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Equal Treatment

March 30 2004 at 12:26 AM
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EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 1
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My cousins David and Janet were going to be staying
with me for a few days while his parents-my Aunt Linda and
Uncle Ronald-were leaving to go on a vacation to Las Vegas
for a few days. We had met a number of times at family
reunions and other family occasions, but never before had my
cousins stayed with us overnight, much less for a week. One
thing I knew about David was that he had to wear diapers. He
was nine years old, just a year younger than me.
I was curious about his diapers and I wanted to try
wearing one while he was here. I wished I had been more
stubborn about my potty training to get my Mom to keep me in
diapers. I often thought about asking Mom to get me some
diapers, but I was always too afraid to ask. Now with cousin
David coming to visit, I saw this as a great opportunity to
get a hold of some diapers. When he arrived late that Friday
afternoon he was in a pair of overalls. I could hear his
diaper crinkling and crackling underneath. I could see that
there was a little bit of a bulge formed around his behind.
He was shy, but he otherwise acted like any nine-year-old
boy. We played games together and talked about what we had
been doing.
Just before Mom made us dinner she took David into my
bedroom and changed his diaper. I wanted to go in there and
watch, but I could never explain to my mother why I wanted
to be in the room at the same time. I listened from the
outside of my door. I heard the pants go down and the tapes
of his diaper being ripped away. I wasn't satisfied with
just listening, so I peeked through the narrow crack of my
bedroom door which was just slightly open and I could see
what was going on. Mom wadded it up and set it aside before
she got out another diaper from David's bag. I watched her
wipe his tender crotch and rub some lotion all over it
before she pulled the diaper up into his crotch and fasten
up the sides. I could see the white padding bulging from his
crotch as he let Mom finish taping up the diaper.
When David was done getting diapered he hopped down
from my bed and came running towards the door. I backed away
and acted like I was just coming into my room. As he opened
the door I was surprised to see that he did not put his
overalls back on and was only wearing his diaper and his
short, striped shirt. My mother stopped him and asked him if
he felt okay to run around in his diaper in front of me and
my sister Donna. He said that he usually just wore his
diapers around the house and that it was no big deal to
Janet.
"Okay, dear," my mother said to him as she
affectionately patted his rear end. "Whatever you're most
comfortable with."
While everyone else was out in the front room, I went
into my bedroom and closed the door. I found David's bag
sitting on the floor, zipped up again after Mom had gotten
into it. I opened it again and found his supply of diapers,
which took up most of the space in his bag among his shirts,
socks and a pair of swimming trunks.
I couldn't resist the urge to put one on. I pulled one
of the diapers out of the bag and examined it. It felt so
thick and soft in my hands. It was pure white and looked
just like a baby's diaper. I unfolded it and held it around
my body with my shorts still on. Seeing that it would fit
me, especially after I took my shorts and underwear off, I
just had to put it on. I pulled my shorts and my underwear
down. The thought of wearing the diaper made my dick get
stiff, which it always did whenever I watched the boy next
door trotting around in his diapers. I set it down on the
bed and then I sat myself down on top of it. I reached over
to one side and taped the diaper up and then proceeded to do
the same with the other. I stood up and felt it hang around
my body a little loosely. I tried to pull off one of the
tapes to re-fasten the diaper, but these diapers had such
strong tapes that they would have torn the plastic liner and
the diaper would be wasted. Even though the diaper sagged
somewhat, it still went up high in the rear. I didn't want
anyone to notice that I was wearing it, so I put my
underpants back on over the diaper and then put my shorts
on.
I went through the evening without anyone detecting
that I was wearing the diaper, though Donna did detect that
I was acting suspiciously. During dinner she asked me why I
looked so nervous.
"Nothing," I said as I continued eating. The more she
bugged me, the more nervous I became.
"You're up to something, I know it," Donna said.
"I am not!" I shouted. "Leave me alone!"
"Kids!" Mom groaned. "We have guests, so let's get
along at least while they're here!"
Later on we all sat in front of the TV to watch a
movie. David sat on the couch next to me. He sat with his
legs open, revealing the wide crotch of his diaper as well
as his lower butt where the padding had concentrated and
bunched up. I also noticed that there was a set of thin
green-tinted stripes running through the center of his
diaper. I remembered that the stripes on my diaper were
yellow when I put it on.
David later scooted himself forward and I could see the high
rise of his diaper over his butt.
About halfway through the movie I had to pee. I had
just finished off a 32-ounce bottle of soda and it had
already processed in my body and it was ready to come back
out. Not long after the initial indications of a need to
urinate did the feeling become more pronounced. I felt silly
to deliberately pee in my pants while sitting with everyone
around me in the living room. On the other hand, I was
diapered and to go to the bathroom to pee would have
defeated the purpose of wearing (though it felt good to wear
even if I didn't do anything in it.) I decided that David
had enough diapers in his bag that one more wouldn't be
missed, so I would change into another one at bedtime.
The bathroom was also occupied by my sister at the time
I really needed to go, so this just gave me another excuse
to pee in the diaper. Since Donna had gotten up to use the
bathroom, I didn't feel as inhibited to wet in the diaper,
so I let it start to drip into my diaper. It started as a
trickle, coming out in spurts, but then I let the whole
flood pour out. I kept checking my crotch to make sure
nothing was leaking out. David asked me what I was doing. I
just said, "nothing."
"Why do you keep looking down there?"
"I uh, have an itch," I told him. He seemed to be
satisfied with that and he continued watching the movie. I
did detect some leakage into my shorts, but the couch still
felt dry, luckily. I thought I had peed out my whole
bladder, but it continued to spurt out as the movie
continued. With Donna sitting at my side again, I felt more
nervous about having a wet diaper on. I even lost track of
the movie. Donna asked me, "Why aren't you laughing?"
"Oh, uh, ha ha!"
"Aren't you even paying attention?" she asked me.
"Yeah. I am."
"You're acting strange, Eric" my sister said again.
By the time the movie ended it was time for all of us
to go to bed. Mom took David into my room to change him. A
few seconds later she hollered for me and told me to see
her.
"Uh oh," I thought. I had a feeling she had caught me.
I opened the door and stood before her. She was pointing to
the bag, which I had left unzipped.
"I see you've been in David's bag!"
"Sorry, Mom. I--"
"And I know what you were after!" Mom added. "Pull your
shorts down!"
I looked down at them and I could see that the wet spot
had expanded and was quite visible in the cobalt blue fabric
they were made of. I pulled the shorts down and revealed my
underwear hiding the diaper underneath.
"Now remove your underpants!"
I pulled them down and let Mom see that I had on one of
David's diapers.
