer than the others. It was thinner, and it looked more like underpants than a diaper. I held them on and pulled the tapes closed. They fit really well. I wanted to get rid of the soppy diaper quick, so I opened the door and looked out and then ran over to the bathroom and dumped the wet one into the diaper genie. When I was in there, I saw myself in the mirror. I was really surprised. I lifted up my shirt and turned around so I could see myself. It was just like a pair of underwear, except it was much thicker between the legs and in back it was baggy and had a little part that sagged down behind, I guess to provide room for whatever.
I heard some stirring in Holly's bedroom, so I raced out and back into the bedroom before I got caught out without pants on. Inside I put my pants on and went back to watch TV. Tom was still there lounging in his diapers. "You need to tell my mom. Now. Or she'll be mad."
I gulped, but then I went downstairs. I went into the kitchen and Fran was forming hamburger patties for dinner. "Ah, Mrs. Fitch. I... Tom said I should tell you, I kind of had... Well, my pants have these little wet marks."
"Oh, thanks for telling me. If you'll bring them down, I'll make sure they get washed out."
I went and got them. She had finished and put the hamburgers on the stove. She took the pants. "Oh this isn't bad at all. Sometimes my daughter gets them all messy as well as wet." I just stood there. "Sit down, we can talk." I sat and wiggled a little uncomfortably. "Do the diapers I got fit you."
"Yes." I said quietly.
"Oh, it's really ok. Really it is. I don't know why but both my kids love them. If you do or if you just want to play at it, that's ok. Did my kids let you know the other rules?"
"Yes. Change myself. Don't get on the good furniture down here."
"And put the used ones in the diaper genie, but I know from emptying it that you've figured that out. Holly can't use that many, so they must be yours. Would you like something to drink before dinner?"
I said yes and then the conversation was completely normal. I sat with her while she finished cooking and had a glass of soda. She called up for the other kids to clean up and come down and made me wash my hands. Then Tom and Holly were down (I could tell they were wearing diapers, but they both had pants on over them) and we all ate dinner together.
Almost right away after dinner I had to peepee again. We were playing superheroes and chasing each other around the upstairs. I was in back and Tom and I were chasing Holly. I couldn't go pee while running, so I stopped and let them go and wet. I was still going when Tom chased her back out into the hall. They both stopped short, because they realized that I was wetting my diaper. I was embarrassed and couldn't finish, but I smiled and started to chase both of them. Later we had tired ourselves out and were sitting on the couch watching our movie. As soon as we turned out the lights to watch the movie, I was able to go again and finish up. It took a few false starts, but nobody knew and I sat and watched the movie enjoying my warm and wet diaper.
After we watched the tape, we decided to stay up late and watch the late movies. My mom and dad made me go to bed early, but their mom didn't care if they stayed up late as long as it wasn't a school night and we behaved. Tom and I put on our pajamas, with our diapers on underneath them of course. This felt really weird. I had a wet diaper on and I was changing my clothes and leaving on the wet didee. It took Holly a little longer. She had changed into another nightshirt. I suppose it was supposed to have pants, but she was just wearing her diaper under it.
After about an hour, I had to go potty and I had to pee again, so I got up and went to the bathroom. I guess they were happy with my progress because Holly didn't bug me this time. I pulled off my diaper and put it in the thing, then I sat on the pot. As I was sitting and feeling my bowels move, I thought about the last day. I couldn't have imagined I would just sit on the couch with my friends and go to the toilet in my pants or in my diaper. Or even wear a diaper. As I made my BM I thought about doing that. If wetting my pants was so nice, why wouldn't going BM be just as nice? Finally I let go my last plop. While I was sitting there I went pee as well. I couldn't really go poop without going pee. I was about to pull my pants on, when I realized I had wiped from my BM, but not from my diapers. The wipes were in the bedroom, so I used a facecloth to wipe off my diaper area. I could feel that the skin was getting a little more tender and resolved not to sit in wet diapers for quite so long.
Finally, I was done and pulled my pants up and flushed the toilet and went into the bedroom put on another diaper. Then I went back in and watched more movies until we all fell asleep. Sometime during the night, their mom came in and got us all into our beds.
Tom woke up before me and him getting out of bed woke me up. I decided to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't have any brothers or sisters and it was fun to have kids around, but I got tired of it after a while. I liked Tom, but he was a little kid and he ran around a lot more than I did and Holly was a girl.
