Heavy diaper

Kenny Part 5

This story is written by Les Lea

The following day at school I wasn’t sure if I should tell Kenny what had happened. I was aware that I regarded our bond as something special but I didn’t know if I could admit to having messed myself… just yet. He’d introduced me to some new experiences, well, not new exactly as I’d worn diapers and plastic pants as a baby, but they were different now I was older and had a choice. The fact that he’d told me he wanted to be a baby seemed an obvious thing for him to want to be as he loved all that type of stuff. However, I had come to the conclusion, especially after my night time incident, I definitely didn’t want to be a baby again… it was far too unpleasant.

Despite that, I did like wearing diapers; the fullness around my groin, the padded and protected feel under my shorts, the slipperiness of the plastic, it was all fantastic. I suppose for Kenny, as he’d been wearing these items for so long, the fact of being a messy kid with a problem was how he managed to maintain a supply. I told you Kenny was a smart lad. However, as smart as he was, I wasn’t sure if he would let his parents know of his real desire.

As we lined up to go into class I noticed that Kenny was still wearing a diaper, although it wasn’t as thick so it didn’t look like he was bursting out of his shorts. He was smiling and beckoning me as if he had an urgent message to deliver.

“Do you want to come over this weekend?” He was so happy I knew there was something more. “We are off up to the lake and mummy said I could bring you if you want to come.”

He looked expectantly at me but I think he knew that there was no way I would miss out on a trip to the lake (a place I had yet to see) or spend a weekend in his company. “Yes… I’d love to… but I’d better check with mum first. I’ll get her to call your mum tonight.”

I think mum was delighted that the offer had been made. Jake was already planning on spending a weekend with a friend so with me off her hands she could have some time to herself. When I got home from school on the Friday afternoon mum had already packed my bag so there was only time for me to change out of my uniform and dress for the lake. Less than an hour later mum had delivered Jake to his destination and we were arriving at the Morrison’s home. Their pick-up truck looked already loaded so just minutes after my mum drove off we were on our way to the eagerly anticipated lake. Both Mr and Mrs Morrison were dressed for a vacation; Mrs Morrison in a denim shirt and cut-down jeans that hugged her hips and made her look incredibly young, whilst Mr Morrison was in a faded brown button down shirt and matching shorts. They both looked as much like a couple of kids as Kenny and me.

Since I was asked to come on the trip Kenny had not stopped going on about how ‘fantastic’ it was by the lake. He’d been once before when he was 7 and remembered it as being ‘fantastic’. His daddy had borrowed a colleague’s cabin then and now it had been offered again… so everyone was enthusiastic about the place. We would be going swimming, hiking, canoeing and having barbeques… Kenny was just full of excitement and everything was going to be ‘fantastic’. As he filled me in on what to expect I noticed that his loose, white Team America soccer shorts looked as if there was padding underneath. I sneakily gave them a little pat when I didn’t think his parents were looking and received a huge smile, even bigger than usual, from my buddy as we continued on our journey.

It was getting late when we approached the lake and the sun was going down. Mrs Morrison suggested we call in at a chicken restaurant on the main road for dinner as it would save all the trouble of cooking, and eating, at a late hour. We pulled into the parking lot and it was bursting with buses and cars which appeared to be full of Boy Scouts of America on their way to somewhere special. Apparently, further around the lake from where we were staying there was a big scouting jamboree planned so that was why so many kids, in their fantastic smart and colorful uniforms, were scurrying noisily around the place.


The restaurant was busy but we were able to find a table and it was ‘fantastic’ to see so many kids of all ages, excitedly milling around. I went to the restroom for a pee and as I was standing there a scout came and used the stall next to me. He was about 15 years-old and wore his uniform with pride. He had green shorts, and a green shirt with badges all over it… all set off by his blue and yellow scarf. He looked across at me and asked why I was still in ‘civvies’. I had no idea what he was talking about but he asked if I wasn’t going to the jamboree. When I told him I didn’t know anything about it he said I should join the scouts as I’d have a ‘terrific time’. He’d been to one every year since he was ten and said he wouldn’t miss them for the world.

As I found my way back to the table I overheard a group of young hikers talking and they were looking over at Kenny and his family, one said to the others how beautiful the ‘blond boy’ was and there was a murmured chorus of approval. I was delighted at that moment to know that my best friend was regarded as beautiful by others… and I was as proud to be the one with him as the scouts were proud of their uniforms.

The chicken was fantastic.