"Now take that diaper off and put some regular
underpants on!"
"I'm sorry," I said again.
"I'd better not catch you with a diaper on again, you
understand me, young man?"
"Yes, Mom. I just wanted to try wearing one."
"Well now you have! You got your shorts wet, too!"
"Can't I just wear one, just once?" I pleaded.
"You don't need a diaper, Eric!" my Mom said. "These
are expensive, you know!"
I realized that I had lost the battle and conceded.
While Mom proceeded to change Eric into another diaper I
walked over to my underwear drawer and took off the diaper.
I noted that my diaper now had green stripes, too. I then
figured it out that these stripes were a wetness indicator.
I left the diaper on the floor and slipped on a pair of
white briefs. I climbed into my bed and waited for David to
climb in it with me after Mom had him changed. She angrily
picked up my diaper from the floor as she left the room and
turned out the light.
"What were you doing wearing one of my diapers?" David
asked me.
"I just wanted to try one," I answered.
"They are kind of fun to wear," David admitted. "They
make me feel sort of like a baby, and I like how they look,
too, padding up my butt."
"I like that, too," I said. "The kid next door, he's
about five, maybe six. He still wears diapers and sometimes
I watch him play in his yard in his diapers. His parents got
sick of trying to toilet train him. I wish I could have done
that and got my Mom to keep me in diapers."
"I hafta wear `em," David said. "But I don't mind. I
don't mind my sister Janet seeing me in them, either."
After awhile, the conversation between David and me
trailed off. I still couldn't sleep. The temptation to wear
a diaper was overwhelming me. I knew I was risking getting
caught and possible punishment, but I didn't think about the
risks and proceeded to pursue my desire to wear diapers. I
got up and felt around the floor to find David's bag in the
dark. When I got to it I felt for the zipper and slowly
opened it. I reached in and felt the stack of diapers
tightly tucked therein. I pulled one out and set it on the
floor. I stripped my underpants off and sat on the diaper.
My penis was erect again, as I expect it to do. After
fiddling with trying to find the tapes in the dark I gave up
and put my underwear back on. I took the diaper with me and
went into the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the
light on and diapered myself. This time I made sure I put
the diaper on more tightly. It fit more snugly around my
legs. When I stood up, the diaper stayed up high and tight.
I didn't bother putting my underpants back on and just left
the bathroom. I also flushed the toilet to make it sound
like I had a legitimate reason to be in the bathroom.
I slowly walked back to my bedroom to keep the sound of
the diaper down. It would have been my luck for one of the
girls or Mom to be up and on the way to the bathroom, but
fortunately this didn't happen. I crawled back into bed and
felt satisfied to be diapered again. I fell asleep thinking
about how different my life would be if I had been wearing
diapers all this time.
When I woke up the next morning I had to pee, as I
often did upon waking up. I didn't have any problems with
wetting the bed and I was always able to retain my urine
overnight. I remained in bed lying down as I started the
urine flow out of my penis and into the diaper. As I had an
erection, I could feel my warm piss shoot upward towards the
top of the diaper and then rain back down, splashing on my
skin and running down into my crotch. It was such a
pleasant, though inexplicable feeling. I felt somewhat
babyish as I thought of being too helpless to get up and go
to the bathroom.
My ecstasy was abruptly halted when, with no warning,
the bedroom door quickly swung open.
"Eric Tyler Richardson!" my Mom shouted. The full
name-- first, middle and last-- always meant big trouble.
"Shit!" I thought. "How could she have found out?!"
Mom then held in her hand six small blue pieces of
paper. They were the backings from the adhesive tapes of the
diaper I put on overnight! Mom had found them in the
bathroom where I so carelessly left them!
"Get your butt out of bed!" she yelled. She looked down
at the wetness stripes on my diaper and noted that they were
green-colored.
"I see you've already used this one, too!"
Mom turned me around and yanked the diaper off of me. I
watched it descend to the floor, the absorbent materials all
yellowed from my pee. It made a wet, "splotch" sound as it
landed beneath my legs.
My bare behind was now exposed and ready to receive a
spanking. Mom had me bend over while she proceeded to give
me over a dozen hard, hand-delivered hind-heating hits. I
bawled loudly as Mom spanked me. What a way to start a day.
"I told you not to wear those diapers again! Nooooo!
You didn't obey!"
Mom took the diapers out of David's bag and took them
with her to hide somewhere in the house. She came back in
and told me to get dressed and wait for her out in the front
room. Again I walked over to my underwear drawer and put
another pair on. I didn't bother finishing getting dressed
and just went out to the kitchen in my underwear and sat at
the table with the girls.
"So what did Mom spank you for this time?" , Donna
asked me in a mocking voice.
"None of your business!" I said.
"That's okay. Mom will tell me."
Mom came out from my bedroom with David following
behind her, still wearing just a diaper and the white T-
shirt he put on for bed last night.
"So Mom," Donna started, her mouth still stuffed with
cereal. "Why did you spank Eric?"
"This!" she said as she held up the wet diaper that she
ripped off of me. I could tell it was the one I wore from
the rough tears the tapes made when it was removed.
"So *that's* what you've been up to!" Donna said. "He
was acting really funny last night!"
The whole diaper incident screwed up my day. The rest
of the kids were going to go swimming, but I had to stay
home and help Mom with chores as a punishment. This really
bummed me out. I deliberately dragged my feet and goofed off
since I was being punished. Mom didn't like my attitude, but
she was satisfied that I was being detained from going out
and having fun with the others.
Later in the afternoon the others had returned from
their day of fun. Donna bragged to me about all the things I
could have gotten to do had I not tried to wear David's
diapers. Janet handed my mother an extra diaper that wasn't
needed while they were out, but was needed now as I could
smell a strong odor from David. My mother immediately took
him into my bedroom and put the diaper on him. When he came
out, he just had on a diaper and a shirt and remained
dressed that way for the rest of the evening.
David got one more diaper change before he and I went
to bed. I saw Mom go into her bedroom to get a diaper for
David. At least I knew which room his diapers were in, but
Mom's room was absolutely off limits, and she was about to
go in there herself to go to bed for the night. I didn't
know what to do. I felt like I had immediately become hooked
on wearing diapers. It drove me crazy to hear David's diaper
crinkling as he moved around in the bed. I asked David if he
had any other diapers with him that my mother didn't stash
away.
"Nope," he said. "Unless you want to dig one out of the
trash, one that's full of poop."
I appreciated his suggestion, but I decided to pass on
wearing a diaper that had been already used. He was joking
anyway.
"Why do you want to wear diapers so much anyway?" he
asked.
"Same reason you like to wear them."
