Les Lea

Kenny Part 8

This story is written by Les Lea

When Jake arrived home he took one look at me and asked if I was now a baby. I laughed because I’d seen my reflection in the mirror and had to agree, with the puffed out diaper, rubber pants and a t-shirt that hardly covered anything, that is precisely what I looked like. However, I immediately wrestled him to the ground and as we play-fought I asked him if a baby could pin him down like I was doing, or tickle him until he squealed. I remembered the last time Kenny and I had tickled him, he’d wet himself and I was in two minds whether to try and make that happen again, just so I could tease him. My mind raced to the consequences… of seeing mum wondering what was happening to her sons. Her remedy, I imagined, would be to immediately offer my little wet brother some kind of safeguard so, as I would be in my thick diaper, perhaps he would look cute in those racing car, slightly padded, pull-ups.

However, he was still in his school uniform, so that would mean extra washing for mum and more importantly, I’m not that type of brother. We do get angry at one and other but usually it will last a few minutes and then we’re back to normal. Still, with us rolling around the floor, he got to grips with my rubber pants and thick diaper. I suppose like any inquisitive kid he was just checking things out and he was giggling the whole time. In the end I let him win. Sitting on my padded mound and declaring himself victor just had me laughing as much as he was… and… I love my brother and wouldn’t want to harm or embarrass him just to make me feel better.

Any possible embarrassing moment soon passed. Mum explained that I’d just caught some bug and this was all a precaution. Whether Jake was convinced, having seen all the new powders and diapers stacked in the room, he never said, but things settled down when I asked him to tell me about his sleepover. It seems that he’d had a pretty cool weekend himself staying at Armi Patel’s place with four other boys from his grade. They’d camped out, in the Patel’s back garden, and Mr Patel had a telescope, which he’d used to explain about the stars and planets, and had shown them Saturn… close-up. So, at this particular sleepover, his rocket covered PJs had proved very popular and all the boys decided they wanted some. Jake was very pleased with himself for starting a trend.


Mum calling me to get up and get ready for school roused me from the best night’s sleep I’d had for a few days. I was still in my thick defence and cautiously examined myself for any further accidents. I was dry… hoorah… I was dry and not messy. Mum came in and saw the relief on my face.

She smiled. “Come on, get up, we don’t want you missing another day of school.”

I was eager to prove I was still dry and almost insisted that she check my diaper herself, which, after much provoking, she did and told me I was a “Good boy… now get washed and then decide what you’ll wear today.”

A dry night had improved my confidence a little, and I thought that as I would be awake, the chances of me accidentally wetting while at school would be minimal. However, Kenny had said he was back in almost permanent disposables for the foreseeable future (he’d had a couple of bad messy nights himself) so I thought I’d compliment his bulging padding with something of my own. I pulled on two pull-ups and put my plastic pants on over them, the rubber ones being too thick to wear with my shorts, so he wouldn’t be alone in diapers at school.


When mum was transferred to her new job, part of the deal was that Jake and I would be sent to the top school in the area. She’d read the prospectus and liked what Oakland offered, even if they were a bit more strict about school dress, social manners and general teaching, she wanted the best for her boys. I never gave much thought to just how bad my other school was until, with smaller classes, and a much more rigid way of learning, I suddenly found myself quite good at subjects that had never interested me before. I’m sure part of that, or more probably, the reason for that, was Kenny. His friendship, enthusiasm, even temper and keenness to learn, had rubbed off on me and I was desperate to prove myself worthy of being a friend to my blond angel.

It wasn’t like we spent the entire time together. We had a few different classes and he spent plenty of time with his sporting mates at break or after school. I had a few other friends but none in the league of Kenny and certainly none I would share any intimacies as I did with him. With his parents in such busy and demanding jobs, and the fact that he was a very popular boy, there were times when I didn’t spend as much time as I would have liked in his company. When at last we were able to come together, he was always happy; the hug, smiles, compliments and enthusiastic conversations that followed always made me feel relieved… and special.

He already knew about my ‘messy’ problem because his mother had told him and we’d spoken on the telephone about it. I think he, like his mummy had done, was trying not make a big deal about it and when he saw that I’d taken precautions with the double pull-ups, he laughed at my inventiveness and hugged me in appreciation. He must have realised that it was done for him as much as I’d done it for myself and if I could make Kenny smile… well… it made my day.


Over the next few days mum was working very hard at the bank and then coming home to work at the computer on some other important project. She always made time for me and Jake but we could both tell that she was looking exhausted and, for the first time in a long while, a bit worried. She announced that Auntie Rose was coming to stay for a week as she had to go off to a conference in the capital and then on to some meetings at the bank’s head office, so would be away for a two or three nights.

I didn’t want to cause mum any further concerns so took to diapering myself on a night just to be on the safe side. As it was, I only wet a little one night but managed to recognise what was happening, wake up and get to the bathroom in time to finish the job… so to speak. The thick diaper I’d been wearing had served its purpose and nothing else got wet. However, I was grateful it had been there to soak up my pee when I couldn’t help myself and the experience convinced me that I slept a lot easier if I was wearing some form of protection.


We hadn’t seen Auntie Rose since we moved west. In fact, we hadn’t seen any of our friends from back home although we had spoken occasionally on the phone or sent e-mails. Dad was still living there but had more or less cut us from his life now he had another family to look after. I was quite sad about this, and I’d get upset sometimes thinking about how it could have been when I watched Kenny and his daddy playing together. Up at the lake I was getting a bit down at seeing all those families where the kids had a mum and a dad… that was until I saw Buddy getting spanked by his stepdad… then I was suddenly glad I only had a loving mother to think about.

When Jake and I arrived home from school on Friday Auntie Rose had already arrived, she was sat at the kitchen table with mum and they were in deep conversation. That didn’t stop us throwing ourselves at her in an enthusiastic greeting and bombarding her with questions and hugs. She told us how smart we both looked in our uniforms, how much we’d grown and I was eager to point out my ‘A’ rated story still stuck to the fridge. She told me that mum had already told her how proud she was of my achievements and that she suspected I had a future in writing books as a living. She always was a very positive force was Aunty Rose and we always liked to be around her, she had some great ideas for fun and games.

Before we dragged her off to show her our rooms and toys… and we both knew that she would have brought us gifts, although we were too polite to ask for them, I noticed mum was looking a bit apprehensive. I asked her if she was OK but she half smiled and said that she had to speak at the conference and had to give a report. I went to the fridge and took down my story and gave it to her, telling her that she could use it if it would help. Both her and auntie burst into huge fits of laughter and I was pleased that I was the cause of so much joy. Aunty Rose ushered us in to the living room while mum finished getting the meal ready.


Jake received a model rocket from the latest Sci-Fi show he was enjoying and auntie had bought me a new game for my Xbox, she also said she had something else for us but we’d have to wait for that.
We were intrigued but no matter how many times we asked her what it was she wouldn’t say.

Later in the evening a taxi arrived to take mum off to the airport and we were left a little sad that we wouldn’t be seeing her for a few days. We’d never been without mum since… well… ever… we had always been together so this was quite a wrench for both of us, although Jake was more tearful than me… I was still quite upset.

It was getting late and Auntie Rose said it was time for bed but we were to have a bath first. Once she’d run it we both got in and had some fun as she washed and played ‘dive-bombers’ with us. Water was splashing everywhere and we had auntie soaked through in seconds… she just laughed and splashed us back. It was fun and we’d forgotten about how sad we were by the time she had us dried off and looking for our pajamas.

“Hold it boys,” she said. “I have something else for you guys… I hope you like them. I thought they might be fun.” And she produced two new presents from underneath a towel.

We excitedly ripped open the packages to find that auntie, who was always clever at making things, had made us individual ‘fun’ onesies. She helped Jake into his bright green and yellow footed onesie that was in the design of a dinosaur. He looked so sweet in it but I saw a nervous look pass over her face wondering if it wasn’t too childish for him. It wasn’t. He loved it and thanked her with a huge kiss on the cheek. He growled as he ran off pawing the air and roaring at… well nothing in particular. I was standing with just a towel around me when she looked at me to see what my reaction was to my present. It was very strange. She had made me a white onesie, which, with the hood up, looked like a fluffy rabbit… not unlike the one Kenny wore in my dream. I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t my type of thing as I like to have my legs free when I sleep, but the fact that it was one Kenny had worn, even if only in my dream, I wanted it. After all, Kenny had told me he had a few onesies in his possession and loved them. I kissed my thanks and saw relief flood from Aunty Rose who was glad her presents had gone down well.