When we arrived at the cabin it was quite dark and we were unable to take in the full splendour of the location. Mr and Mrs Morrison unloaded everything and we two took our backpacks to the room that had been allocated for us. When we opened the bedroom door I was surprised to see a big double bed and very little else apart from a box of toys and games shoved in the corner. I thought it was going to be fun. The last time I’d slept in such a big bed was with my mum a few years ago, so I was looking forward to sleeping with Kenny as it looked very comfortable.

As it was dark we didn’t get much chance to explore although we did walk the few feet down from the cabin to the lake edge and skipped some stones across it’s glassy surface, Mr Morrison, dressed in his faded brown shirt and shorts, looked as good as the scout masters we’d seen at the restaurant and was brilliant at getting the most ‘skips’ – 12 was the best score before we decided to call it a day. We took a walk along the small wooden jetty to see if we could see any fish swimming around (Kenny had said that on his last visit there had been some huge ones darting about). It was too dark to see much but there was a small boat tied up at the end and in our excitement running towards it I tripped up, which ended up launching both of us into the lake. It was cold.

While laughing at our misfortune, Mr Morrison pulled us to safety but of course we were soaked. He guided us to the cabin to be greeted by a surprised Mrs Morrison who pretended to tell her husband off for not looking after ‘her’ boys. She stripped us both down and told us to go for a shower. My shivering and naked best friend went first as I sat and waited on the toilet for him to finish. His mum came in and told him to be quick and not keep me waiting. I suppose we could have both got in together but it would have been a crush. She stood waiting for him with a towel poised and ready so as Kenny and I swapped places she wrapped it around her son and dried him off.


As the shower was only just warm I didn’t spend a great deal of time under it but at least I’d got the blood circulating again. I finished and found a towel that Mrs Morrison had left on a rail at the side and started to dry myself. As I walked into the bedroom Mrs Morrison was diapering Kenny. He’d just had the lotion and powder applied and she was about to fit a thick piece of material into place. She smiled at me and carried on with her job to a lot of giggling and humor from both of them. Soon he was fastened in and she pulled up a pair of rubber pants, like the ones I’d seen him wear at school, over it all. It looked huge but he had that happy smile on his face that meant all was well. I noticed that there was another piece of material on the bed, though not immediately realising that it was for me.

Mrs Morrison looked at me. “I hope you don’t mind Simon…”

I wasn’t sure what she meant but she carried on.

“Unfortunately, we haven’t brought the double waterproof sheet for the bed and we don’t want any accidents… so…” She indicated the diaper. “Would you mind…?”

I looked across at my happily diapered friend and his smile and animated nodding made it impossible for me to say ‘No’ so I just wondered over to the bed and lay out as Mrs Morrison indicated. I was lotioned, powdered and diapered in seconds. The thick material spreading my legs wider than the disposables I’d worn in the past, all of which was soon covered by a pair of rubber pants similar to those Kenny was wearing. We looked like twin babies in our bulky, night time protection, one blond, one dark but both I suspect very cute.


As it was getting late we both clambered into bed. It wasn’t a cold night, and the warm shower had at least brought back a bit of a glow to us… so neither of us bothered wearing a t-shirt. Mrs Morrison kissed us goodnight, which was nice, she smelled lovely and Mr Morrison came in and did the same. I’m not sure what he smelled like but I liked it. Once they’d left the room we snuggled up close together and I asked him if he’d told his parents about him wanting to be a baby. He said no, he hadn’t wanted things to change, but he had told his mum how much he preferred the cloth diapers. So now on a night, that is what he got to wear, and, if he needed them, the disposables were for school.

There was no escaping the thickness of the diaper and the feel of the rubber pants but I had to admit that the cloth did feel nicer than the disposable. Kenny was excited now I was wearing the same as he was and stroked my rubber pants as I did the same to him. The silky texture being very compulsive, I don’t think either of us could stop fondling the material. I remembered to tell him about my discovery whilst rubbing myself up against the mattress and that we should give it a try. Unfortunately, the diaper was way too thick for our pee-pees (Kenny’s name for it) to be encouraged, even if it did feel nice I couldn’t achieve that shudder I’d experienced in my own bed. However, we fell asleep like we had before, a couple of diapered spoons, him with his padded bottom resting against my padded… pee pee.

Whenever I woke up during the night the sensation of our bodies together was just so comforting and right I happily fell back to sleep snuggling up close and stroking the front of his rubber pants. The material was warm, soft and super to touch… a bit like Kenny himself.