"Yeah, but you see, I have to wear them," he said.
"But in a way I'm glad I do because of how they make me
feel."
I think they're fun to wear," I said. "I just wish my
Mom would let me."
"Let's go buy you some tomorrow," he suggested.
It seemed like a good idea, but I didn't know how I
would deal with the embarrassment of buying diapers in a
store.
"I'll buy them for you," he offered.
"Really!" I said. I was so excited that I sat back up.
The thought of getting diapers made me get hard.
"Of course you have to pay for them. Got any money?"
"Oh yeah. I've been saving most of my allowance."
"Where's the nearest medical supply store?" he asked.
"I dunno. I was just gonna get some Goodnites at the
supermarket."
"You want what I got on?" he asked me.
"Sure, if I can get `em," I answered.
"These are lots thicker!" he said with emphasis. Just
thinking about wearing them made my penis so stiff! There
was only so much I could do with my hard-on for being only
ten years old, though.
I could hardly wait until tomorrow.
EQUAL TREATMENT: PART 2
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The first thing I thought about upon waking up the next
morning was getting some diapers of my own. Since Mom had to
be at work, she woke David up early to change his diaper. As
I lied in bed pretending to be asleep I enjoyed watching my
Mom as she had David lie on the floor to change his diaper.
The tapes were ripped away loudly and as the diaper was
removed I could see how heavily David flooded it. The entire
front and crotch were tinted a deep yellow. I secretly
enjoyed having an erection as I watched Mom clean David up
and wrap a fresh, wonderfully thick white pad around his
loins and tape up the sides. I envied David for this
treatment and I wished I could be treated equally.
"I won't be home until late this afternoon, and the
girls will be gone most of the day," I heard my Mom tell
David. "Can you change your own diapers okay?"
"If I have to, I can," he answered. "But I kinda like
it better when someone else does it," he said, trying to
repress a smile. Mom smiled back at him and patted him on
his rear, thickly padded by the high-rising diaper.
Everything was perfect for David and I to pull off what
we had planned. Donna and Janet were gone for the day and
Mom was stuck at work. We would have plenty of time to
complete our mission. David helped me look up "medical
supplies" in the phone book and he asked me which of the
places listed was the closest. The nearest one was almost a
mile away! I wanted diapers! I was willing to do anything to
get some! I decided that it was worth the trouble. Just to
make sure the store sold the kind of diapers David wore, he
called them and made sure they carried them, and they did!
After he inquired about the price I decided to part with
enough of my savings for him to buy me just one package. I
wanted two packages, but the diapers were more expensive
than I expected.
David put on his overalls before we left and we headed
out of the neighborhood towards downtown. As I had only one
bike and that Donna's bike was too big-- and girlish-- we
decided to walk instead. Once we got to the store I waited
outside while David went in to get the diapers. When he came
back out he handed me the bag which was bulging from the
large size of the package that contained twenty diapers! I
looked in the bag and felt myself get really excited as I
anticipated putting one on when I got back.
"Let's get home!" I exclaimed. I couldn't wait until we
got back, although I was hungry, too, and I did have enough
money left over to buy David and I some lunch at McDonald's.
I felt silly about carrying a bag of diapers with me as
we went inside, but it was a plain paper bag and I figured
nobody would suspect what was inside of it. After David and
I got our food we sat down and began eating. While I was in
mid-bite of my cheeseburger I looked up to the front counter
and saw Donna and Janet placing their order!
"Damn!" I said with a mouth full of meat, cheese and
bread.
"What's wrong?" David asked me.
"Don't look now, but the girls are here!"
"You mean, Janet and Donna?"
"Yes! Let's get out of here before they see us!"
David turned his head to look.
"No! Don't look at `em!" I said. "Grab your food and
leave!"
We tried to make a quick, graceful exit, but it was too
late. Donna turned around and saw us getting up from our
table. In one hand I had a half-eaten cheeseburger, fries
spilling out of their bag and a drink wedged in between my
arm and my body whose lid had popped off and allowed soda to
spill onto me. In my other hand was the large bag that
contained my purchase of diapers. The girls were approaching
our table. There was no point trying to avoid them. They
greeted us and took their seats at our table.
"Where are you guys going in such a hurry?" she asked.
"Uh, nowhere," I said. "We just wanted to get going."
Donna looked at the large bag in my other hand.
"Doing some shopping, I see," she said.
"Yeah, so?"
."What did you get?" she asked me.
"Nothing," I answered.
"Ahh! You don't want me to know! I'm gonna take a
peak!"
"No!" I exclaimed. Donna had reached for the bag and
tried to grab it from my hand. As I pulled the bag away from
her it started to tear, revealing the large, white package
of diapers! Donna started laughing at me.
"You bought DIAPERS?" she asked, making sure the others
in the restaurant could hear her.
"No, these are David's," I said.
"Mom gave you more than enough diapers, David," Janet
said to her brother. "I don't see why you bought more."
"I know why!" Donna giggled while stuffing french fries
into her mouth.
I was too embarrassed and I decided to leave at that
point. My food had gotten too cold, so I threw it out and
carried my drink with me, along with a torn bag that
contained my diapers. On the way home I said to David, "you
might as well take these diapers. I'm gonna get in trouble
for having them!"
"I can take `em back for you," David offered.
"Nah," I said.
"You still want `em?"
"Of course, but, shit! Donna knows I have them!"
"So tell her you took them back, then just keep them
hidden."
"Good idea," I said.
After we got home I immediately opened the diaper
package and took one of them out. It felt so good and soft
in my hands, and I couldn't believe how thick it was, too! I
wanted to put it on right away and enjoy it while David and
I had the house to ourselves. I took my shorts off and then
my underwear. My dick became hard as I anticipated the feel
of the diaper. David watched me as I tried to pull it up
into my own crotch and fasten the tapes.
"Here, lemme help you," David said. "I can put it on
better."
I hesitated as I thought about having someone else put
a diaper on me. It seemed silly, but exciting, so I agreed
to let David diaper me. He had me lie on the bed as I
watched him take the diaper and slide it beneath me. I felt
even sillier now with my dick sticking straight up right in
front of him, but I figured he expected it, and he was a
boy, too, so it didn't matter that he saw my privates. He
pulled the diaper over my stomach and then brought up the
sides to tape them up. He pulled them very tight and told me
he was finished. I looked down at the diaper bulging out
from my crotch. I ran my hands all over it and felt my butt
all padded up.
"You like it?" David asked me as he could see I was
very excited about wearing it.
"I love it!" I said.
"Can you do me a favor?" David asked me.
"Yeah, what?"
"I need to be changed."