When auntie lived with us, after dad had gone, she used to make clothes for Jake and me all the time. She was brilliant with a sewing machine and if you gave her a piece of material, any material, she could conjure up an amazing shirt or skirt or pair of pants. On many occasions she would have produced, almost overnight, matching outfits for us boys to wear. I remember going to the park in newly made little sailor suits that had all the other mummies there making a huge fuss. We always had something different to the other kids, which seemed a matter of pride to both auntie and mum.

Jake was happy to spend the rest of the night in his onesie, however, I was too hot in mine and after wearing it for just a few minutes told auntie that I needed to change back to my shorts.

“Oh, I’m sorry Simon, I forgot… your mother told me you needed to wear… erm… protection at night…”

I felt that the world had opened up to swallow me, why would mum tell Aunty Rose… she knows I can take care of myself. At that moment I was angry at mum for what I saw as betraying a secret but auntie didn’t seem judgemental, she just nodded and said.

“So let’s get you organised.”

As she ushered me into my bedroom I was trying to say that I could do it myself but she had already started pulling diapers, plastic pants, cream and lotions from the cupboard.

“Your mum said that you prefer cloth diapers to sleep in… is that right?”

“It’s OK auntie… I can do it myself… I am…”

“Not to worry, let’s get you in these things and then we can watch TV for a while.”

It is hard to protest against anything that auntie does because she is such a whirlwind for getting things done. She’d sorted through the diapers and had them spread out on my bed in a matter of moments, then had me powdered and pinned into a thick diaper the next second. She folded the material into a triangle and, unlike mother who used two diaper pins at my hips, auntie folded all the points of the triangle to meet in the center and used one big pin to hold it together. She then asked me if one diaper was enough. I just nodded and she held up a couple of different colored pairs of pants and asked which I preferred. She ended up pulling a pair of pale blue ones up and then asked if I needed anything else.
I shook my head and tried to put on a pair of my boxer shorts, it was a struggle but eventually I had them over the slippery material and together with a pale blue t-shirt joined Jake who was sitting on the sofa, growling as he watched a nature program about bears.

Jake looked brilliant in his dinosaur onesie but had fallen asleep within five minutes so auntie took him off to bed. Once she’d got him settled we sat watching a comedy together and it was nice to have her around. She let me crawl up next to her and snuggle into her lap where she put a comforting arm around me and gently stroked my hair. I too was quite sleepy but managed to stay awake until the end of the program when she led me to my room, kissed me goodnight and said, as I was dropping off, that she’d make me something special for tomorrow.

Saturday morning Jake was picked up by the Munroes, as their son James was having a play day and then a sleepover that evening. He disappeared off with his backpack, complete with dinosaur onesie which he wanted to show off to his friends and we didn’t expect to see him again until Sunday afternoon.

So it was just me and auntie, who took me shopping with her to the mall. She bought several items, some fabric, various patterns and other bits and bobs – none of which I took much notice of, but the best bit was having lunch in the food court. It’s rare that I’m allowed burgers, mum doesn’t let us eat what she calls ‘junk food’ even though I quite like it, so this was a treat I really enjoyed; burgers, French fries, a caramel milkshake and a toy, what better way was there to spend lunchtime?

The toy was a rocket, which I decided was more appropriate for Jake, so slipped it into my shorts pocket, where I could feel the double pair of pull-ups I’d put on myself that morning (after another wet-free night) before auntie came in to check. Yes, I was up and dressed and playing the new game on my Xbox when she eventually got up, so I didn’t have to do any explaining… she could see the diaper on top of the pail was dry.

When we got home the weather had clouded over and it looked like it might rain so I settled in front of the TV, hooked up the Xbox and played my game all afternoon. Auntie had found mum’s old sewing machine and set about making something, I suspected it was new drapes as mum had mentioned in the past that we needed some new ones for the spare room… and that’s where auntie was sleeping now.


The new Xbox game was fantastic and I didn’t appreciate how quickly time passed, when auntie called me for dinner, it had gotten quite late. However, without being aware, when I got up to go to the kitchen I suddenly realised I had wet myself. The double pull-ups were quite sodden and my shorts seemed to be as damp as the rest of me because I hadn’t been wearing any plastic pants. I wanted to avoid auntie seeing me so, rushed to the bathroom to change as quickly as I could. However, the smell of pee is quite distinctive and auntie noticed before I had even reached the bathroom door.

“Hold it young man.” She ordered and I stood rooted to the spot. “What have you done?”

“Sorry auntie… erm… I’ve…erm… accidently… err…” and turned around to show her my bulging soaked shorts.

“Now, that is unfortunate…” she said without any malice or anger, “let’s get you washed up and changed so we can then eat.”

I stripped out of all my clothes, and at auntie’s insistence, took a long shower. When I reappeared in my bedroom auntie was waiting for me and for one moment I wondered if she was going to spank me. Why I wondered this I wasn’t sure but since the Buddy incident, I suspected that I’d be punished at some point for wetting. That wasn’t the case. Auntie just made sure I was clean and dry and had those triangles of diaper fabric lain out on my bed. I didn’t feel I was in a position to argue my independence and let her powder me. She told funny stories about when I was a baby and she used to change me. While rubbing some oil into my groin she remembered an incident when the oil had squirted everywhere, which had us both laughing. She had more memories as the powder rained down on me and any embarrassment I might have had with my auntie changing me evaporated with each burst of the giggles. She put one diaper around me and fastened it, then, as she said, just to be sure, she tightly pinned a second one over the first. She pulled the thick rubber pants over them all and it looked massive and I worried about how I was going to be able to walk but then she produced another item I wasn’t expecting.


I thought she’d bought me a new t-shirt, it was pale yellow with blue cuffs and she told me to hold my hands up. I did as I was told and she pulled it over my head, fed my arms in and slowly unravelled it down my body. When she got slightly passed my immense diaper the fabric stopped and I saw that there was more to it. There were little studs across the two sides of the fabric and when she pulled them together, they fastened between my legs.

“I know you prefer to have your legs uncovered when you sleep,” she said taking in my surprise, “so, I made you these and hope you like them.”

This all happened so fast. One minute I’m in the shower, the next I’m bound in an ultra-thick diaper and fastened into a short-legged onesie. It felt like it was gripping my diaper and pushing it up into my body. The legs of the rubber pants could just be seen but overall the item was very effective in holding everything tightly in. Auntie explained that the studs were for easy release so that if I did wet myself, I could be changed quickly. I remembered that Jake had a few of these little easy-change onesies when he was a baby, and they fastened in the same place for exactly the same reason. I wasn’t sure why auntie had made me a grown-up version but, after my initial shock, I thought it was quite cool and bet that Kenny would love something like this. After all, hadn’t he dreamt of me wearing something like this already?


With just Auntie Rose and me, it was a very relaxed evening. After the meal, which I must admit felt funny sitting at the table in my excessively padded onesie, we settled down to a night of watching TV. Although I had a slight waddle if I walked, once I was sitting on the sofa, snuggled up against auntie, it all seemed perfect. Auntie had me laughing when she came up with a game as we watched TV. Every time a certain word was spoken, or we spotted a red car, we had to make a silly noise. Auntie came up with some fantastic sounds that had us both rolling around the sofa hardly able to contain ourselves and often missing great chunks of the show as we tried to pull ourselves together.

Later she went off to make my favourite drink, hot chocolate milk and on her return I was surprised to see what she’d put it in – a baby’s bottle. I looked at her in bewilderment and wondered why she thought I’d drink from a something like that.

“That’s not mine…” I tried to explain. “I don’t need a bottle… I’m not a baby”

“Oh sorry Si. I saw it in amongst your diapers and plastic pants and thought it might be something you used… occasionally.” She offered as a reasonable reason.

I looked at her dumbfounded. I’d just said I wasn’t a baby yet here I was wearing diapers, rubber pants and a snap on onesie, no wonder she thought it was appropriate.

“Look,” she tapped the sofa next to her beckoning me closer, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to… but… I think you’d enjoy it… aaaannnddd…” she drew out the word, “it would be like it was when I used to look after you when you were a little baby.”

She smiled and again invited me to come and sit next to her. “But I’m not a little baby auntie. I don’t want to be a little baby…”

She shrugged her shoulders, “It’s OK Si… I know you aren’t… but… to me you are the sweetest boy I know.” She tapped her lap and invited me to sit there. “I would love to feed you this lovely bottle of chocolate milk like I used to.” I still wasn’t too sure. “It’ll be fun… there’s no one here except you and me so I won’t tell anyone if you don’t… and I think you’ll enjoy it.”