The morning arrived and once again I was awake before Kenny, who I’d begun to think would sleep all day if he wasn’t told to get up. I enjoyed a few moments of watching him as he dozed; his fine white/blond hair slightly dishevelled, his breathing gentle and slow, his eyelashes white and long, fluttering occasionally as he began to come round… if there are such things as angels, I bet they all look like Kenny.

He saw me looking and yawned a smile. “I love waking up next to you.”

I smiled back, who can resist being complimented but I wanted to get up and see the sights. “Is it OK to get up or do we have to wait for you parents to come for us.”

I felt his hand go to the front of my diaper. “Have you wet as well?”

I was about to say no when I realised I actually had and just didn’t know it. “Erm… yesss… erm… I suppose I have.”

Kenny seemed pleased and pushed back the blankets. The rubber pants had done their job because although both diapers were soaking wet, there were no leaks on the sheets. It was a first for me and I giggled guiltily at how easy it had been to be so comfortable and warm in bed that I didn’t want to go to the toilet. Having said that, I’m not sure I actually made a decision not to go… I just went in the diaper, so it was just as well that I’d been fitted with all that rubber shielding for the bed. We got up and pulled down our protective pants, the thick diaper material just sagged heavily between our legs. The white material was now pale yellow and we chuckled as we touched each other’s soggy mess, I couldn’t help but think that we’d been actually cuddling together in our wet diapers. The fabric on both of us was pulling down at our hips where the pins had gathered the sides and I thought there must have been a gallon of liquid soaked in… then I wondered if that was all.

I hesitantly let my fingers stray around the leg holes and was relieved that they found nothing, Kenny was the same… we were both just wet.


I was about to get dressed when Mrs Morrison reprimanded me for not putting oil and powder around my diaper area.

“Your mother will think we don’t know how to look after you.” She said as she grabbed the various bottles and canisters and before I could say anything she had me wiped, oiled up and dusted with baby powder.

I stood their naked wondering what to do next. Did Mrs Morrison have any special instructions? Did I have to wait to be diapered for the day? Thankfully, once Kenny was equally cleaned and powdered he just ran off to put his underpants, shorts and t-shirt on, which was my prompt to do the same.

With breakfast over we were let loose from the cabin and the area was wonderful, the view around the lake was simply spectacular. To me the sky had never seemed so blue and its reflection in the lake made it all very inviting. The morning sun was pleasantly warm as kids of all ages were already out playing; cycling, swimming, canoeing, rowing, throwing balls, fishing… there was just so much to do.

Kenny and I made our way to the little rowing boat that was moored at the end of the jetty, where Mr Morrison had already kitted it out with a couple of oars and lifesaving vests. We were made to put them on before he’d allow us to row out any distance and he gave us a brief lecture on water safety. Once he was sure we understood and had agreed to his rules, a “Yes sir” from me and “Yes daddy” from Kenny, we couldn’t wait to get underway.


We rowed a little way out and marvelled at just how huge the lake was. Looking along the shoreline we could see that there were about ten cabins near ours and other groups scattered at regular intervals. About a mile away was a camping ground with RVs and tents and there were individual large properties discreetly overlooking the lake from hillsides. To my young eyes, this place was a truly magical spot and I couldn’t wait to explore further. There were islands dotted around the lake and speedboats pulling water-skiers, it appeared that everyone had left the city to enjoy their weekend in some kind of activity.

The rowing was harder than I thought it would be but I pretended it was easy. As I rowed Kenny asked if I’d liked wearing a cloth diaper. I had to agree that it was nice and that I’d even enjoyed the thick rubber pants we’d had to wear. Kenny was smiling, as if he knew a secret, my secret. I wasn’t sure what that was but Kenny did. I thought it was strange just how much I had enjoyed wearing the rubber pants. A couple of days previously I’d admired them on Kenny when I first saw his bulging diaper and I had, in my own small way, become obsessed about owning a pair. The thought of wearing such an item when I was changed the night before had sent a thrill through my body and I think, waiting around to get dressed that morning, I’d sort of hoped we might be put back into them. However, charging around the lakeside, in and out of the water, I was glad I just had my briefs on under my shorts. A soaking wet diaper with all these other kids around might have been embarrassing.