I had never changed someone else's diaper before and I
felt awkward about doing this for him.
"I'm only wet," he said. "I'll poop for your Mom
later!" he smiled. I told him I would go ahead and change
him. He took off his overalls and set them aside. He stood
before me in a very wet diaper. The front of it had expanded
so much from all the pee it had taken in. He got on my bed
and waited for me to release the tapes. I reached around his
sides and pulled the tapes off. As I pulled the wet diaper
away from him I could feel its weight from all the piss it
contained. David lied before me with his little, but erect
penis and balls right in front of my face along with his
butthole. I could smell his stale urine wafting up in my
face. I was glad that he had only peed in his diaper.
Before I put a dry diaper on David, he told me to grab
the wipes that were sitting on top of my dresser. He told me
to wipe his entire crotch and his genitals. I couldn't
believe I was doing this, but in a strange way it excited
me. I could tell David liked getting his peter and his nuts
rubbed by the wipes. He asked me to do it some more, so I
continued to rub it around his soft, tender skin. Next, he
had me rub the lotion over his small genitals.
"Okay, now you can diaper me," he instructed. I took
another one of the diapers out of the bag and placed it
beneath David's bum. I slowly pulled the front of the diaper
up over his stomach and completely covered it past his belly
button. I brought the sides together and taped them up as
tightly as possible.
"Good job!" David complimented me. I looked at him as
he lied there with his legs still up in the air and his
crotch padded up. I admired the diapering job I did on him.
He got up from my bed and turned around and bent over to get
a few things out of his bag. His butt stuck out so
prominently all diapered up, and it excited me to know that
I was the one that put it on him.
I had to find a good place to hide my diapers. The
package was so big and bulky. My closet was so full of other
stuff, and it seemed like too obvious of a place to hide
diapers. I decided to stash them between the mattresses of
my bed. I took the remaining diapers out of the package and
laid each one of them flat on the lower mattress while David
held it up for me. We then discarded the outer packaging as
well as the paper bag and the wet diaper that David had been
wearing. I carried it out to the garage and stuffed it deep
down into the bottom of the garbage can.
For the rest of the afternoon David and I played around
the house in nothing but our diapers and shirts. When the
girls got home I would have to quickly run to my room and
put my shorts on. Since Mom had us keep the door locked when
we were home by ourselves, I would have a few seconds of
warning while they opened the door. At about mid-afternoon I
had to pee. I completely ignored the very thought of getting
up and going into the bathroom as I joyously pissed freely
into the diaper and watched the wetness stripes turn green.
After sitting around in wet diapers for a few minutes I
asked David if he could change me.
"You gotta get used to wearing them wet for awhile," he
advised me. "A couple of nice, red rashes ought to help
break you in to this diaper wearing thing! Besides, you want
`em to last while."
"You're right," I agreed. Later on I had to pee again
after having drank another 32-ounce bottle of soda. I wasn't
sure how much more the diaper could take. David assured me
that they could hold a lot, so I trusted him as I let out
another deluge. I watched the front of the diaper expand
some more. As my dick had become hard again it was pointing
straight up and my pee was soaking into the upper portion of
the diaper. I ran my hand over the front of the diaper and I
could feel the warmth from my pee and the squishing gels of
the absorbent materials.
"Now you probably need a change," David said. We got up
and went into my room so I could be changed. I hopped up on
the bed and lied down with my legs up and apart as David
pulled away the tapes and took the diaper off of me. I felt
the cool draft blowing onto my wet crotch. I asked David if
he was going to wipe me and rub on some lotion.
"Of course," he said. "You'll probably get a rash
anyway, but this will at least help."
He pulled out one of the wipes and ran it around my
crotch. It felt so good and it maintained my erection at its
full stiffness.
"That feels good," I said. Since David knew how good it
felt when someone wiped his genitals, he kept it up for
awhile, knowing that I was enjoying it. Next came the cool,
soothing lotion with its sweet scent. How lucky I thought
David was to get this sort of treatment every day!
"Okay, I'm ready for another diaper," I said. I
realized that I had to get off of my bed in order to get to
one of the diapers I stashed underneath the mattress. Once I
retrieved a diaper I got back up on the bed and let David
put it on me. I looked forward to going around in just a
diaper for awhile longer, but just as David was pulling the
diaper up tight over my stomach, Outside of the house I
heard the girls giggling and a key working its way into the
front door.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "They're here!"
Quickly, I got up and pulled my shorts on over the
diaper. It was so thick that my shorts could barely fit over
it. There was also a wet diaper lying on the floor of my
room. The girls were already in the house, so I would have
to hide it somewhere in my room and discard it later. Out of
desperation I threw it in my hamper just to get it out of
sight, and just in time as Donna charged into my room,
probably hoping to catch me in a diaper.
"Hello, boys," Donna greeted. I stood before her
feeling nervous.
"Uh, hi," I replied.
"What are so nervous about? Could it be that you bought
some DIAPERS today?"
"No!" I said. "I mean, I took `em back!"
"Yeah, right! You'd probably be more embarrassed to
take them back than to buy them in the first place!"
"Honest! I took them back because I knew you'd tell Mom
and I'd get in trouble!"
Donna wasn't about to give up. She knew she had caught
me in a lie and was determined to find the diapers that I
still had in my possession. She looked at Janet and said,
"how much you wanna bet he's got one on right now?"
"I'm not wearing one!" I said. I tried to leave my
room, but the girls stood at the doorway and blocked it.
"Where are you going?" Donna asked me.
"To the bathroom!" I told them.
"What for? You have a diaper on, don't you!"
"No, I don't!"
"Then what are you trying to hide from us? Your
underwear? Not like I haven't seen that plenty of times!"
"Let me out!" I demanded, trying to push past Donna and
Janet. While I was struggling with Donna she put her hand on
the front of my shorts and felt the diaper underneath. They
were making that incriminating, telltale crinkling sound.
"What's this I feel?" she asked. She then wrestled me
to the floor and had me pinned down while she told Janet to
yank my shorts down. I tried to fight my way out from
underneath her, but she was a big girl and stronger than I
was. Meanwhile, Janet had pulled my shorts down and it was
revealed that I had a diaper on.
"Just as we thought!" Donna said. "You lied to us! You
said they were for David, then you said you took them back!
I knew it all along!"
"Let go of me!" I shouted. I couldn't even kick my feet
with my shorts at my ankles.
"No!" Donna insisted. "Take his shorts off, Janet!"
Janet pulled my shorts the rest of the way off of me
and left me lying there in the diaper that David put on me.
I tried to writhe myself away from Donna, but the weight of
her body alone was enough to keep me down.