She could see me wavering so held out her hand, which I took, and gently pulled me onto her lap. She hugged me close and patted my diapered bottom and said what a lovely boy I was. I snuggled up close and once she knew I was ready brought the bottle to my lips and let the rubber teat slip between them.
As I sucked in the warm liquid she started gently rocking me and whispering encouraging words, which soothed me as much as the milk.

It was delicious and as I sucked in more I suddenly remembered some of Kenny’s words about why he liked being a baby. He felt… safe… and right at that moment I could completely understand his point of view because I also had never felt so safe.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 7

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Kenny Part 7

This story is written by Les Lea

Mum woke me for school in the morning. Still half asleep I wasn’t fully aware of what I was wearing but I knew I’d had a rough night. To begin with I could still detect the aroma of mum’s baking session, the sweet warm smell being very comforting. However, there was a distant-dream at the back of my mind that had disturbed me but I couldn’t quite remember any of the details. Still, once the drowsiness had lifted and I grasped I was in my own room, in my own bed, my unintentionally exploring fingers made me realise that underneath the smooth rubber… I’d wet myself. I gave a huge sigh of resignation just as mum came in to make sure I was up and I recognised another, not so delicious, aroma.

As I sat with my legs dangling over the bedside she could see the slight pained expression on my face and, typical of mum, had deduced the problem.

“Are you wet?”

I gave her a self-conscious nod and she came over and sat by me. I’m sure the smell alerted her to just how big the problem was.

“I had a terrible dream…” she hugged me close, “I guess I must have been scared.” I reasoned. “I’m sorry mum… it won’t happen again… I promise.”

At that moment Jake appeared at the door. Not being awake when I arrived home he wanted to know all about my weekend and to tell me about his sleepover. He saw me sat there in thick rubber pants and mum hugging me… the tears in my eyes were through sheer embarrassment, although now my younger brother knew about my soiled diaper I felt even more humiliated.


After being comforted by mum for a while I eventually went to the bathroom to remove my night time protection. At least the bed hadn’t been ruined so I felt some relief that mum didn’t have to do any special washing. I slipped out of my rubber pants, pulled off the nasty disposable and climbed into the shower. As I let the soothing spray ease my shame mum came in, gathered up the mess and removed it without me being conscious that she’d even been in the room.

As she did every day, mum had got my school uniform ready. My shirt was ironed, my shorts pressed, my tie pre-tied and my blazer checked and sponged clean of any stains, it was all waiting on the chair next to my desk. She had put my underpants on top of the pile, as they are the first things I climb into when getting dressed. I paused a moment, wondering if I wasn’t taking too much of a chance about not having any more accidents. I knew the odds of me wetting at school were minimal but… my confidence had suffered a serious blow and I didn’t want to take any risks. I knew I didn’t have any diapers left but none-the-less I checked my secret hiding place (where I’d hidden Kenny’s wet diaper all that time ago) just to make sure I hadn’t missed any he’d bequeathed on that visit. I knew I had secretly used them already, so it was silly to check but, and I don’t know why I had this need, I thought it would be safer to wear a diaper to school. I went over to my underwear drawer and thought about putting several pairs of those on over each other. To my surprise mum had washed and dried my plastic pants from my dirty accident a few days earlier and had put them away with the rest of my briefs.

I wasn’t sure what to make of this turn of events except, well, to be truthful, I was so happy to see them there and thankful that mum hadn’t just thrown them away in error… or disgust. I thought perhaps she knew I wanted to keep them but at that moment, all I really knew was that I’d put a couple of extra pairs of undies on and then wear the plastic pants over them… that way… I’d feel relatively protected and safe.

Sat at the breakfast table eating my cereal I could hear a slight rustling every time I moved but neither mum nor Jake seemed to pick up on it. I thought I might just get away with it.


It felt strange. Well it felt tight really. The extra briefs I was wearing, topped by my plastic pants made me constantly aware that I had added this protection because I was terrified of wetting myself in public. I know I’d only accidentally done so a couple of times so far but I didn’t want it to happen again and until I was more confident of my bladder, I wanted to take this simple precaution. However, Kenny was in class and he was back in diapers, I could see the bulge under his shorts and when he bent down or over to do something, his plastic pants were very obvious. I didn’t realise how obvious mine were until Gregg Wilson poked his finger up my shorts leg hole, hooked it under the elastic cuff of my plastic pants and pulled at the slippery material. He laughed as he exposed my not so secure security revealing to all part at least of what I was wearing.

As I flushed a deep shade of red, Miss Pendle told Gregg off saying that we (that meant all the children in class) don’t go around trying to embarrass other pupils. However, the cat was out of the bag (a saying I’d heard my mum use) so there was no point in denying it I just had to battle through any ridicule or insults. It didn’t happen. Kenny came and put a comforting arm around my shoulder and there was a general hiss of annoyance at Gregg’s actions. I couldn’t believe it. In fact, more boys were offering their support and it was Gregg that was teased. He didn’t take it very well and started to cry his apologies but he was, well at least until the lunch break, the one made to feel embarrassed.

At lunch I told Kenny what had happened that night and how I’d had a bad dream, which had ended up with my ‘accident’. I explained that, as I didn’t have any disposables left I had to make do as best I could. As we walked to the lunchroom together I could hear both of us softly rustling in our plastic pants. I felt really close to my best friend again, we now had this connection and, perhaps oddly enough, I would have been just as happy with more bulk on show like he had. As I told him of my search that morning for protection he nodded in agreement, smiled then tucked into his lunchbox and produced a couple of cookies.

“Your mummy makes the best cookies,” and he handed me one. “I ate two this morning at breakfast, even mummy and daddy had some, and they loved them as well.”

As I took the one offered the memory of my dream came flooding back.


I was in what appeared to be a hospital. It was a circular room and there were beds all around, like a clock face. The beds had people from the lake in them, well the kids at least. Buddy and Tim and another I couldn’t quite identify were face-down, naked and with the bottoms looking very red as if they had received a very harsh spanking. All the other kids were facing upwards and were naked apart from wearing huge diapers and blue plastic ruffled pants. Everyone was stuck, they couldn’t move, though I didn’t know if they were tied down or if something else was holding them, but all they could do was move their heads. Faceless nurses came in and gave every one a cookie and a bottle of warm milk, which they had to suck like a baby because they couldn’t move their arms. Meanwhile, Buddy, Tim and the other boy had their spanking resumed, so no cookies for them. As the nurses fed all the other patients the milk and cookies, I was left on my own with a blue pacifier stuck in my mouth, which for some reason, as I took in the scene, I was sucking on furiously.

I was wearing a blue short-legged onesie (but it didn’t have a duck like the one Kenny had dreamed about), it was however, very tight around my crotch. I could see a huge bulging diaper, which was covered by a pair of enormous plastic pants with cartoon characters all over them. I realised they were the same style as the toddler by the lake had worn. However, these were massive and obvious because the onesie, which was fastened between my legs, pulled it up and that just emphasised how colossal my padding was. Then Kenny arrived, wearing a white footed onesie that made him look like a rabbit. He had a huge cookie in his hand and he was offering it to me.

I guess that was the trigger to my memory.

The problem was, as I ate the cookie it got bigger and bigger but I had to keep eating it. The baby bottle full of warm milk I was sucking on between each bite was also getting larger and my belly was getting fit to burst. Kenny was insisting that I finish it up so we could go and play, but my belly began to cramp and I could think of only one-way to ease the pain. I reluctantly did a giant poop. The relief was fantastic and it seemed to release all the other patients from their immobility and they walked… or more precise… faded away. However, the bulging diaper had also expanded and I was worried about how I would be able to walk, never mind play out, with Kenny. He was telling me not to worry, it would all be OK and that we would have some fun at school…

A distant command to wake-up…time for school, brought me out of the hospital and into my own bed.


Kenny didn’t seem put off by my dream. As we munched on our cookies he tried to help me understand it. Well, understand is perhaps too big an idea, he suggested possible reasons for it. The weekend had been full of experiences and events, the like of which had never happened to me before. The biggest thing in my past was the actual move we’d made for my mum’s job. I did find that a bit traumatic, especially the new school with the uniform and all its rules, but it hadn’t given me nightmares or even a dream of any kind.

It was terrific listening to Kenny, he was full of ideas, and sat next to him, with our bare knees touching and knowing we were both wearing our protection, his more so, lifted my previous feelings of embarrassment completely. As always, when I see his diaper I just want to touch, stroke and feel its bulk and get a thrill from fondling his silky plastic pants. As he talked I tentatively ran my fingers up the leg of his shorts and tickled his inner thigh, whilst also stroking the plastic cuff. He spread his legs a little wider to give me better access but carried on talking about all the possibilities… as he saw them.