Back on land and we joined in a very exciting volleyball match, which changed into a game of soccer, which became a swimming challenge. We didn’t stop until we were called for lunch by the clanging of an old iron cowboy dinner triangle. All the parents must have been busy while we were out playing because two large tables had been set out for us to eat as a community. This was fantastic (Kenny had been correct, everything was fantastic) men were scooping up barbeque sausages, burgers, chicken and steak onto big platters, bowls full of fries, salad and beans were set along each table. Huge bottles of soda and cola were attacked by us kids desperate to quench our thirst after such a hectic morning. Including the adults there were maybe thirty people eating, talking, joking, laughing… everyone seemed to be having a good time, even us kids were getting along fine.

As we ate I noticed a young mother with her two toddlers, well there was little girl about a year old and a little boy about 2 and she was holding their hands as they paddled in the water. What drew my attention was what they were wearing. The girl had a thick diaper, which was covered by blue plastic pants that had ruffles across the bottom, while the boy also wore a diaper, which was showing over his shiny plastic pants that had bright cartoon characters all over them. I found myself staring at them as they tested the water by dipping their toes in and then giggling at the temperature. Kenny noticed me looking and in return, he gave me that knowing look again. I think I turned bright red, if I didn’t then it sure felt like I had. It was difficult pretending that you hadn’t been staring when you’ve been caught red-handed but I tried to plead ‘not guilty’ by pointing out some ducks that had just landed on the water near where the family were walking and then quickly taking a bite out of my burger.

As Kenny watched and smiled I was trying my best to get the image of those two little kids out of my mind but it was difficult. It was a strange sensation when I suddenly realised I was jealous. Jealous of their diapers and their plastic pants, both of which I wished I could have and would have loved to have worn myself. Without a word being spoken I looked across at Kenny and knew, he knew and was happy for me.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 4

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Kenny Part 4

This story is written by Les Lea

The hot weather continued and once again we found our favourite lunchtime spot up on the playing field and away from any eavesdroppers. As usual Kenny looked fantastic; his school uniform looking pristine and even his cumbersome shorts didn’t detract from what a handsome boy my best friend was. However, on this occasion his usual glowing smile was replaced by an anxious look. He was being very secretive, which was unlike him, normally he was open about everything. Because he was being a bit guarded, I began to worry that something really traumatic might have happened; was his family about to up and move to another part of the country, did he have some dreaded disease, had he tried some drugs (my mum had recently warned me of such dangers at school) I just couldn’t accept the thought of something happening to my best friend.

Nevertheless, as it was particularly evident as we walked up to the field I wanted to know… why such a thick diaper.

“Mummy didn’t have any disposables left.”

I think he assumed that was enough of a reason but seeing my blank face he continued.

“Once I was all cleaned up they couldn’t find any disposables… daddy eventually found some of my old cloth diapers from when I was a bit younger.”

He pulled open his shorts to let me see the thick towelling under the heavy yellowy, translucent material he had to wear. It was just see-through enough to make out that the sides of the diaper were held together by big safety pins, with blue ends, but it all looked a hefty thing to have to wear.

“I could hardly get my shorts on this morning but the idea of just wearing…” and he pointed to his thick protective covering by way of explanation.

I shook my head and unconsciously stretched out my hand to touch the thick material.

“They’re rubber…” he paused.

“Mummy thought I might need much more protection so…” he confided, “this is a double diaper.”

He went on, “She wanted to keep me home but I said I’d be all right.”

“No wonder your shorts look so tight.” I ventured, “There’s no hiding what you’re wearing.”

I continued stroking the rubber pants. “These feel different to your plastic ones… do they feel… different to wear?”

“Mummy brought them from the hospital ages ago… but I have sometimes had to wear them in the past… they’re ‘medical’.”

Well that made sense, with his mother being a nurse and all. I suppose one of the perks of the job is being able to get hold of such things if they’re needed.

I lay the palm of my hand against the front area, well as much as my hand could cover and said: “It all feels very tight.”

“It is… but I needed them tight to get my shorts on. It doesn’t worry me… I’m used to it… even if it does show.”

Handling his thick diaper had brought me back in touch with my best friend. It was the thing I thought bound us together and I was grateful to have him… and it… back. In fact, once again there was a brief feeling of jealousy that he could be so brave and not care what people thought and I’d been worried about what a bully on the school bus had said… and I wasn’t even wearing one. Once again I felt like I’d let him down in some way.


There were a few moments of silence between us and I suddenly realised that he was peeing in to his thick diaper.

I asked, “Are you OK?”

Even though I’d already guessed what he was doing. He said nothing but looked at me with his huge eyes, which basically told me what I already knew.

“Do you need to go to the school nurse to get changed?”