"Grab his pants! They're hanging in the closet!" Donna
told Janet. David was just sitting there on the bed watching
everything. There was nothing he or I could do. The girls
had the upper hand on me as Janet went through my closet and
took all my pants out. She also found my shorts and took
them.
"Go hide them somewhere!" Donna said
"Let me go!" I cried once more.
"In a minute, diaper boy!" Donna said.
Janet came back a couple minutes later and said,
"that's done! Now what do we do to him?"
"Think I should let him up?" Donna asked Janet.
"Sure! He can't go anywhere without any pants to wear!"
Finally, Donna got up off of me and set me free.
"What did you do with my pants?" I asked Janet.
"I'm not telling!" Janet replied adamantly.
"Show us where those diapers are!" Donna demanded.
"No!"
"Okay, I guess you don't get your pants back, little
brother!"
"What do you mean?"
"You show us where those diapers are and we'll let you
have your pants back," Donna told me.
I didn't know what else to do, so David got off of my
bed so I could lift the mattress and show Donna the diapers
I stashed away.
"Here! You happy? Now gimme my pants!"
"No!" Donna said.
"You said you'd give them back!" I pouted. "I want `em
back!"
"I lied, just like you lied to me, so, you're still not
getting them back!"
I spent the rest of the afternoon looking around the
house for my pants. They were nowhere to be found. I knew
Mom would flip when she came home and saw me in a diaper. I
couldn't do anything about it unless I found my pants! I
begged Donna to give them back, but she was not about to
give in. David helped me look, but his efforts proved to be
futile. By the time I heard Mom come home I knew it was too
late and the minute she came in the door, I was going to get
it.
I sat down at the kitchen table hoping she wouldn't
notice that I was wearing a diaper. She came in the door
carrying some grocery bags.
"Eric! Help me bring these groceries in!" Mom told me.
"Well I..."
"Get your butt out of that chair and come help me!" Mom
demanded. She stared at me and asked, "is there something
wrong, Eric?"
"Yeah," I said. I knew sooner or later Mom would find
out, so I decided to get it over with and let her see the
diaper I was wearing.
"What are you doing in a diaper again?" Mom confronted
me.
"Mom! I can explain! I'm sorry! I--"
Mom picked me up from the chair and dragged me into my
bedroom, swatting my behind all the way. She threw me onto
my bed and told me not to come out until dinner was ready.
"Mom! Lemme explain!" I cried. Mom didn't pay any
attention as she slammed my bedroom door behind her. I lied
there on my bed and cried out my frustrations. I was mad as
hell as Donna for getting me into trouble. I was screaming,
"I hate you, Donna!" I wanted to get her attention, but
neither she nor Mom nor anyone seemed to care that I was
throwing a big temper tantrum. A few minutes later she came
back into my room and told me that there were no diapers
unaccounted for since she was keeping a close count on
David's supply.
"So where did you get that diaper?"
"I bought some," I sobbed.
"Show me where they are," Mom told me. I got up and
lifted the mattress and showed her my supply.
"Eric, I don't know why you want to wear these diapers
so badly, but I just can't allow such behavior. Give me
those diapers."
"Can I have just one to wear to bed tonight?" I asked.
"No. You gotta get over this obsession. I'm beginning
to worry about you."
I hated to watch Mom take the diapers from underneath
my bed and re-stack them. I asked her what she was going to
do with them.
"I'll send them home with David since he needs them.
Now take that diaper off. Why aren't you any wearing any
pants or shorts?
"Donna took them away from me!" I cried. "She won't
give them back!"
"How did she get a hold of them?" Mom asked me.
I finally got Mom to listen to me as I explained what
had happened earlier this afternoon. Mom left the room and
told me to have the diaper off by the time she got back. In
the meantime, I heard Mom scold Donna and demand that she
give me my pants back. A few minutes later Donna came back
into my room with my pants, though at this point I didn't
care whether or not I had them to wear. I had taken the
diaper off and slipped on a pair of underpants and just wore
them around for the rest of the evening while David went
around in just a diaper as usual.
I was beginning to resent David. It was one thing for
David to wear diapers out of necessity, but what bothered me
was that Mom didn't seem to mind that he went around in his
diapers most of the time. Perhaps seeing David go around in
a diaper didn't seem to be much different to Mom than it did
for me going around in my underwear. I just wished my Mom
understood my feelings and would just let me wear diapers
around the house. I was even willing to tell her I wouldn't
pee or poop in them, I just wanted to have them on to feel
their thick softness and enjoy the way they looked. Nothing
would convince my mother to allow me to wear diapers.
While David and I were lying in my bed that night,
David spoke up and offered a suggestion so I would feel like
I was wearing a diaper.
"You know what my friend does?" David started. "He
takes his underwear, and he put on about nine or ten pairs--
sometimes more-- and then he says it makes him look and feel
like he's wearing a diaper. You ever thought about that?"
"Why didn't I think of that?!" I thought. I let David
talk about it some more.
"And he wears some of them backwards so that the fly is
on his butt and it makes it thicker back there!"
"Does he do anything in them? You know, pissing and
shitting in them?"
"He keeps some of his older underwear and puts those on
first and he poops in those, but he hadn't tried pissing in
them since he found out they still leak."
I listened to David as he talked about his friend some
more. Like me, his friend had to keep it a secret from his
parents after they wouldn't let him wear diapers, either. I
figured the idea sounded so good and it should work for me,
too. I was so excited about it and I was busy stroking my
hard-on underneath the sheets, trying to keep my hand motion
to a minimum so David wouldn't know that I was doing it.
I acted on David's idea and jumped out of bed and
turned the light on. I went over to my underwear drawer and
started putting on one pair of briefs over another. David
watched me as I kept adding more thickness to my makeshift
diaper with each pair I put on. By the time I had eight
pairs on he told me, "that's good."
"But I want it really thick!" I said as loudly as I
could without being heard in my sister's room next door.
"This feels really good!"
"You look like you're in a diaper," David pointed out.
"You oughta see your butt."
I didn't have a mirror in my room, so I went across the
hallway into the bathroom to take a look at myself in my
"diaper." I had to stand up on the edge of the tub and look
in the mirror above the sink to see what I looked like. I
really looked and felt diapered. I turned around and looked
behind me to see what my butt looked like. I agreed that it
looked a lot like a diaper, a diaper with two blue stripes
running around the top of it, but a diaper. I flushed the
toilet when I left the bathroom, again to make others who
may have been awake think I was really using the bathroom.
When I returned to my bedroom I asked David to get up just
so I could look at him in his diaper. I just had to visually
remind myself of how cute he looked with such a thick
diaper on his behind. I figured I at least looked somewhat
like him.