All too soon we were back in class but, joy of joy, I got my first straight ‘A’ for my composition “A Fantastic Weekend” that I’d written that morning. Miss Pendle liked it so much she asked me to read it out and because I was so proud of what Kenny and I had done, I lost all my natural shyness to address the class and happily shared our experience with them all. It was great to see 20 faces all taking an interest in what we’d done. The fact that I was standing in my school shorts and they all knew about my plastic pants didn’t seem to make any difference, and the occasional comment of “wow”, “fantastic” or just the sound of an intake of breath from my audience (and the appreciative smile from Kenny because he was mentioned all the time) filled me full of a confidence I didn’t know I had. I even got some applause when I finished… though I didn’t mention in my story what we’d had to wear to sleep in.


School was actually proving really good for me. At my other one I’d not been a very successful student and (according to the teacher’s report to my mum on Parent’s Evening) my early grades were very poor. So, when I got home with an ‘A’ on my story my mum was so pleased she put it up on the fridge as a reminder. In fact, during my relatively short time at Oakland, my grades had improved dramatically and I was now, like Kenny, in the top stream.

Once home I stripped out of my uniform and, as we were still experiencing a warm spell, slipped into my thin white gym shorts and t-shirt. I put my layers of underpants to wash and returned the plastic pants to the drawer. Over our evening meal, which consisted of some of mum’s fantastic cooking, I read my ‘A’ rated masterpiece to my audience of two and again it was received very well. I know mum is a fabulous baker but somehow, because there was praise from Kenny and his family, it all tasted so much better and I was full of compliments for mum’s efforts. Jake seemed to have forgotten about his sleepover as he bombarded me with questions about the lake. He tried to make mum promise that we’d all go up to stay sometime soon. Mum nodded and said it was a great idea and that we probably would manage it … at some point. This seemed good enough for Jake and he came to my room to find out more of what to expect… ‘Did I think they’d have fireworks?’… ‘Did I think the jets would be still around?’ The questions were almost nonstop until mum, said it was time for bed.


She took Jake off to the bathroom to supervise his washing and teeth cleaning regime; sometimes he was very sparse with his toothbrush and even less thorough with the wash-cloth. Once he was ready and in his PJs, like she does for me, she organise his school clothes so that there was no last minute panic in the morning. Once she’d settled and kissed him goodnight she came in to me and said she thought we should ‘talk’. I was immediately apprehensive and felt a chill run up my back.

She told me she’d been speaking to Mrs Morrison about the trip and they’d talked about the protection Kenny and I had worn on a night. She saw the worried look on my face so put her arm around my shoulders to comfort me. I couldn’t look her straight in the face as I realised what I thought was a secret was now known to everyone… everyone being my mum. She tried to keep the conversation light but with each mention of the thick fabric diapers and rubber pants, my eyes became fascinated by what was on the ground. Even my bare toes appeared to be curling up in shame.

Mum, as always, was fantastic. She saw what had happened as a sensible precaution and that I should have nothing to worry about but she wanted to know if I was happy wearing such things. I was reluctant to admit anything but I eventually nodded and sobbed with relief. Mum held me tightly and said:

“In that case… I have something for you… should you decide it’s something you want to do.”

Mum took my hand and we moved over to my big closet. She opened it up and there was a huge package on one of the shelves. She asked me to open it. It was a pack of pull-ups for older boys. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to reject the idea of going back into such childish items of underwear, whilst the other side of me desperately wanted to slip straight into a pair.

Mum said that after the morning’s ‘messy’ experience she had sought some advice from Kenny’s mother and she had suggested that I be given free rein to choose for myself what I wanted to do… if ‘indeed anything’. Mum made it clear that she wasn’t forcing anything on me but, as she noticed the plastic pants missing, and had realised I was wearing more underwear than usual that morning that perhaps, just perhaps, I was worrying over something that I need not have to.


I cried. Mum was so loving and understanding. She wasn’t angry, she didn’t think there was something wrong with me, she just… knew. I was so grateful to her right then and sobbed in gratitude and, I suppose, relief. She held me close stroking my hair and let me get my young emotions under control before she said that I should get ready for bed. I felt worn out and was desperately in need of sleep but she left my room, letting me decide for myself what I thought I needed to wear.

I toyed with just wearing my usual t-shirt and boxers, did I really want to be wearing pull-ups, would I be admitting to something I wasn’t ready to admit to? These were questions I was afraid to answer, however, I pulled apart the folded pull-up, it had a cartoon racing car on the front, and examined it.
It appeared to be thinner than the disposables I’d worn and considerably thinner than the fabric diaper I’d worn at the lake. I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. Although it was slightly bulkier than my briefs, they looked just the same. I thought that I could wear these to school if I had to and no one would know but I realised that if I did have another accident, on the scale of my last one, these wouldn’t help much.

I was feeling sleepy so I just pulled my plastic pants over them and crawled into bed, I didn’t even bother with my boxers.

In the morning I was horrified – I’d done it again. Despite my promise to mum that I wouldn’t, my pull-up was soaked and messy and the plastic pants had offered little protection. My bed was in a state and I couldn’t blame it on a nightmare because I couldn’t remember having one, I must have just… done it. I knew I couldn’t hide it from mum but I also had no idea how to tell her without alerting Jake to what had happened. I didn’t have to worry. Jake came into my room and, wrinkling his nose, wanted to know what the smell was. He called out to mum that “Simon’s pooped himself” and once she arrived he hung around in the doorway to see what would happen next.

Mum shook her head in disbelief although she could see that I’d taken some kind of precaution but that the pull-ups weren’t going to be good enough for such accidents. Jake was standing in his shorty PJs and didn’t quite know what to make of his older brother covered in poop and crying about it. Mum told him to go and get ready for school but he was fascinated at what had happened. Mum insisted that he “move or else”, which sent him scurrying off, but she appeared to be at a loss as to what to do next.

I didn’t help as I was lost in sobbing and in my apparent disgrace – I had done something which I hadn’t since I was a baby and failed at being her grown-up son. As I cried I wondered if it was something I’d ‘caught’ from Kenny. Was I now going to be a big baby, wondering around in diapers and protective pants for the rest of my life? What was I to do?


Jake had to catch the school bus on his own, with a stern warning from mum not to speak or discuss what had happened to me with anyone… not even a teacher. She put in a call to school telling them I was unwell and that she was keeping me home and then put a call in to Kenny’s mum. I didn’t hear all the conversation, just little bits from what mum said but I could tell mum was worried.

It was lucky that Mrs Morrison was on late shift that day and came round to help mum with me. She brought diapers, disposables, plastic and rubber pants and an assortment of lotions, creams and powders and set them out in the living room. Although mum had cleaned me up before she arrived, I was sitting at the table in my boxers and t-shirt terrified I might wet or poop again. Mum could see the worry on my face and my constant apologising at putting her out and missing work didn’t seem to be helping.

Mum and Mrs Morrison decided that to help allay my obvious distress I should be put into a thick cloth diaper and heavy duty rubber pants, just so I would stop worrying (and in case the worst happened). Of course Mrs Morrison had changed me recently and wouldn’t have batted an eyelid at doing so again but she obviously didn’t think it was her place with my mum there. However, she encouraged mum to take charge and to get on with the job in hand. As usual, mum was very cheery as she stripped me out of my clothes, wiped and oiled the relative part of my body and then jokingly sprinkled loads of powder all around it. Mrs Morrison passed her a thick cloth diaper and within seconds I was tightly pinned in and covered in a substantial pair of rubber pants. Strangely, I did feel less panicky once I was dressed that way and felt able to move about the house. I went to my room to play, whilst the two women in my life discussed what was to be done.

Again, I wasn’t in the room for that conversation but, after about two hours, Mrs Morrison left and mum gave the impression of being a bit more certain about what was to be done. I waved Kenny’s mum off and she told me that he’d call me when he got home from school. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know but I suppose he (and the Morrisons) had become like family, so maybe there was no need for secrets.


The rest of the day passed without incident; mum worked at her desk, while I played on my Xbox in my room or watched TV. The thick diaper was a constant reminder of what I’d done but even the bulk between my legs that hindered my walking… or cute waddle as mum put it (I think she was trying make the experience easier for me to cope with) didn’t depress me like I imagined it would. I suppose in some way the experience of having to wear such thick diapers and pants up at the lake had prepared me for just this event. I did feel a lot safer knowing that if I did have an accident… it would all be contained… and that was a relief.