I had to go, but I was worried about getting a rash, so I decided to hold it. I guess I layed in bed for about a half an hour. I could hear the TV going in the other room. Eventually I decided I had to either go in my diaper or get up, so I got up and went to the bathroom. When I got in there, I thought that this was the first time I had peed in the toilet since I first put a diaper on.
I decided it was enough for now and when I went back into the bedroom, I changed out of the diaper and put on a pair of underpants. It felt funny not to be wearing a diaper. The underpants were so thin and it felt sort of cold to be wearing them. I put on my pajama pants over the underwear and went to the playroom.
"Hi Tim. You're up!" Holly said. "Hi," Tom said. Holly looked at me funny, "You're not wearing your peepee-pants!" "No," I said, "I'm not. I think I'm getting a rash. Anyway, it was fun, but I'm too old to be doing that all the time." "OK, but don't worry if you want to again. Maybe we should wear normal clothes too." She went out to her room and came back. She was still in the nightshirt, but she had a pair of bottoms for it on. Tom said "I'm wet, I'll change after breakfast."
After breakfast he changed into regular pants. Like their mom said, it had gotten colder and snowed during the night, so we went out and played. After about an hour, I had to come inside because I had to go pee. When I got back outside Holly teased me about it, telling me I should have kept playing diapers and I could have kept playing in the snow.
We played until lunchtime. Fran called us in and we got out of our snow suits and sipped hot chocolate. She told us to change into dry clothes for lunch. When I was changing, I checked my rash. It felt a lot better. I decided to stay in regular underwear though.
In the afternoon Tom had his swimming lesson, so he and his mom were going to be gone until dinner. Before they left, Fran showed us where the phone number was to call a neigbor if we had any problems and asked us to be good. We told her we would be.
We went upstairs to play. Holly had decided to change into diapers, but she wore them under a pair of pants. We played with legos for a while and then she got bored. "Tim. Let's play dolls for a while. You can play with Ken and I'll play with Barbie." I told her I didn't want to play with dolls, but she finally talked me into it. It wasn't too bad. I guess if I could get myself talked into wearing diapers, I could play with a few dolls. She showed me how to dress them. After a while playing she told me to wait and she left the room and came back with a handful of toilet paper and a white kitchen garbage bag. She got out a pair of scissors and started to cut and then undressed Barbie and taped the bag around her like a diaper, then stuffed some toilet paper in it. "See, now Barbie's got diapers on too!" I laughed and she showed me how to make one for Ken. "Now you're the only one who doesn't have diapers on!" We both laughed. Then I said "hold on."
I was really having a good time. I ran into the bedroom and skinned off my pants and underpants and put on one of my diapers. I thought about it, but I still didn't feel comfortable without them, and I pulled my pants back on over them. I ran back and said "ta da!" She applauded. We went back to playing and pretended that Ken and Barbie were having accidents in their pants.
We finished up our game and Holly got up. "These pants are really tight and uncomfortable, do you mind if i just wear a diaper?" "No, that's ok," I said, "These diapers are thin, but they are kind of tight too with pants on." "You could just wear a diaper," she said and unbottoned her pants and pulled them down. "Oohh. that's better."
She stood up, spread her legs, squatted a little, and put her hands on her hips. She got a funny look on her face and was obviously pushing. I was pretty sure that she was filling her pants with a mess and I just watched her. A minute later she was finished and the smell confirmed what she had just done.
"Did you just potty?" I asked. "Yeah, I had to go." "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure" "What's it feel like?" "Well, it's warm, just like wetting your diaper. But it's a lot harder to do. You have to squat so you can get it out. Sometimes I can go without squatting, but usually I have to squat and hold my legs apart."
"Isn't it stinky?" I asked, knowing that it was because I could smell it.
"Not really for me. I can't smell it if I go in my pants until I'm changing myself. I guess you can smell it. Pretty strong huh?"
"Yeah," I answered. "It's pretty bad. But that's ok."
"It feels best when you go, but it's pretty good to wear around too. When you walk you can feel it in your pants. And when you sit down it feels good when you squish. Sometimes I walk around with it for a while before I squish to save it up."
"I have 'nother question." "Sure." "How did you start wearing diapers?"
"Oh, that's easy. I started to wear diapers again two years ago. Tom was four and I was seven. You know that Tom wets the bed?"
"Yeah. He told me because I got mad when I had to get in bed with him in diapers."