Before I turned out the light and went to sleep, David
reminded me and advised me not to try peeing in my
underwear.
"Just enjoy the feeling of them," he said as I turned
out the light and climbed into bed.
For the next few days I went around wearing several
pairs of briefs underneath my shorts. I had to limit myself
to about six pairs as my shorts would not fit over anything
thicker and I had to be careful not to let the extra bulk
show through my shorts. It felt good just to have that
padded feeling and I kept thinking that I was wearing a
diaper. The hardest part of it all was not trying to keep it
a secret from the girls and my mother, but because I
constantly dealt with the temptation to do something in
them. Having that padded-up feeling was only half of the
pleasure I sought in wearing diapers. The other half of the
pleasure was the physical and mental enjoyment of
deliberately peeing and pooping in a diaper.
It was David and Janet's last night to be staying with
us before their parents would return from their vacation the
next day to pick them up. David was freshly changed and
running around in his diaper long before bedtime as always.
Tonight he was pooping excessively as he had diarrhea. Each
time he had to poop he really loaded up his diaper enough
that I could see it bulging from his butt. Some of it even
leaked out of his diaper and ran down his leg. He required
two more diaper changes before he and I were sent to bed.
I needed to poop really bad myself as I lied in bed.
After seeing how David used his diapers for pooping so much
tonight, the temptation to poop in my "diaper" was too great
to ignore. It was our last night together for who knows how
long, and I wanted to share this joyful moment with David.
"You're gonna really do it?" David asked me, acting
somewhat surprised, yet excited.
"Either that, or I get up and go to the toilet," I
said. I felt nervous for a moment, but the anticipation of
dumping a large, stinky load into my thickened underpants
gave me such a rush unlike any other I had experienced. My
hard-on was so big I thought my dick would burst in my
underpants!
"Here goes," I said as I lifted up my legs and slowly
released my crap into my underwear. I started out with a
small stool that spread as it exited my butt and disbursed
itself in the tight confinement between my ass and my
underpants. Then came the bulk of the bowel movement.
Several more larger logs came out of my butt and had little
place to go except for into my underpants. The dozen or so
layers of cotton I was wearing kept the mess tightly
contained. When I was done pooping I felt a big, squishy
pile of warm shit clinging to my entire rear end. I felt so
naughty! I kept thinking about how much of a little boy I
still was! David cheered me on and congratulated me for
messing in my underpants.
Reality then set back in and all the excitement of my
naughty behavior disappeared as I realized that I now had to
clean myself up and get rid of the evidence of my behavior.
The entire room stank from my fresh shit, and there was
little I could do about it at 11:00 at night. I had to wait
and lie in my bed wearing heavily soiled underpants until
everyone had gone to bed before I could get up and clean
myself up. It was after midnight before I saw the last light
go out in the front room. At that time I got up and closed
my door and then turned on the light. I pulled my underpants
down to survey the damage. I looked down at the huge brown
pile of poop in the seat of my underpants. I pulled this
pair out from the rest of the bunch and set it aside. David
was looking at it, but he was by no means shocked or
surprised as he had seen his own messy diapers thousands of
times. The next few pairs were also soaked from the poopy
juices that came out with my bowel movement, but at least
they were salvageable. I pulled another pair out of the
bunch that I had been wearing and put it on over my messy
butt. I kicked the remaining bunch of underpants underneath
my bed to get them out of sight. I needed to get rid of the
first pair of underpants that suffered the worst soiling
damage. My plan was to take it out to the garage to throw it
away. The garage already smelled bad from all of David's
diapers, so I didn't think my Mom would notice the addition
of my crap-filled underpants to the garbage.
I slowly opened the door that led from the kitchen to
the garage and closed it behind me. Everything was so dark
and I couldn't see a thing. I groped around to find the
light switch. While I was navigating through the blackness I
walked into the garbage can and knocked its metal lid onto
the concrete floor of the garage.
>>>CRASH!<<<
"Shit!" I thought. At least I had found the garbage
can. I quickly tossed my dirty briefs into the container. I
didn't bother with putting the lid back on. I closed the
door behind me as I scurried through the kitchen and tried
to hurry back to my room before anybody got up to find out
what that loud clanging noise was all about. It was too late
as my mother had gotten up to investigate the noise. She
turned the hall light on and caught me standing there in my
white briefs that were at least clean from the front side.
"Eric! What are you doing up?"
Think quickly. Very quickly.
"I, uh, I thought I heard a noise, but, but it's all
right now, I think!"
I kept my rear end away from Mom's view as I knew she
would see the heavy poop stains in my underwear. This wasn't
enough to keep her from suspecting what I had done as she
asked me what smelled so bad.
"Uh, David's diapers, maybe?" I choked.
"Turn around!" Mom ordered.
My mother saw my filthy behind and she immediately took
me into the bathroom with her without saying another word at
that point. This was it. I knew my mother would go totally
ballistic now. She threw me into the bathtub, literally
threw me. My body hit the tile wall behind the bathtub.
"Get yourself cleaned up!" she yelled. I turned the
water on in the bathtub and started adjusting the
temperature until my Mom slapped my hand away from the
knobs.
"Never mind the hot water!" my Mom yelled. "You're in
plenty of it as it is!"
Mom stood and watched me as I let the cold water spray
off the poop from my rear end. I felt so embarrassed as not
only my mother, but also David and the girls were now
watching as my Mom had left the bathroom door open. Here I
was standing naked in the bathtub with lukewarm water
spraying off bits and pieces of poop. After Mom thought that
I was clean enough she pulled me back out of the tub and
turned the water off.
"You kids had better go to bed," she said. "This is
going to get really ugly!"
Mom then shut the bathroom door and locked it. She put
the toilet lid down and sat down on it. She then grabbed my
dripping wet body and put me between her knees and told me
to bend over. Up to this point I thought I had escaped
getting a spanking, but my mother said, "I'm not about to
spank a poopy bottom!" She held one of my hands behind my
back while she used her other hand to spank me. And spank me
she did! After the initial strike of her hand came down I
started crying. Her spanking increased in intensity and
frequency and my weak whimpering escalated into loud
screaming and pleading for her to stop, but she didn't. The
sound of her hand striking my butt over and over echoed
through the bathroom as did my desperate howling for mercy I
thought about how David and the girls could hear Mom
punishing me for pooping in my underpants. My loud cries
were eventually reduced again to a hoarse whimper as I
couldn't scream with a hoarse voice. I couldn't take any
more of the pain, but Mom kept spanking me for several more
minutes. Finally, it stopped! Mom released me from between
her clamping knees, but she didn't let go of my hand. She
led me into her bedroom and told me to lie down on her bed.