In fact, suddenly I realised what Kenny had been telling me; that all the extra care was really very nice. The hugs, the cleaning, the kisses, the constant attention and words of approval, I could happily get used to. What I looked like mattered less and I found more and more comfort dressed in my diaper, which was probably just as well as I couldn’t find any of my pants or shorts with enough room to contain it all. The bulk I could see in a positive way, the texture of the rubber I enjoyed getting used to and my mum looking at me with concern but love in her eyes… made me very grateful.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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Kenny Part 5

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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.

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Chapter 4

Chapter 6

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Kenny Part 4

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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.

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Chapter 3

Chapter 5

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Kenny Part 3

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Sunday morning was always a big breakfast morning! At the table mum didn’t even notice the switch. If she did she never mentioned it or gave a look of disapproval as we tucked into the filling meal. She hoped that Kenny had had a goodnight’s sleep, I think she was trying to find out if he’d wet or not, but I got a nudge and a smile from Kenny for me to answer, after all, I was now Kenny! Mum was busy and had her back to me as I answered nervously that it was a dry night so… no leaks. She nodded in acknowledgement and carried on with her washing–up or whatever she was doing at the sink. It was a strange feeling being padded at my own table and I had to wriggle in my seat to try and get comfortable, I felt sorry for Kenny if this was how he felt all the time when he was diapered even though he said he was used to it. However, despite that initial feeling, there was something, a connection, that I liked and the special bond we had was growing as I became more at ease in my new underwear.

Throughout breakfast he had a huge grin on his face… bigger than usual… he looked so happy. We managed to answer my mum’s questions and as often as I could I’d answer as Kenny and he answered for me, Jake had no idea what was going on. After breakfast we played outside and had a game of kick about. We had a decent sized garden and we backed onto some fields so had plenty of space. Kenny was a very good soccer player he was even in the school team. Unfortunately, I liked the game but had no skill so it was more kick and run for me and Jake… although he was slightly better at it than me. Some of my brother’s school friends arrived and soon we had a bunch of kids kicking and screaming their heads off as we charged around after the ball. The thickness between my legs was a constant reminder I was wearing something of Kenny’s but it seemed less uncomfortable when I ran about than when I had been sitting down. Kenny (or perhaps that should be Simon) was very attentive and often seemed to be checking and stroking my bottom as we tackled each other or even just coming into contact as we went for the ball. He looked to be enjoying the fact that I was padded and in his worn diaper because, with his wonderful smile, he kept asking me how I was feeling. With all the constant running around I had to keep jerking my shorts up as they kept sliding down the plastic pants. Often the diaper bunched up and needed to be hoisted back into a more comforting position but I just did these things automatically. All the kids must have seen my ‘protection’ but no one reacted; perhaps they were waiting until they were out of earshot before they commented.

Neither mum nor the neighbors seemed to be bothered about the noise as more kids from the estate appeared from nowhere and got involved. We’d never had this many people at our house, even if Jake did seem to know everyone, and it was funny that some of them were calling me Kenny and calling Kenny Simon because that’s what we were shouting to each other. I know it stupid but we laughed every time someone got our name wrong (or should that be right?).


Towards lunchtime the gang began to thin out and even Jake disappeared with a couple of his friends over to a neighbors house. Despite the big breakfast we were both hungry after the hectic game and made our way to the kitchen to see if mum had prepared anything. Just as we got to the door a car pulled up and it was Kenny’s mum coming to collect him. He waved to her and she waved back and within moments she was hugging and kissing her son and asking if he’d been a good boy. I noticed that as they spoke she patted his bottom, to check his diaper I suppose, but he whispered something to her and she smiled and kissed the top of his head. My mum came out to greet her and whilst they chatted we went off to my room to get his things.

Mum had already re-made my bed so the place was pretty tidy consequently, all he had to do was roll up his unused sleeping bag and shove a few of his things away in his backpack. I checked in the bathroom to make sure he hadn’t left anything in there. The only thing was the baby powder was still out from when I’d diapered him the day before so I put it back in the cabinet. I guess mum left it out in case he needed it again and I was thankful that she’d cleaned up the powdery mess we’d made the day before… without telling us both off. Back in my bedroom he made no move to change out of my clothes so I guess I was going to be wearing his in future, which after a morning of activity, I’d gotten used to anyway. His mum had told him she was in a rush so we didn’t have much time for good-byes but he hugged me and said that he would check with his ‘mummy and daddy’ but hoped to have me over to his place before too long. As a ten year-old I found calling his mom ‘mummy’ a bit childish but it didn’t seem to bother Kenny. In some ways he was very young but in others, he was so grown up. We’d had so much fun I was really sorry that he had to go but we’d be seeing each other at school the following morning so it wasn’t that bad.

I was a bit down after Kenny left and riding my bike on my own wasn’t that much fun. In fact, the diaper was really bunched up so I went up to my room to change. I stripped down to just the diaper and plastic pants and looked in the mirror. The plastic pants had moulded themselves to my body and looked shiny and tight but there was no denying that there was a disposable hidden underneath. I turned so I could see my reflection from all different angles and the slightly bulky outline I found I didn’t mind at all. I thought of how Kenny had to wear this type of thing on a regular basis and I could see why he liked doing so. My experience was really only for a few hours but I did like the look, and, I had to admit, as I smoothed my hands over the padded area, that the glossy softness of the plastic was particularly nice.

I was in two minds; should I keep wearing them or change into something else? If I kept wearing them there was a chance that mum would notice and start asking questions I didn’t think I could answer and besides that, I thought I’d be more comfortable wearing a pair of my white gym shorts around the house like I often did when the weather was hot. Alternatively, if I kept the padding on, no one would be in any doubt about the fact I was diapered. So, that decision was made and I slowly peeled down the plastic pants, neatly folded them and put them in the draw near Kenny’s soiled diaper I’d hidden earlier. The disposable I was wearing was a bit far gone to keep. It was lumped together, very wet (although I don’t think I’d peed in it) and I doubted if it could have been worn again, after all Kenny had worn it all night and I’d worn it for most of the day. I pulled on my little white gym shorts and a clean white t-shirt and joined mum and Jake watching TV, though not before I’d hidden the very used diaper deep in a garbage sack and, with a slight regret, thrown it into the bin outside.


Mrs Morrison had left a nice big box of chocolates for my mum as a little ‘thanks’ for coming to her ‘emergency’ rescue. So, later in the evening, as we all sat watching TV, Jake and I helped mum demolish each yummy layer. As it was school the following day, we were both ordered to take a bath and have an early night. Mum got it ready for Jake to go first but once he was in and playing with his toys I thought I might as well get in as well. We hadn’t taken a bath together for quite some time but I suppose, with the closeness I’d experienced with Kenny, I was happy to share with my brother. He didn’t seem bothered as we managed to play a rather convincing war game with his plastic boats and submarines. A lot of noise and splashing later and mum came in to dry Jake off. He looked so sweet as mum wrapped him in a huge towel and dried him down. She had his clean PJs waiting and got him dressed all ready for bed as I still lounged in the tub. She escorted him to his room, tucked him in, kissed him goodnight and I heard her say that it was “straight to sleep… no reading or games”.

I was just about to get out and dry myself when mum came back in. “I like Kenny,” she said with a smile on her face. “He’s very grow-up, despite his slight problem. He seems to be able to manage it very well.”

I didn’t know whether to get out of the bath or stay where I was while mum chatted but she got another huge towel ready and inferred that she was going to dry me the same as she had done Jake. This again was something we hadn’t done for what seemed like ages and I really loved the attention. Mum kept saying that she hoped we’d see more of Kenny and that I could invite him around again sometime if I wanted. She seemed glad of the diversion from her bank work as she went on about what a nice lady his mother was and what a fine looking man his dad was… I couldn’t speak or reply much because I was being jogged up and down as my mum vigorously rubbed me dry. Eventually she stopped and left me wrapped in the towel. She was very enthusiastic about the entire weekend but, she confessed, she was glad it was back to school for us in the morning.


Back in my room and wrapped only in the towel I sat at my desk and got my books ready for class. All the work I’d been assigned (which amounted to keeping a diary of the weekend) was done, my school clothes were pressed and waiting on the chair… when I suddenly thought about Kenny’s used diaper. I nervously went to retrieve it from its hiding place, a little worried that mum might come in and discover it and I still hadn’t thought of a decent excuse to explain how or why I had it. I lost my nerve and decided it could wait until I felt a bit more confident about bringing it out and perhaps, with a bit of time, mum would have forgotten all about it.