"Well. He really does more than wet the bed. He's getting better, but he was always wetting his pants. I guess I was a little jealous because he got a lot of attention because mom was trying to make him stop. I wanted to know what it felt like, so I asked my mom if I could try one of the diapers. She said ok and helped me get into one of Tom's. I wore it around the whole afternoon and then I told my mom I needed to go to the bathroom and asked if I could use it. She said ok, and I went in it. I couldn't even remember what it was like when I first went, but I really liked it. My mom said I had to change. But I begged her to let me wear it, so she let me wear it for a half an hour or so, then she made me change."
"She doesn't seem to mind you wearing them now."
"Well, like I said, I really liked it. I kept asking and she wouldn't let me wear any, so finally I just stole one and wore it in my bedroom and wet in it. I stole a whole bunch, but I got caught 'cause I got a rash. She said I couldn't have anymore and locked up Tom's diapers so I couldn't get any.
"The next time mom took us to Toys R Us and said we could each pick out a toy, I told her I wanted diapers instead of a toy. She didn't like that. I begged her all through the store. Finally she gave in and tossed in a package and we left. That night she had a long talk with me and talked about why I wanted to wear them and all that stuff. She thought I was having a phase and told me I would get tired of it and not even finish the package, but I did. I guess she just gave in because she just kept buying them for me. They're 'spensive tho, so I don't get as many toys. I don't think it bothers her anymore. I just wear them if I want to and not if I don't want to and if I want to go around wet or messy, I can just do it.
"Tom had a harder time because he was still going in his pants. He wears diapers almost all the time. He can keep dry, but only if he pays attention all the time. He's had a few accidents at school. I was sure he was going to wet his snow suit this morning. For all I know, he did."
"Does anyone else know?"
"Some of Tom's friends know, but he doesn't have too many friends because he's always wearing diapers. I play with other kids, but I don't wear diapers with them. You're our only diaper friend and that's only because you caught me."
"I'm glad I did. I really like it. I really liked watching you poop in your pants. It's so weird, and I'm sort of ashamed, but I like wearing them too."
"That's how I feel. I was so ashamed when Tom told you I had gone in my pants. But I'm so glad you don't hate me for it. You're even talking with me while I have a load in my pants."
All this time Holly was standing up. She was shifting from one leg to another, and bouncing around, but she hadn't sat down and hadn't smushed her mess.
"I have a confession." "What?" "I have to go pee." "Cool. You gonna go in your pants? Is Timmy going to go in his pants?" "Yes, I'm going to wet in my pants." I sat still and let myself relax. This time it was no trouble at all. I was really relaxed talking to Holly and the warm pee just flowed out of me into my diaper. I didn't even have to stand up. It just pooled around my bum and that was that. I didn't have to squish out any extra drops. I just finished right up.
"Done," I said. "I'm wet."
"Cool," she said. "I want to run around. My boom-boom is getting cold and I want to enjoy it. You're it" she said and touched me on the shoulder and ran away."
I jumped up. My diaper was warm around my crotch. When I tried to run it felt funny with the diaper between my legs. I waddle-ran so it wouldn't chafe me, but this wasn't very efficient and I couldn't catch her. While she was running in front of me, I could see her diaper-butt. She hadn't sat in it yet, so there wasn't a brown stain on her bum, but I thought I could see a bulge where a mess was sitting in the seat of her pants.
I chased her all around the upstairs, into the playroom, then into her bedroom, down the stairs around the living room, then up the stairs and back into the playroom. Finally she was getting tired and I cornered her behind the sofa. I dodged to the right and she dodged to the left and we did this a few times.
"You can't catch me because you're not fast enough because you're wearing pants."
"Oh yeah." I said and tried to run around the couch. But she was right. I couldn't run fast enough. The pants were too tight with the diapers and it was hard to run in them. Plus, I had already soaked through the diaper and wet my pants once, and I was afraid to run too fast or to do anything that would make it happen again. I stopped and made a quick decision. I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. Now I was wearing only a diaper and a tee shirt. I ran after Holly and tossed my pants into the bedroom as I ran by.
When I ran into the playroom. She wasn't in there. I was confused and I ran back out into the hall and called her name, but she had disappeared. I had a guess tho and walked back to the playroom and threw open the door to the closet.
"BOO!" I screamed. She was standing inside and she shrieked, first in surprise then in delight.
"You took your pants off! You look so cute in just your diaper."
"Thanks. I'm glad I did. I feel kind of funny like I'm naked, but I guess it's ok."
"It covers as much as a swimming suit," she said. "More since you have your shirt on. Now, let me see your baggy-butt."