I was concerned but after a couple of moments he just said, “It’s OK… I quite like the warm feeling…”

I didn’t quite understand. Not having wet myself either accidently or on purpose I had no real idea of what he was experiencing… but he continued as he slowly fondled the front of his rubber pants.

“The double diaper and thick rubber will keep everything from leaking until home time.”

I was worried that my wet friend would be uncomfortable. “Don’t you like the nurse?”

“She’s OK but…” he thought about it, “she usually changes younger boys.”

This was the first time I realised he was actually embarrassed about something to do with his diaper. He’d be the oldest boy that the nurse had to attend to and he was uncomfortable about that. His bright eyes peered up at me again and I just nodded in agreement… he looked relieved he didn’t have to explain.

However I added, “Wouldn’t she have some disposables for you to wear instead of this…” and I massaged the rubber.

Despite my concern I was getting to like the new material. It felt completely different to the plastic pants I had recently become used to wearing at home and I wondered if I could get a pair for myself.

Kenny was silent for a while then he said how much he liked the cloth diapers more than the disposables.

“They’re much more comfy.” He pulled up the front of his school shorts and tried to squeeze himself back in. “Mummy and daddy… erm… say how cute I look when I have to wear them and I… erm… think they feel nicer too.”

I had no idea if they did or didn’t so I would have to take my best friends word for it but they looked so bulky I was sure they must make it more difficult to walk… but I didn’t say anything.


“I was dreaming about you.”

There had been a long silence before Kenny came up with this statement and I wasn’t sure to what he was referring.

“Last night, when I had my… accident…”

I realised he was now about to tell me his secret but before I could say anything he carried on.

“We were… erm… in my bedroom… erm… except it wasn’t my bedroom… it was in my old nursery.”

I looked at him in surprise because I know I dream but I can never remember what I’ve been dreaming about when I wake up. I didn’t comment I just let him carry on… I was quite pleased he’d been dreaming of me.

“We were in two cribs. You were in one and I was in another but we wanted to play together but neither of us could get out of the cribs, the sides were too high, we were only babies and you were crying.”

I was intrigued to say the least but being a baby… well!!! but I stayed silent. He looked straight into my eyes and there was something intense that I’d never seen before.

“I wanted to play too but… I didn’t like to see you cry”

For a brief second his face broke into that lovely, genuine smile of his, “You looked so cute in your pale green onesie… it had a duck on the front… your diaper was really thick so you may have been wet as well.”

My mind was filled with the image he described; me as a baby, in a crib, wearing a onesie and upset… and wet… I wasn’t sure what to say as he resumed his story.

“No one was coming to help and it felt like you’d been crying for some attention for ages so we could play. Then I remembered thinking… and this seems strange but… we were the age we are now but… just babies and couldn’t do anything for ourselves… and I thought… mummy and daddy come if my diaper is wet so, in my dream I purposely tried to wet myself.”

He paused to let all that sink in and my mind was swamped with the image he’d placed in my head.

“That’s when I woke up to find mummy and daddy rushing into my room wondering why I was crying out so loudly. It was the first night I’d not worn any protection to sleep and I’d made a mess… a real mess…”

I looked at him shaking my head. Such different feelings were running through my mind and I wasn’t sure whether I was horrified at what he’d described or trying to be an understanding friend. I didn’t realise that my hand was resting on his bottom and stroking him and again I didn’t know if it was Kenny I was touching or the fact that I liked the feeling of the padding. He seemed to appreciate the contact and wriggled a bit as he continued.

“My PJs, my bedding, ME… it was everywhere.”

I let out a sort of “Jeeez…” as if that carried my opinion that he’d been through a lot… but there was more.


I really felt sorry for Kenny, the one night he didn’t have his diaper to protect him and that happened… however, lowering his voice to an absolute whisper he told me more.

“As mummy was trying to calm me down… apparently I’d become a bit hysterical … and she continued cleaning me up… all I could think of was that I’d left you crying.” He looked at me with the most concerned expression on his face. “I wasn’t thinking straight and thought, if I could get back to you, everything would be alright.”

This was making very little sense but, I suppose a dream, or in this case a nightmare, very rarely adds up when looked at in the daylight. However, I was wrapped up in what he had to say and didn’t want to stop his explanation as it was obviously something he needed to speak about.

“Mummy hugged me close for ages as daddy changed my bed and found the old diapers… she quickly had me back in my protection and to soothe me I was sucking on her thumb as I did when I was little.”

I didn’t mention the fact that he’d done it to me as well because I realised what he was trying to tell me was very important to him.