I noticed that mum had left my clean PJs on my pillow; a blue t-shirt and blue satin boxers with Disney character all over them. I remembered when I got them, I was so pleased I must have worn them nonstop for a month before I’d wear anything else. They were still up there amongst my favorites, if you can have a favorite pair of boxers that is. I shucked off the towel and slipped into my boxers… they felt soft, silky and wonderful. I pulled back my sheets ready to climb into bed and was surprised to see a couple of pairs of disposable diapers and a pair of clear plastic pants. I don’t know why but a shiver ran up my spine as I picked them up to be examined more carefully. Thankfully they were the same brand that Kenny wore so I assumed they had been left by him as a present and it wasn’t some clever move on my mum’s part to get me back into diapers. I wasn’t sure whether to put them on or not but decided against that for the time being, wishing instead to luxuriate in my satin boxers and think about how nice it had been to be rubbing up against Kenny.


Another thought entered my head and it was of the first time that Jake had appeared by my bedside in the middle of the night crying and scared by a storm. He was carrying his teddy bear, had a little white cotton undershirt on and was wearing a thick diaper. Why he hadn’t gone to my parent’s room, dad was with us in those days, I wasn’t sure. Perhaps, with them arguing all the time…? However, the storm had frightened him so he sought refuge with me. He was 2 and I was a grown-up 4 so I pushed back the blanket as a huge roar of thunder, which seemed to be right next door to us, crashed around the house and he burst into even more tears. I didn’t like to see my baby brother in distress (I still don’t) so he and his teddy climbed in and I held him while he settled down and his sobbing gave way to sleep. His little padded bottom rested comfortably in the hollow of my stomach as I hugged him close. Meanwhile, the flashes and noise slowly moved away and I was eventually able to fall asleep myself clutching his warm little body for comfort and reassurance.


My parents divorced less than a year later because dad went off with a woman from work. Mum found it quite difficult to begin with. Having two youngsters to cope with (I gather dad didn’t want to be bogged down with such responsibilities) must have been hard but we had my Auntie Rose, mum’s sister, staying with us and she helped out. Once she got Jake off to school mum went back to her job at the bank full time and, perhaps surprisingly, came up with a plan that saved it loads of money. She got promoted and was doing very well when head office wanted her to take the lead at a new branch, in another state. Mum said it was going to be an adventure when she told us we were moving but I guess… I didn’t expect it to lead to this.


I lay on my stomach and wriggled my hips against the mattress just as I had snuggled against Kenny. The feeling was awesome. I ran my hands over my satin boxers and the sensation was something I hadn’t expected. My little penis was reacting to something and my whole body shook in a pleasure I didn’t understand. Ohhh, this was something else, what was going on? I had no idea but, and don’t ask me why because I cannot give you a reason, I went to my draw, unfurled Kenny’s plastic pants, put them on, pulled my boxers over the top… and did it again. I kept up this action against my mattress until I fell asleep but I knew it would be something I wanted to try again.


The morning saw Jake and I waiting for the school bus to arrive. He looked like a smaller version of me as we both wore similar clothes; grey shorts, maroon blazer, school tie etc etc. Some of the other kids who went to different schools didn’t have to wear a uniform and we were occasionally the butt of some jokes. To begin with the taunts worried me but, as all the kids at my particular school had the same uniform it was less of a problem. However, on this day a much older boy accused the small group of us sitting together of looking like ‘a bunch of babies in our little short pants’ (if he only knew about my weekend wearing diapers) it did make me feel a little ashamed about my sudden, Kenny inspired, willingness to wear this particular form of protection. So, I squirmed in my seat but glad I had on my briefs under my school shorts, having decided that diapers, and anything else, might be best left to wearing at home and for ‘special occasions’.

The school year appeared to get more intense and class was becoming more difficult. I saw Kenny every day and when we could we’d play together but somehow our weekends never matched up as either he was doing something or I was. Thankfully, I had my disposables and plastic pants (which I am sure is why he gave them to me) as a constant reminder of him, so even when he wasn’t there, he was in some form. Almost every night I’d do the ‘rubbing thing’ that I’d taught myself and fall asleep having experienced a tingling sensation that flowed through my body. I couldn’t explain it, even to Kenny, but I decided that the next time we had a sleepover, I’d show him what to do.


Life in school continued and it appeared that Kenny wasn’t wearing any protection for a good number of weeks. He told me that he’d been dry now for longer than he’d ever been and wondered if his wetting episodes were now over. Night time protection was still there but he woke up every morning to a dry diaper so mummy and daddy (his words) were very pleased with him. He’d even been to the store with his mum and bought new underpants like the ones he got from me when we exchanged clothes. At lunchtime he showed me them, and although I was enthusiastic about them, I was also a little disappointed as I now regularly wore his plastic pants under my boxers to sleep in and he seemed to have moved on.

However, all that changed one morning when I got to class. Kenny was sat on the floor working with a group of other kids on a project and I could see that his shorts were almost bursting with the size of a huge diaper. There was no getting away from it Kenny was back in diapers and what a diaper it was too, every time he moved it could be seen. If he sat down his shorts rode up and the shiny plastic, holding back the thick diaper, was very visible. If he bent over it was on show for all to see but Kenny being Kenny, just carried on as if nothing had changed. I asked him what had happened and he told me that the night before he’d woken up during the early hours with his PJs full of pee and poo. It was the one time he had felt able to try to spend the night with no protection but it had… as he said… ‘explosive consequences’ (I think that must have been a term either his mum or dad had used). His parents assumed he must have eaten something to have caused such a reaction but he confided in me… swearing me to secrecy… as to what had actually happened.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 2

Chapter 4

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Kenny Part 2

This story is written by Les Lea

To begin with I couldn’t get used to wearing the diaper. It felt huge between my legs, the whole thing crinkled if I moved and my boxers, which I wore over them, were just too tight to be comfortable. I tossed and turned as I tried to explain my predicament to Kenny and he came up with a very simple remedy.

“Take off your boxers.”

I was stunned at the suggestion and thought I probably wasn’t allowed to do that with another boy in my bed but Kenny was smiling and convinced this was such an easy way to sort out my problem.

“All this protection might take a bit of getting used to,” he said, “I’ve had plenty of time to get used to them but it’ll probably feel better if you just wear the diaper.”

I cautiously pulled at the waistband of my boxers and eased them off. Kenny was correct as I immediately felt less restricted, although I was still nervous of being all-but naked in bed with my friend. In the darkness we spoke some more and he told me that when the weather was warm he often just wore a diaper to sleep in… especially if his parents were worried about his periods of wetting. I nodded in agreement now that I felt a little less uncomfortable. He then said that as a youngster, he often fell asleep in front of the TV and his dad would scoop him up, carry him to his little bed, undress him, put him in his diaper, kiss him goodnight and leave him to sleep peacefully. He looked at me with those big, all embracing eyes and giggled nervously when he added that he wasn’t always asleep.

I asked when his dad stopped doing that but Kenny grinned, shyly turned to one side and admitted he still did it. I was shocked that his dad seemed to be OK with his spells of wetting and having his son still wearing diapers, and if the truth is known, a bit jealous of having a father who would do that for his boy. He said at home he has various lotions, creams and powders rubbed into his diaper area to stop him getting a rash and although now he could do those things himself, he preferred it when his parents did it for him. He said that he loved it when his dad took charge like that… it was like being a baby again. He said that they chuckled a lot and his dad made it into a game but it seemed that both his mum and dad were happy to do what was needed for their little boy.

Again I was stunned but I didn’t doubt a word of what Kenny said; he had a problem and his family were keen to make as little fuss as possible as it was just a part of Kenny’s life and not some huge drama. ‘Drama’ that was another word he emphasised. It wasn’t a ‘drama’. He wet… so what? In the Morrison household it was something that happened, you dealt with it and then got on with life. It was only a drama if you made it one, so why not make it a fun part of life? Kenny said that with his dad’s job as a fire-fighter and his mum’s work as a nurse, both had seen people in really awful situations so they should be thankful for what they had… and, according to them, bed-wetting didn’t represent a trauma or a drama.

Eventually, with all my questions answered, we both drifted off to sleep… him snug in his pink pajamas and protection, whereas I was surprisingly now much more comfy wearing only a disposable covered with a pair of thick plastic pants.


I woke up in the early hours desperate for a pee. I didn’t want to disturb Kenny, who was fast asleep and, although I was wearing my protection, I really didn’t want to wet myself. It still felt a little strange having the diaper fitting me so tightly but I carefully climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. It felt weird standing in there wearing a diaper and plastic pants as I pointed my little penis at the bowl and I wondered what my mother would think if she saw me. The thought of peeing in my diaper had crossed my mind but, even standing at the bowl in full flow, I didn’t think I could have filled my disposable in that manner. However, once I’d finished, that particular thought disappeared and I was glad I had emptied my bladder in the ‘proper’ way and felt grateful for the relief.