I turned around and showed myself off. I bent down a little and wagged my bum at her. I thought the bum on a diaper was the neatest part (except for wearing them yourself). There was a big fold of material. When you sat down, it was right under your butt. When you walked, it kind of swayed from side to side. I had never noticed it before when I had seen babies, but now that I was wearing them, it was all I could look at when I looked at Tom or Holly. Especially when she had a load in her diaper.
"Neat!" Holly said. "You look so cute with your little plastic diaper over your bum-bum."
"You're cute too," I said. "Turn around and let me see your bum-bum."
She turned and I got a good chance to look at her bum. The poop had settled into the bottom of her diaper. The diaper was visibly drooping between her legs. I poked at it, "is that your load?" She jumped, but I could tell it was her dump. "Sorry, I won't touch it again."
"I hafta go a little bit more. Want to watch?"
"Sure," I said.
She spread her legs again, but this time pointed her bum right at me. I couldn't see much, but there was a little jerk in her pants when the poo broke off and dropped to the bottom of the diaper. I think she wet a little more too.
She turned around and smiled at me. "I'm going to mush it." She knelt down and then as slow as she could she sat down in it. "Mmmm," she said and wiggled her butt a little. Then she got up. Her diaper was clinging to her bum, then the load in her pants stopped clinging to her and plopped into the bottom of her diaper. She sat down again.
"You should try messing your pants. It's really fun. Plus, if you go mess and pee, then you don't have to use the bathroom at all."
"Well, I don't mind going to the bathroom. I think I should go now."
"No. Don't go. I want to see you go in your pants."
"I'm sorry. I'm too embarrassed to BM. I can't."
"Please. For me?" I wanted to, but I was shaking I was so afraid. I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I really had to go. I had had to go when I wet and that was a while ago and my wet diaper was reminding me of my need to poo. I was so nervous. I didn't know what to do. One side of me wanted to poo, but years of toilet training didn't go away overnight even if I was running around in a wet soggy diaper. Pee was one thing, pooping was another.
Finally I gave up. I figured I was chicken and that was it. I pulled the diaper down and sat on the toilet. I went poop quickly. Then I pulled up my diaper. It had cooled a little and it felt funny-more wet and sticky than it did when you just wore it. I hadn't finished peeing, so I finished in my pants. Then I flushed, unlocked the door, and went back to the playroom.
"I'm sorry I tried to make you go in your pants. You can do what you want. I just really want to be your friend and have you have fun. Are we still friends?"
"Yeah, we're still friends," I said, "I'm just nervous. I've had such a great time, but sometimes I just feel so ashamed of myself for walking around peeing in my pants and wearing a diaper like a baby."
There was a moment of silence, then I said "I did go my weewee in my pants."
She giggled and it was ok again. It wasn't very long until her mother got home with Tom, but we had a good time.
We heard the front door being unlocked and as Tom and his mom were walking in, I realized I still wasn't wearing pants, just a wet diaper. "Well, I didn't go BM, but I'm not going to put my pants on."
"Good," she said and then got up and ran downstairs to greet her mom. I followed her and while we were walking down, I noticed that the BM had started to sop through her diaper and there was a large brown stain on her bum. It was funny, tho, I couldn't smell it at all, but I knew it must be really smelly because it was really smushed.
"Hi mom!" she said. I was just quiet and tried to be hard to see. I was probably beet red. I couldn't believe what coming here for the week had done. Three days ago I was a normal kid, now I was standing in front of their mother with nothing but a diaper on and the diaper was sagging so it was obvious I was wet.
"No problems while we were gone?... Good. I see you're both getting along well. I'll get supper. Go on up and play." She turned towards Holly, "and you stinky butt, change those pants before we eat." She and Tom toddled off. "And you Tim, how are you doing?"
"Fine," I said, trying to sound dignified in my diaper. "We had a good time."
"I'm glad. Looks like it was a good idea for me to pick those up," she said, looking at my diaper, "someone needed them."
I blushed like crazy.
"But that's ok, you look cute in it. And I won't tell any of your friends. Go on upstairs." She patted me on my diaper butt and I scampered up the stairs. When I got upstairs, the playroom was empty. I heard the shower. Holly must be washing the poopoo off her. I went into the bedroom. Tom was there sitting on the bed.