“I must have fallen asleep but I didn’t get back to you because I woke up in the morning in my bed and in a soaked diaper… but I remembered… you.” He looked shyly away. “Normally I don’t remember dreams once I wake up but… this time… I did because you were in my dream.”

I smiled and gently stroked his arm trying to be concerned, understanding and a friend… his best friend. Although our lunch-break was disappearing fast I somehow knew that there was something else… a revelation that was yet to be spoken of.

“I suddenly remembered all my dreams.”

His voice was so low I nearly missed what he was saying.

“I’m not sure why but… erm… whenever, in the past, I’ve had my ‘accidents’…” It was as if he’d put the word in quotes, “I think I’ve been dreaming I’m a baby again.”

There was a stunned silence from me but I continued to encourage him to speak by unwittingly stroking his bare leg.

“I can’t explain it but I like it when mummy and daddy ‘baby’ me.”

The expression on his face was as if he was trying to cope with this realisation.

“I like the care, the kisses, the cuddles, the fun, the diapers… everything that goes with it. I just like being their little baby boy…”


I didn’t know what to say. I was still casually caressing his thigh whilst I listened to him but I had no idea how to respond. He looked down at my hand as it continued stoking his slim leg and smiled.

“Thanks for understanding.”

I’m not sure I did but I asked the question. “What do your parents think?”

He gazed shyly back at me with those radiant eyes, all bright and trusting.

“You’re the first person I’ve told.”

I stared back surprised. I always assumed that he could and would tell his ‘mummy and daddy’ everything and it would be accepted without a moment’s hesitation but this… this huge thing in Kenny’s life… he trusted to me first. Even as a ten year-old I knew that this bond between us was stronger than I had thought and that I was his confidante… so what fantastic response did I come up with?

“Oooh… erm… wow.”

Once again I wondered if I’d let him down in some way but I got my thoughts together and asked

“What were you wearing?”

He looked startled at my question as if he didn’t know what I was talking about but I continued.

“In your dream… I was in a green onesie… what were you wearing.”

He beamed. I think once he realised I wasn’t going to run away after his ‘baby’ revelation we were back to being best friends.

“My pink onesie… it’s my favourite.”

“You have a onesie?”

“Yes. I have three; a pink short one that fastens between my legs, a green footed one with dinosaurs all over it… and a pale blue fleecy one for when it gets cold.”

He seemed pretty pleased with them and told me he’d received them as gifts from family at Christmas and his birthday.

The time had just flown by and we could see that everyone was moving off the playing field and returning to school. As we resumed class I could tell that there were lots of thoughts swimming around in his head. His diaper was even more noticeable now it was wet but it didn’t seem to have any effect on Kenny as we settled back into the afternoon’s lessons.


That night I was in my bedroom and thinking about Kenny’s admission; he wet… and worse… because he wanted to be a baby again? Most kids our age couldn’t wait to grow up and we wanted out of diapers and childish things as soon as possible. Even Jake had been worried the time when Kenny stayed over. He’d run away when he thought we were going to diaper him and locked himself in his room. I knew Kenny was special on so many levels because he was so unlike anyone else. Great at sport, friendly with everyone, good in class… I think all the teachers liked him and he was my best friend. I didn’t quite understand why he wanted to be a baby again but, alone in my room, I thought I’d try and see if I could find out.

I went to my draw and pulled out the little plastic bag that contained the diaper that Kenny had wet when he stayed over. It had dried now and was a bit stiff in parts but I managed to unfurl it and, surprisingly, the tapes had stayed sticky so I was able to pull it on and fasten it around my waist. It didn’t feel particularly nice, although it also didn’t smell of pee, well it did but not so that it overpowered everything else. There was a smell of baby powder that hung around as I had manoeuvred it into position. I pulled the plastic pants over it and, for what I was about to do next, checked that the plastic was tight around my legs and sealed me into the diaper.


I turned off my bedside light and tried to concentrate on making myself pee. It was harder than I thought it would be and it was several minutes, and quite a bit of bladder straining, to even get the feeling that I might be able to succeed at it. Eventually I managed a tiny, quick spurt but that didn’t appear to make any difference, so I tried again, straining as hard as I could. This was a huge mistake as not only did the pee flow like a torrent… I’d managed to make myself poo as well.