As I returned to bed I could just make out Kenny’s outline in the moonlight. He must have moved a little as the sheet had fallen away from him exposing his pajama pants making his padded bottom really evident. The top of his disposable diaper clearly visible somehow made him look younger than he actually was but I was just glad to have my best friend with me. I cautiously climbed in beside him, desperately trying not to wake him up and found myself having to curl up, almost in his arms, to find a space to get comfortable again. Wearing only a diaper and a t-shirt to bed couldn’t have been that bad as once again I soon dropped off to sleep.


I woke up first. My friend, who was still fast asleep, had his arm draped across my waist and was breathing lightly into my face. I took a few moments to appreciate the vision in front of me but I could hear movement downstairs and knew that mum must be busy getting breakfast ready… and the phone was ringing.

As I got up Kenny sleepily stirred, stretching his arms and legs out in a huge morning yawn.

“Morning.” I nodded as I slipped from our bed to look for my clothes.

“Mmymmm…” he responded as he wiped sleep from his eyes.

As I tiptoed to my dresser in search of clean underwear Kenny asked if I was wet? I knew I wasn’t but instinctively felt down the front of my diaper. “No… I’m dry.” I paused then asked, “How about you?”

He looked a bit guilty as he nodded. There were no wet patches on his pajama pants so I suppose the protection had done its job, although I could tell he was a little disappointed that I hadn’t wet myself in the night like he had… and oddly enough, I felt like I’d somehow let him down. I stripped out of my plastic pants and diaper and pulled on a pair of briefs and shorts ready for the day ahead and asked if he wanted to have a shower or anything first. I wasn’t sure what he needed to do or even whether someone needed to come and change him. At that moment there was a knock on my bedroom door and my mum asking to come in. She didn’t wait for answer.

“Ah Kenny… that was your mum on the phone… asking if you could stay with us today and tonight as both your parents are dealing with emergencies. Your dad is at a big blaze so won’t be home today and your mum can’t get anyone at the hospital to change shifts with her.”

He looked at me and I was happy to have him stay another night. We both excitedly nodded.

“Good, I’ll call her back…. I hoped you’d be happy to stay a bit longer…I knew Simon would be.” She was just about to leave when she noticed Kenny’s padding.

“Are you wet?” she asked sympathetically.

“Mmmm… just a bit… but I haven’t leaked.” He defended himself.

“That’s alright Kenny… I know you have…” she didn’t finish that part of her sentence. “Do you need help changing?”

“No thank you Mrs Hudson… I’m all right… mmmm… do you have any baby powder… I think I’ve forgotten mine.”

“Yes, yes, I think we still have some in the bathroom. Show him Si while I get on with your breakfasts and let your mum know you’re happy to be staying with us.” She exited as swiftly as she arrived but I could hear her rousing Jake as she went on her way.


I took Kenny to the bathroom and showed him where everything was. There was all kinds of stuff in the cabinet and I was about to leave him to sort out what he needed to use after he’d had his shower when he asked me to get him a clean disposable from his backpack. By the time I arrived back, he was naked and about to climb into the shower. He asked me to wait until he’d finished and I assumed it was to stop Jake from barging in on him whilst he was busy cleaning himself up.

I sat on the toilet seat clutching a fresh diaper and a clean pair of clear plastic pants waiting for my friend to finish. Lying on the floor was his slightly discoloured diaper and plastic pants and I bent down, lifted them to my nose and inhaled. I’m not sure what I expected. I remember when Jake was a baby that diapers, pee and baby powder were the main smells in the house, so I wasn’t sure if Kenny’s wet diaper would be any different. There was only a very light smell of urine but what really got me was that they were still warm… and for some reason… I found that very exciting as my friend happily splashed under the shower. It didn’t take him long and soon had himself clean and dry. He asked me to spread the disposable out on the bathroom floor, which I did, and he lay out on it.

“OK,” he said, “get the powder and sprinkle it over me.”

I was taken by surprise by the request but like everything else that Kenny asked me to do… I did. I knew roughly the area that needed the powder so I had fun sprinkling loads all over him. We laughed as it seemed to be going everywhere as he rubbed it in. Eventually, after I’d given the container a huge squeeze, which sent a huge powdery cloud over Kenny’s belly, we thought there was enough of a coating to do the job. He then showed me how to pull the disposable tightly up between his legs, pull the sides firmly together and make sure the tapes fitted correctly so as not to let it sag. He stood up and gave me a little show as he paced up and down the bathroom like a model showing me what a good job I’d done… well at least it didn’t fall down. He then pulled on his clean plastic pants and we headed back to my bedroom for him to finish getting dressed. Like me he wore only a t-shirt and shorts ready for another hot day of playing out in the nearby fields.

We went down to breakfast where Jake was already absorbed in a cartoon on the TV as he ate his bowl of cereal. Kenny, who was holding a plastic bag containing his wet diaper, asked my mum where the best place to dispose of it was. She smiled, took it off him and said that she hoped he liked pancakes. They didn’t seem to be a problem as we both wolfed down the entire pile she had made.


Jake was happy with the news that Kenny would be staying with us for another night – I think he was still quite curious about all this diaper-wearing business. As we played I noticed him looking up the leg of Kenny’s baggy blue-checked shorts as we climbed trees, crawled in the grass and generally kept ourselves amused for the day. I have to say that I peeked a few times myself so my friend’s loose-fitting shorts provided another type of entertainment for both me and my brother. If Kenny knew, he didn’t seem to mind… I guess he was used to it… and us… by then.

When we went in for lunch I noticed that mum hadn’t actually got around to getting rid of Kenny’s used diaper, so, while she was dishing out the food I sneaked it up to my room and hid it. I’m not sure what I planned to do with it but I just wanted to keep that little bit of Kenny around for a while longer. I remember thinking how naughty I was being and wondered if I got caught, what mum would do. Would she shout, be ashamed, maybe even disgusted? Would I be punished in some way? I didn’t know… all I did know was that I wanted that diaper.


In the evening, because we knew mum had some catching up to do with work and needed a bit of peace and quiet to get it all done, we all played on my Xbox and watched a DVD in my room before it was time for bed. It had been a hectic day and despite pretending we boys were up for a late night, we were all pretty tired and ready for an early night. Jake had gone off earlier to get ready whilst Kenny and I played a bit more on the Xbox but he arrived back minutes later in his PJs and wanted a last turn. As he played we went off to the bathroom to brush our teeth and wash-up before bed.

Normally Jake is quite good at the games we had but he just wasn’t on the ball this time and kept losing. He got a bit crabby and moody so Kenny decided to tickle him to try and cheer him up. We both attacked him and in moments had the little guy rolling around the floor giggling and thrashing around trying to escape our poking and wiggling fingers. Unfortunately, with Kenny sat astride his chest and tickling under his arms and me tickling his un-socked feet, Jake had a little accident and peed himself… just a bit. I watched as the damp patch on his PJs spread and I told Kenny to hold off his tickle attack.

Kenny turned to see what the problem was and once he noticed looked back at Jake and as he got off him said sorry. Jake looked down at his wet patch and wasn’t sure what to do; tell mum, go to his room or rush to the bathroom. However, Kenny was already on it by offering him one of his disposable diapers if he wanted one. Jake looked horrified at the very idea but didn’t say anything only shook his head and ran off to his room. He must have thought we were going to make him have to wear it. I heard him slam the door.


That brought things to a close for the night and we decided it was bed time for us as well. Again Kenny was first to strip out of his shorts and t-shirt, quickly wrap himself in the disposable he’d offered to Jake, pull on his plastic pants, pajama bottoms and t-shirt and was already in bed before I even got started. I slowly climbed out of my day clothes and as I was doing that, wondered if I should get a diaper myself. I hadn’t been offered one but I knew that Kenny was happy the night before when I’d put one on. However, this time I simply pulled on my boxers and t-shirt and slipped in beside Kenny.

Clambering in behind him gave me the opportunity to draw him into my chest. There was no doubt that Kenny was lovely to cuddle up with and it brought back memories of when my scared little brother used to come and seek protection from the storm. As I put my arm around his waist, Kenny scuttled back and sighed as we were now like a pair of spoons. I cannot tell you how comforting it felt as his padded bum rested against my privates. It was nice to be able to feel the thickness and slippery covering as we lay so close together. In fact, this was loads better than wearing a diaper myself. Feeling my best friend in his cushioned protection slowly rubbing against my thin cotton underwear… well, I was in heaven, although innocent of the fact that this was the start of my own sexual awareness.