I made some small talk about swimming. He said he had a good time. I figured it was time to change, so I undid my diaper and pulled it down. The inside had swollen up and was yellow. I wrapped up the diaper while I stood naked. Then I took out a wipe and cleaned myself off, and then put on another diaper. Tom was watching me, and I was nervous, but I tried to act like it was normal.
"I feel funny. Does your mom mind us not wearing pants. It's like coming down in nothing but your underpants."
"You can do that too if you want, mom doesn't mind."
"No thanks. I think this is bad enough."
Dinner that night was a casserole. Tom and I wore pants over our diapers and Holly wore a skirt over hers. The food was ok. I wet my diaper while we were eating, but I didn't tell anyone and didn't change out of it until before bed.
I woke up the following morning. It was still really early, before 6:00 o'clock and I couldn't hear anyone else awake in the house. Tom had wet himself during the night. I could smell the pee even with his diaper on. He was still asleep, so I turned over and waited for him to wake up. When I got bored from waiting, I tossed around a little hoping he'd wake up. He did.
"Morning Tom." I whispered. He turned over and rubbed his eyes waking up.
"Morning. It's early."
"Yeah. I wanted to talk." "What about." "I wanna know what it feels like to BM." "You mean in your pants?" "Yeah." "Why don't you just go and find out." "I'm afraid to. I'm afraid it will be gross." "It is kinda. I don't do it much. My sister's the one who really likes to mess herself." "So I shouldn't do it." "I didn't say that. It's just hard to clean up."
I knew what I wanted, but I was afraid to ask him. He kept looking at me. I guess he knew I wanted to ask somethin. Finally I got my courage up. "Would you do a BM so I can see what it's like?"
"I don't get it," he said. "You've seen Holly. She's got a brown bum all day long."
"But she's a girl. I dunno. It just seems different."
"Well. OK. I think I have to go anyway. I'll do it now."
Before I could even think about it he got out of bed, pulled down his PJ bottoms, and squatted with his legs spread apart. He strained for a minute and then relaxed and said "Sorry. It's hard to go. Maybe I don't have to go now."
"No. Keep trying."
"OK," he said and closed his eyes again. This time he made a long try, but nothing happened. "I'm sorry. I don't have to go right now. I'll try later and let you know."
I was really disappointed, but if he didn't have to go, he didn't have to go. He got back into bed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I feel like I have to go, but I guess I don't. You know how it is."
"That's ok," I said, "I gotta pee though. Do you mind if I go now."
"No. I woke up in the middle of the night and went."
"Yeah. I can smell it. Even with the diaper on. Hold on." I spread my legs a bit and started to relax my bladder. At first, I tightened up, but then I relaxed all the way and the pee started to flow. Doing it in bed was very different from doing in in your pants while you stand up. I could feel it flow over my crotch and into the seat of my pants. It pooled around my bum and felt really nice and warm. When I finished I snuggled a bit in the diaper to get the feeling of it all over.
"Feel good?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I'm beginning to like this. "You don't have to get up. You can just stay in your warm bed."
We talked and talked about everything. He was pretty cool for a little kid. It was probably a little after seven when he said "I think you're going to get what you want."
He was on his side facing me when he said this. He didn't get up or even pull the covers off of him. He just turned over onto his stomach, stuck his bum up a bit, and spread his legs a bit. He didn't even look like he was straining or anything. He was very still and I couldn't tell what was happening. Then he just said "done."
I pulled the covers over my head and looked in. There was a noticeable bulge in his diaper. More important. I could smell that he had done it. He pulled his head under the covers. "Ooh. Under here, even I can smell myself." He turned over onto his side and the smell became even more strong as he moved.
"What's it like?" I asked.
"My poo? It's a good one. It's nice and solid. I don't like it as much when it's squishy and slippery. I don't know how I can describe it. You're just going to have to find out for yourself."
He held the covers up, and turned over on the his back. He squished it by rubbing his bum back and forth. "Ah. It's been a long time since I made a BM in my pants. It feels better than I remember."
"You don't go much?"
"No, I usually just pee. It's too much trouble to clean up. Do you think you're going to try it?"
I flushed again and I lied "I don't know. Maybe." In my heart, I really wanted to go. I thought about how nice my diaper felt and how protected I felt when I put one on and even more when I went in it.
We talked more under the covers for about an hour then we decided to get up and watch cartoons. I decided I wasn't all that wet and I just went into the playroom with him. My diaper was getting really doughy from the pee soaking into it and it was a little loose from me sleeping in it all night. When I walked it hung down between my legs. Before he sat down, I caught a glimpse of Tom's bum. I could see a bulge in the diaper where his mess was hanging in his pants, but there wasn't the same kind of stain Holly had on her bum.