My rear end was stinging with a lingering swelling
sensation. I tried to rub it to alleviate the pain, but
touching it only made it hurt more. My vision was blurred
from the stream of tears that were still pouring out from my
eyes. I watched Mom walk over to her closet to retrieve one
of the diapers she had confiscated from me earlier. She
walked back over to me while carrying the large, white
diaper. Before she put the diaper on, she said, "I've given
up on you, Eric! If this is your way of telling me you want
to wear diapers, then so be it!"
Mom unfolded the diaper and spread it out in front of
my naked genitals and rear end.
"Lift your butt!" she yelled at me. She put the diaper
underneath me and then she wrapped it over my front. In
spite of feeling my butt burning intensely, I still had an
erection while Mom was diapering me. She pulled it up in the
back and then as tightly as she could she taped up the
sides. When she was done she dismissed me from her room and
told me to go straight to bed.
"We'll talk about this in the morning when-- or if--
I'm in a better mood!" Those were Mom's last words before
she turned out the light and slammed my bedroom door shut.
"Well, you got you asked for, Eric," David said. "Now
it looks like you'll be wearing diapers from now on."

After what seemed like a long, sleepless night, Mom
came in early to wake both David and me. She changed David's
diaper first. He had wet his diaper heavily again, evidenced
by the prominent deposit of urine in the front half of his
diaper. He was also still producing loose bowel movements
and the back of his diaper was filled with a large deposit
of poop that spread up into the crotch. Things didn't seem
to be the same this morning as I watched Mom go to work on
changing David's diaper. Now that I was getting what I
wanted-- wearing diapers-- it didn't seem to feel the way I
anticipated beforehand. The loving, caring element was
missing. This was punishment.
Mom came over to me and looked at the wetness detector
stripes on the front of my diaper. They were still yellow,
indicating that the diaper was still dry.
"Haven't used it yet, I see," Mom said. She told me to
get up and turn around so she could examine my butt. The
stripes likewise were yellow and there was nothing deposited
in the back of my diapers yet. She then turned away from me
and went to my closet. My pants were still on the floor of
the closet in the same stack they were in when I got them
back from Donna. This time Mom was confiscating my pants and
shorts.
"How convenient for Donna to have gathered up all your
pants for me!" Mom said as she picked up the stack. "I
assume this is all you have."
Mom carried my jeans and my shorts out of the room with
her. I asked her what she was doing with them.
"Donating them to a needy family; you won't be needing
them anymore!"
I got up and followed Mom out to the garage. She opened
the door and saw the lid still lying on the floor next to
it. She looked inside the garbage can and saw my heavily
soiled briefs sitting on top of a pile of wet and soiled
diapers from David.
"I'd better get used to that smell," Mom groaned as she
walked over to the car and opened its trunk. She threw in
all of my pants and shorts and left it open. She stormed
back into the house and returned to my room. She walked over
to my underwear drawer and saw that it was noticeably
emptier.
"Where are your underpants?" she demanded. She then
slammed the drawer shut and said, "aww, never mind! We'll
take care of those later! I'm going to be late for work!
Have Donna change your diaper when you need her to."
"But Mom, I can change it myself," I said.
"Yes, but you won't! Donna will make sure you don't!
We'll discuss this more when I get home!"
After Mom left for work, Donna came up to me holding a
diaper in her hand.
"Need a change, diaper boy?" she asked. She looked down
at my front and looked at the wetness stripes. I didn't say
anything.
"Not yet," she said as she ran her hand over the front
of my diaper. "I'll check you later."
At about mid-morning I needed to pee and poop again.
Donna and Janet kept a close watch on me to make sure I
didn't try taking my diaper off. I felt like I was coming
down with a case of the shits myself. I quickly loaded my
diaper and the poop filled the entire seat, even with its
extra capacity created by its high rise. At the same time I
peed heavily into the diaper.
Donna looked down at me sitting on the floor and looked
at the stripes which had turned green.
"Now it looks like I should change you," she said. "She
examined my rear end and could tell by sight and by smell
that I pooped my diapers. She hesitated at the thought of
having to deal with a soiled diaper. Likewise, I hesitated
at the thought of exposing my genitalia to Donna, not that
she hadn't seen me naked before, but I felt awkward letting
her see my-well-- private parts.
"Do I have to change him now?" Donna asked. Janet,
though it was meant to be more of a rhetorical question.
"He stinks bad enough with his diaper still on!"
"Just wait until you take his diaper off!" Janet warned
her.
"I suppose I'd better get used to it, changing my ten-
year-old brother's poopy diapers!"
"You will," Janet assured her. "You will get used to
it!"
Donna decided that the living room floor was just as
good of place as any to perform her first diaper change on
me. Janet guided her through the process, but she made Donna
do all the work since she would have to learn how to do it
by herself. Donna started with telling me to get on my back
and lift my legs up and spread them apart.
"Here goes," Donna said as she reached around to one
side of me and removed the tapes. She was surprised at how
strong of a hold the tapes had on the diaper. When she had
the tapes undone she slowly pulled away the diaper from
underneath me. She fanned her face and held her nose as the
fumes from my crap-coated derriere filled the air around
her. My entire butt and crotch were smothered in shit, all
the way past my balls.
"Eric, you really stink!" she exclaimed, still holding
her nostrils shut.
"It's a lot easier to change him with both hands,"
Janet said, hinting to Donna that she should let go of her
nose and get accustomed to the odor.
"Now you get to wipe him up!" Janet coached Donna. She
was handed a container of wipes. Donna winced as she ran her
hand into the poop goop between my legs.
"This is so disgusting!" she remarked. "Why do you
do these things, Eric? I just don't understand it!"
After the excess poop was wiped away from my behind
Donna started wiping with longer and stronger passes with
her hand. She then rubbed the cool, thick lotion over my
crotch and my nuts. The wiping and rubbing sensations gave
me an erection.
"You like this, I see," Donna commented as she watched
my penis rise from its formerly limp state. My penis
stiffened even more as I watched Donna prepare the diaper
for wrapping it around my bum. She giggled as she looked
down at my boner sticking straight up. She had me lift up my
butt so she could slide the diaper underneath me. She pulled
the diaper far up into my crotch and covered my entire
stomach with the front of the diaper. The back of the diaper
went up well past my waist in the rear and assured plenty of
capacity. Donna brought the tapes together very tightly.
When she was done, she said, "that wasn't so bad. In fact,
it was kind of fun! Just the smell..."