I stood in the middle of my room not knowing what to do. Warm pee flooded my diaper but I was now really worried about what was filling the seat. Once I started there seemed to be no stopping the chain of events as the smell and a really soggy diaper was held captive by my plastic pants. I was frozen to the spot and on the verge of tears because of my stupidity. I wanted to call mum to come and help but realised I would have some embarrassing questions to answer. I knew she was down stairs working and I thought that if I could make it to the bathroom, I’d somehow be able to sort the problem out.


My full diaper made it impossible to run to the bathroom so I sort of waddled, desperately hoping not to alert mum or Jake to my situation. I turned on the light and stood looking at myself in the mirror. The diaper had expanded and the plastic pants appeared to have billowed out a bit but I was eager to get out of them as soon as I could. I gingerly lowered the pants and the diaper sagged around my bottom. I knew I had no option so I pulled at the tapes and the entire soggy, smelly, poopy mass slopped onto the floor. The smell was awful but that was the least of my worries as I wondered how to get rid of the mess I had made.

I looked in the mirror and saw the nasty streaks around my bottom so I turned on the shower and climbed in to clean myself up before I started on anything else. It never occurred to me that the shower being turned on would alert mum to the fact that there was something going on upstairs. It came as a bit of a shock when I looked around to see mum standing in the doorway. I’d been caught red-handed and I feared the worst so I did the only thing I could think of doing, I started to cry.


Mum took in the sight of the plastic pants, the messy diaper and her eldest son desperately cleaning himself up and put all the parts together. Tearfully, I climbed out of the shower expecting to be spanked (although mum had never done such a thing to either of us in the past) but she just grabbed a towel, opened it up and invited me in to its soft warm embrace to be dried by her.

She never said a word as I was being rubbed in the comfort of the bath towel. She never said a word as she guided me to my room and got a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt out for me. She put me to bed with a kiss and went off to tidy up the disaster on the bathroom floor. I lay awake hearing her set about the job I’d left for her and I felt the guilt creep over me. Eventually, the nasty task was over and I heard her turn the light off. She came and sat on my bed and put her hand on my head and stroked my hair.

“You’re a good friend to Kenny.”

She must have known that the diaper and pants were his… I would have pretended to be asleep but thought I’d better let mum say whatever it was she was thinking. I nodded.

“I’m sure his little problem has made you wonder…”

She changed tack.

“You have a natural empathy…”

I didn’t know what that was but mum’s voice didn’t sound angry so I supposed it was something OK.

“You wanted to experience what your friend experienced… you wanted to be a good friend to Kenny… his best friend.”

The hair stroking continued and I found her gentle caress and her words very soothing, so I closed my eyes and just listened to mum’s words.

“You’re a sweet, understanding boy Simon… and every boy should have a friend like you…”

She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts for a moment.

“With your father gone I worried about you and Jake. Worried I couldn’t bring you up or that you’d miss the influence of your dad and that I’d fail you…”

It had begun to feel like she was talking to herself rather than me but, as she continued to stroke my brow I slipped into a deep and peaceful sleep.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 3

Chapter 5

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The Weight of Shame

The Weight of ShameThe once great lord of the dead looked around the room that had once been his throne room. Anubis’s great power was no more – The Usurper’s rise to power was not something he could explain; it had simply happened. Anubis was a plaything, forever – no longer to rule over the Land of the Dead, but now the diapered pet of the insolent feline. Perhaps it was all those mortals worshiping their damned cats that had led to the canine deity’s fall from power. Anubis could only speculate, but it made little difference in the end. The truth was cold and hard: he was now a baby. For eternity.

There was only one possible escape from this predicament for him: he looked over and saw his way out. The feather of Ma’at. Balance. It sat on a scale that bobbed up and down, having nothing to balance against anymore since Anubis no longer weighed the hearts of the dead against it. But if he could somehow make the scale balance again, his power would be restored. There had to be a way. He didn’t know what it was, but there had to be a way.

In the meantime, he was willing to bide his time. With the blocks on the floor, he began to build a small pyramid. A reminder of his glory days – a reminder of the days still to come, when he would restore balance and chain that insolent kitten in the dungeon, only to pull him out when he needed a slave for the lowest of tasks. His two Anubian guards sat on the floor nearby – one consoled himself of his new predicament by rocking back and forth while hugging a cat plush. The other wasn’t faring nearly so well; the dark-furred jackal guard paced around the room, then stopped by the large column in the center of the room and began to shuffle around on his feet a bit.