I sat on the couch and Tom turned on the television and then he plopped into the couch next to me. When he did, there was a strong wiff of what was in his pants. It smelled bad, but I was getting used to it and it was starting to smell better to me. We watched television until his mom called us all to breakfast.
Tom and I got down there first. Tom's mom sat down. She sniffed a little, but didn't say anything else. Holly came down a few minutes later. She was wearing blue pajamas that looked like a genie costume. I could see her diaper underneath the bottoms. As we were finishing up, their mom told us she wanted us to take showers. "Holly's taken a lot of showers, but Tim, you haven't had one since you got here. And Tom needs to clean himself off. I want you two up in the shower"
We went upstairs and he asked if I wanted to watch him change his loaded diaper. I said yeah and he said he thought I wanted to. We went into the bathroom.
He started to undo his diaper. First he shook his bum and I could see the load fall into the seat. He undid the tapes "This is going to smell really bad." After undoing the tapes on both sides, he put his hand under his bottom and lifted it off.
The center of the diaper had a dark sticky mass on it. It didn't look like a BM you have in the toilet. It was just a mush. It smelled a lot. He held it over the toilet upside down. The poo hung there and then dropped off into the bowl. He flushed it and wrapped up the diaper and put it in the diaper genie. "I like baths," he said, "but its gross to get in so I use the shower when I've gone."
He turned his back to me to turn on the shower and I saw the big brown stain on his bum. He stepped in and I could see beneath the shower curtain brown water swirling around.
I went back into the bedroom and sat down. My diaper was getting cold and clammy, especially since I had been standing up. I changed out of it, and sat on my towel thinking about things and waiting for Tom to finish in the shower. I guessed it didn't look that bad to change as long as you had a shower to wash it off. And I wanted to do it, but I was still afraid.
Tom came in and I took my shower. I hadn't gone since before breakfast and I peed in the shower. After I washed up I felt a lot cleaner. I must really have smelled before that!
Tom was in the bedroom wearing nothing but a diaper. "What do you want to do today?" he asked. "I dunno I said. Let me get dressed first." I didn't even think for a second before pulling another blue diaper out of the package. I was getting pretty good at putting them on and it was secure in no time. I grinned at Tom and he grinned back. I decided to not put anything else on and we just stood there in nothing but our diapers. He giggled. I started giggling too. Before long we were laughing hysterically on the floor.
Holly came in to find out what was so funny. She was still wearing her genie pajamas, with a diaper underneath. She started to giggle too, "you two look so cute."
After we got done laughing, we decided to go out and play in the snow. It already seemed natural and I just left my diapers on and put on clothes and my snowsuit over them. We were out all morning. After an hour or so I caught site of Holly standing with her legs spread. An hour after that I was sledding down the hill and felt an arge to go. When the sled came to a stop, I sat and let myself go. During lunch, their mom put our suits in the dryer and we changed (our diapers and our clothes) and by the time lunch was done our snowsuits were dry again and we played all afternoon outside.
After we were finished playing, our clothes were soaked, so we changed out of them. I had wet my pants again during the afternoon. I was getting pretty used to this and it was really nice to not have to take off your snowsuit. I just felt the need when I was at the top of the hill and I just spread my legs and went. I suppose we got so wet that I could have peed in my snowsuit without a diaper on and it wouldn't have made a difference. Their mom told us to change before we got a diaper rash, so we did and hung out in our diapers and tee-shirts.
We ate dinner in our diapers. Tom went pee in his pants during dinner, but nobody noticed until he got up. We went up to watch TV and he changed.
We played for a while and then sat down to watch TV. In the middle of the show, I began to feel a tickling. I still had some trouble wetting while I was sitting down, so I stood up and spread my legs a little and went. When I sat back down, Tom and Holly put their arms around my shoulders. I probably should have changed, but I just sat in it. By the end of the evening, Tom and Holly had wet their diapers too. Holly started to squirm again, but she said she was going to make her BM in the toilet so she wouldn't have to take a shower.
When she came back, it seemed a good time to bring it up. "I want to go BM in my diaper," I said. "I'm going to do it tomorrow."
"That's great!" Holly said! Tom was enthusiastic too. We decided to go to bed so the morning would come that much sooner. By this time, my diaper was cold and soggy, and Tom and I changed before we got into bed.
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