Donna wadded up the used diaper and took it out to the
garbage. While she was out there she got a good look at my
soiled underwear that was still sitting in there, waiting to
go out with tomorrow's trash. It wasn't even an hour later
when I pooped in the diaper again. Donna checked me and
said, "already?"
"I think Eric's got the shits," Janet said.
"Wonderful," Donna groaned. "I'm not going to keep
changing him all day!"
"So don't!" Janet said. "Let him get used to wearing a
poopy diaper for awhile. You can't always be around to
change him!"
"That's true," Donna said. The girls ignored my need
for a diaper change and went about their business. About an
hour later Donna left to pick up some lunch for us. Janet
stayed behind to baby-sit David and me. Janet could see that
I was uncomfortable from wearing a shitty diaper for the
last couple hours. David also needed a change as he pooped
up his diaper, so she decided to change both of us at the
same time. I watched her remove David's diaper and enjoyed
the anticipation of getting the same treatment. When it came
to be my turn, however, embarrassment took over my pleasant
feelings. Perhaps it was because it was now my cousin who
was performing the diaper change and she had never seen me
in such a compromising position. Janet sensed my discomfort
and embarrassment on my face as she worked at undoing the
tapes.
"Relax, Eric," Janet said. "Remember that I've been
changing David's diapers for a long time and I've seen his
privates plenty of times. Plus, I've wiped his messy butt a
lot, so you're no different than he is."
Janet proceeded with the diaper change. She had the
tightly-fitting poop-filled diaper off of my waist and I
could feel the cool air blowing against my wet skin. She
wiped away the heavy load of shit and expended several wipes
to do it. She quickly ran the lotion over my boy area and
the inevitable erection returned. My dick was sticking
straight up as I watched Janet pull the diaper over the
front of me. She too, let out a slight giggle as she looked
at my hard-on before she covered it up with the diaper and
fastened up the tapes.
Shortly after my diaper change, Donna returned with
lunch. David and I each received another diaper change from
our respective sisters as we both kept filling up our
diapers with liquid poop. It didn't bother Janet, of course,
being the seasoned veteran diaper changer she was, but for
my sister Donna it presented her a difficult challenge, but
also an opportunity to get used to changing my diapers in
the worst of conditions. I gave her her money's worth, so to
speak.
Mom came home from work and saw that I was going around
in my diapers as she expected me to do. She asked Donna how
her newly acquired chore of changing diapers was going.
"Eric's got diarrhea!" she said.
"That's good. It gives you more of a chance to
practice, but I wouldn't get too accustomed to those
disposable diapers he's wearing."
"What do you mean?" Donna asked Mom. I was wondering
the same thing. Mom went out to the car and returned with a
big, fluffy armload of cotton diapers, a pair of plastic
pants, and a set of safety pins.
"There was a reason I got rid of Eric's pants and
shorts today," Mom said. "With these diapers, nothing of
his could possibly fit over them!"
I watched Mom re-stack the diapers on the floor. I
counted each layer she piled on until there were six diapers
layered together. At first I thought she was just stacking
up the diapers to carry into my bedroom. I was shocked to
find out that this was what she was going to have me wear!
"Get on the floor," she told me.
"Are you really going to put all those diapers on
him?" Donna asked my Mom incredulously.
"Of course! Eric wanted to wear diapers, so I'm going
to give him his money's worth!"
I was very excited as I anticipated how these diapers
would look and feel on me, but at the same time, I felt a
sense of shame and humiliation unlike any that I had ever
experienced. It seemed to me that as the cloth diapers were
more permanent than disposables, that this treatment
likewise meant that it was going to be permanent, and
carried out to such extremes. To me, the cloth diapers
seemed to be more punishing than disposables.
Even Mom winced at the odor and the widespread mess
that I left in my disposable diaper, the last one I figured
I would ever wear, at least for awhile. Nevertheless, she
cleaned me up and spread lots of lotion all over me and
smothered it around my hard penis. Next came the diapers. I
felt the massive bunched of cloth get pulled ever so tightly
into my crotch. Instead of tapes, Mom inserted several pins
into each side of the diapers to ensure a very tight, secure
fit. While she turned around to retrieve my plastic pants I
tried to put my legs together, only to realize that my knees
would probably never touch again except for the few minutes
of each day that I was either in the middle of a diaper
change or taking a bath.
The plastic pants went on so noisily as they crinkled
and crackled as Mom pulled them up swiftly over my bare
legs, and then slowly as she fit them over the enormous
bulging pack of virgin white cloth. The elastic bands cut
into my skin as they maintained a tenacious hold far above
my waist, containing the high-rising diapers entirely. The
leg bands likewise ensured virtually no chance of leakage as
they constricted my thighs and my crotch. Donna and Janet
watched as Mom performed each step ever so expertly. David
was watching, too. He acted like he wanted to get put into
some cloth diapers, as if now the tables had turned and I
was the one being envied for my diapers.
Later that evening Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald called
and told us they were at the airport and they would stop by
shortly to pick up my cousins. When they did show up about
an hour later, they were surprised to see that not only was
I diapered, but in such an extreme fashion with thick,
multiple layers of cloth.
"He wanted to wear diapers," Mom explained to Aunt
Linda and Uncle Ronald, with somewhat of an embarrassed
tone. At the same time, she sounded settled with her
decision to do this to me. "He's just getting his wish, and
then some."
Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald visited briefly while David
and Janet gathered up their belongings. David didn't bother
to put his overalls back on and was content with leaving
with just a diaper on him.
Uncle Ronald and Aunt Linda seemed to accept seeing me
in diapers and the way Mom was treating me after my Mom
explained to them what she had gone through with me. As Aunt
Linda was getting ready to head back out to the car she felt
as if by having David wearing diapers that this influenced
my behavior. She apologized to my mother, but Mom assured
her sister that it wasn't her fault.
"Eric would have found a way to get into diapers
sooner or later," my Mom said. "I just saved him the
trouble."
"How long will Eric be in diapers?" Aunt Linda asked my
mother.
"It's hard to say," Mom said. "It'll be up to him to
decide what he wants to do after he's been in diapers
awhile."
"How long is `awhile?'" I thought to myself. By this
time Aunt Linda and Uncle Ronald were ready to leave. They
both gave Mom, Donna and me each a hug and a kiss goodbye. I
stood at the door as I watched David waddle away, his white-
diapered butt fading into the dark as Aunt Linda escorted
him out to the car.
After Mom closed the door I asked her how long she was
going to make me wear diapers.
"Awhile," she said.
Again, I asked myself how long "awhile " was going to
be. I then asked this pressing question out loud.
"I haven't decided how long that will be."
"When will you decide?" I asked my Mom.
"In awhile. A very, very long while, and that is my
final answer."

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