Anubis growled when he realized what was happening. “Fight it, you weak fool!” He snapped. His Anubian whimpered in response, shuffling more frantically and grasping at his loins. It was to no avail, of course; a few more moments of desperation, and the jackal gave up, his ears and tail wilting and the musky scent of piss filling Anubis’s nostrils as the guard flooded the cloth diaper pinned around his waist. Seeing the sad state of his compatriot, the other Anubian guard couldn’t contain his bladder, and soon HIS diaper was also quite soggy.

“Imbeciles!” the once-powerful god roared, “I should have you beaten!” He stepped back towards the throne that had once been his. “I… I…” he began in fits and starts of rage, but as he approached closer and closer to his throne, he felt himself losing continence with each step he took, and his own diaper was soon completely flooded. Undeterred, he continued to stammer in rage at his two cowering bodyguards, but the first step he took to stand on the dais where the throne sat, and his rage turned to growls of defeat as he clutched his stomach.

It was as if even trying to approach his seat of power caused him to lose all control of his body. He stepped down from the dais, but the damage had already been done, and the churning in his belly did not lessen. He tried to walk away from the throne, but each step became more of a waddle, and then a squat, until finally he could hold it no longer – he squatted in place, tears of frustration escaping the corners of his eyes, and he soon felt the inevitable warm, mushy mess get pushed into the seat of his diaper, making it bulge behind him and slowly begin to sag as it grew fuller with his shame.

As if on cue, the accursed cat came in right at that moment to see him squatting on the floor – and for nothing but what seemed extra meanness, The Usurper kicked over the block pyramid the jackal god had been building. “Uh-oh!” the jaguar said condescendingly, “It sounds like someone is having a temper tantrum! Is it nap time?” The new Lord finally pretended to notice Anubis – as if he hadn’t noticed all along, “Does someone need his diaper changed?”

Anubis did not dare answer, but only growled in reply. The cat was INSUFFERABLE! Seifer didn’t wait for an answer, of course; he never did. “Change him, my pets,” he commanded – and of course, the Anubians obeyed. They had resisted once, but The Usurper’s punishments were harsh, and their weak wills had been broken. Or at the very least, they’d learned when resistance was no good. Before long, Anubis was freshly diapered in clean Egyptian cotton – the diapers were exquisite, but they were still diapers! Thinking the cat had had his fun for the day, Anubis began to move back to the blocks to rebuild his fallen pyramid.

But The Usurper, it seemed, would not allow him even THAT dignity. He didn’t hear The Lord’s commands to the Anubian guards, but he did know that within moments, he was chained to the column in the middle of the room, held fast. The Usurper ascended the dais and sat on the throne – his throne – and looked to Anubis. “You were so hoping to balance this scale once again, weren’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “Well, perhaps this is your chance.” He nodded at the guards, and they approached the scale as they’d done countless times before. Anubis waited to see a heart, or soul, or something of metaphysical substance, to be placed on the tray opposite the feather.

But he watched in horror – tears escaping his eyes and a growl escaping his throat – as the jackal took hold of the diaper he’d just been changed out of. It was filled with the weight of the once-mighty god’s shame. It would never balance, if that was the test. Anubis could already feel his guts beginning to churn again at the thought.

Above text and order by Seifer

Draw by airwolf1987

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Soggy Pride morning – kleinemaxx


Looks like someones diaper have been working pretty hard here and it seems to start getting pretty heavy :)

Maybe time to thinking about a change before it start leaking.

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It dont hurt to use the diaper some more – LittleLiam117

Looks like someone decided it was not time yet for a diaper change. His body seems to have decided that it needed to make the diaper even more heaver then it is now.

It sure is good work on the diaper tape to be able to handle the heavy load from the diaper.

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A Messy Situation Pg 2

A Messy Situation Pg 2 This messy dragon belongs to GibsonScratch

Draw by BabySteps

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Wow someone sure really needed to go here. Looks how heavy and well used his diaper seems to be. Its kind of amazing that the tape is able to handle this heavy load :)

It sure is a good thing that he was very a very good diaper now when his body decided it was time to make a big mess :)

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who’s gonna snoooof

Seems like it is diaper change time here for this boy :) Special now when it seems like you have ended up whit a very stinky diaper here :)

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no bathroom breaks!

no bathroom breaks!I don’t got time for bathroom breaks, i’ve got places to be!

Draw and everything by Therealone111

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Giggle way should you thinking about potty brakes when you are wearing a good diaper :)

But maybe you need to start thinking about a brake for a diaper change. Your diaper seems to getting well used and stinky ;)

I dont think you want to end up whit a leaking diaper to waddling around whit ;)

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