After a few minutes Kenny did something totally unexpected. He gently found my hand that was hugging his waist, pulled it up from the sheet that was covering us both and very tenderly kissed it. Then he found my thumb with his mouth and began softly sucking on it. I wasn’t sure what to do but as I was cheerfully pressed up against my best friend’s diapered bum, and every little movement from him gave me a thrill, I fell to sleep content at being his pacifier.

Again I woke up first. My hand was down the front of his pajama pants and I was slowly and unconsciously caressing his thick plastic covering. It felt soft, warm and silky and I snuggled up even more to my friend. I looked over his shoulder and saw that he was now sucking his own thumb and appeared to still be very much asleep. After a few minutes I needed to go to the toilet and thought that perhaps, had I been wearing last night’s protection, I might have just gone in them. However, I was only in my boxers so that wasn’t an option. I didn’t really want to stop gently stroking the front of his plastic pants, it just felt so pleasant, but the need to pee became stronger so I had to make the break.

When I returned Kenny was sat on the bed, he was still half asleep but had a half smile on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” I gently queried.

He pushed his hand inside the plastic protection and smiled again.

“I’m dry… and had the best sleep I’ve ever had.” He yawned. “I think I like sleeping with you… you’re much better than my plushies.”

I nodded in acknowledgement, if I still had my plushies I would be sleeping with them as well. Unfortunately, Jake took them when he was a baby and eventually, everything I had became his, such is having a younger brother. As I looked around for what to wear I noticed that Kenny had already piled some clothes on the bed next to him. I saw his clothes on the chair so knew that those on the bed must be mine.

He looked across at me, stretched and then added. “Can we swap clothes today?”

I wasn’t sure what to say… it was an odd request but he seemed enthusiastic on the idea. Yet, despite my ‘Erms’ and ‘buts and ‘ahhs’, he’d swiftly removed his night time outfit and was immediately pulling on my briefs, t-shirt and shorts. He obviously felt confident enough about having had a dry night that he thought he didn’t need his protection during the day. I just shrugged my shoulders in acceptance and went to get a clean pair of briefs for myself. Before I could do anything he passed me his warm diaper and plastic pants and motioned for me to put them on.

I shook my head but he just smiled that huge smile of his and said: “Go on… you be me today and I’ll be you.” I wasn’t sure about that idea but he was already having me step into the partly open disposable. “It’ll be fun.”

He quickly fastened the loose tapes into place then picked up the clear plastic pants and again assisted me into them. I wasn’t all that keen on this development but he was laughing and having such a good time getting me in to the things… and besides… it was all happening so quickly I had no time to protest. Finally, he finished dressing me by pulling his t-shirt over my head and handing me his loose-fitting blue checked shorts.

We stood in front of the mirror looking at our reflection and I have to say, I liked the two people who were staring back. He had his arm around my shoulder and I thought he looked pretty awesome dressed in my clothes. There was another sensation running through my ten year-old body and it could have been running through Kenny’s as well, we were being a bit naughty, a bit daring and we had this shared secret. I think this brought us even closer together. The thick diaper didn’t appear to show much under his baggy shorts so I wasn’t worried when he patted me on my padded bum, smiled and said.

“Well ‘Kenny’ let’s go down for breakfast.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Kenny Part 1

This story is written by Les Lea

It was another hot summer’s lunchtime and my new friend Kenneth Morrison and I walked up to the playing fields to lie in the sun. School was only a few yards away but up amongst the grassy sports area you felt like you were miles away. Other kids were there; some playing soccer, catch or just messing around, whilst others read books or relaxed in the mid-day heat. Kenneth and I found an empty area by the long jump sand pit and settled ourselves down to an hours worth of sunbathing before the lunch-break was finished and we had to return to our classes – the prospect of a sweaty afternoon in the classroom not making us want to hurry back anyway.

Kenneth was ten, the same age as me, and about my size, though he was blond to my dark. His white blond hair, fair complexion and blue eyes set him out as “different” to the rest of us. He had the knack of looking clean, poised and elegant even in his school uniform, whilst everyone else just looked like a bunch of untidy kids. He was my only real friend at school, for some reason I was reticent about making any new ones, but I did like being in his company; he was funny, generous and madly attractive.


Mum had been promoted and with that came relocation to another part of the country. Mum, me and my younger brother Jake had packed up all our worldly possessions and moved west but it seemed like another world. The bank mum worked for was the same, I suppose they’re the same everywhere but the school we were sent to was completely different. I was used to a relaxed approach – wearing jeans and a sweater, you know, normal clothes but at this one, we had to wear a strict uniform; maroon blazer, grey shorts, grey knee-length socks, school tie… it was the complete opposite to back home. School itself was more organised as well and it took a bit of adjusting to on my part.

Jake, being 8, didn’t seem to have any trouble adapting, while I was very self-conscious on my first day about wearing schoolboy grey shorts and, standing in front of the class while being introduced was, even though we were all dressed the same, embarrassing.

“This is Simon Hudson,” the teacher Miss Pendle told the 20 other boys sat looking straight at me, “he’s just moved to join us here at Oakland and I’d like you all to make him feel welcome.”

A chorus of “Hello Simon” followed and I smiled a very nervous smile. However, Kenny stood out even then; his white blond hair and a face that seemed to radiate a permanent smile set him apart from the others, whilst the slight wave of his hand in welcome seemed genuine and unlike anyone else. I sat feeling very anxious for the rest of the day but it was Kenny who made the first move to come and say ‘Hello’ personally and that was how we became friends.

After lying in the sun for a few minutes Kenny declared it was too hot and quickly whipped off his school tie and shirt. His pale tight chest looked like it could do with some sun, although there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his taut, boyish frame. I struggled with my tie and as I was doing so Kenny unbuttoned his grey school shorts and peeled them open a little. I was flabbergasted. Not because I was seeing him being so bold on the playing field – I had seen him naked many times before because we swam, did gym and played soccer together – no, it was because he was wearing a disposable diaper.

Actually, the top of his diaper was showing over a very tight pair of semi-transparent plastic pants and it was those which I saw first.

“Erm… do you wear diapers?” I asked the most obvious question as I sat gawping at what was before me.

“These are a new type mum bought,” he paused to run his fingers around the top, “they’re a bit larger than the ones she usually gets.”

I was confused as I’d never seen him wearing anything like them before and it was only now I was aware of their presence that I noticed the slight bulkiness to his shorts.

“Usually? Do you wear them regularly?”

“No not often… just if I have an accident at night and I wet the bed.” He said all this so matter-of-factly that instead of being shocked I was interested in what he had to say.

“Sometimes I pee myself… or worse,” he looked up at me to make sure I understood. I nodded. “I don’t know why I occasionally do but… I do.”

He paused again but this time he wasn’t looking straight at me he was looking down at his diaper.

“If I wet the bed, it has been known for me to wet myself at other times so…”

Now he looked into my eyes and waited for a reaction. I didn’t know what to say so he continued.

“Mummy, she’s a nurse,” I suppose he thought that explained quite a lot, “makes me wear a diaper to be on the safe side.”

“Is she punishing you?” I asked naively.

“Protection she calls it but I suppose there may be a bit of punishment in there as well… it’s been happening since I was a little kid so…. I’m used to it now.”

“Do the other kids know?”

“Some do… but as I’ve grown up with most of them… there’s not much they don’t know about me.”

He saw my unbelieving look because I knew, back at my old school, a boy his age wearing diapers… and plastic pants… would be ridiculed every minute of every day.

He continued, “I don’t have to wear them all the time, just if I have a ‘bed-wetting incident’.”

He said ‘bed-wetting incident’ as if he’d learned it off by heart as some kind of medical term for what happened.

“The plastic pants are to protect my other clothes, my shorts,” he pointed to them as if in explanation.

“Sometimes my involuntary wetting happens over a period of days… so… I have to wear these until mummy thinks it’s safe for me to go back into my usual underwear.”

“Do you mind? Does it feel strange?”

I just couldn’t quite comprehend what Kenny was going through or why he allowed himself to be put into diapers but I didn’t mention that at the time I was still curious.
“How much longer will you be in them?”

“Don’t know. If I’m dry for a couple of days… and nights… then she will decide but…” he looked me straight in the eyes again. “I really don’t mind… wearing a diaper is no different from wearing anything else.”

I’m not sure I agreed with him on that because, until that moment, I had never seen anyone, except my baby brother, wearing diapers outside. This was a first and a very unusual first at that. I was transfixed by the sight and by Kenny’s frankness. It obviously didn’t worry or upset him in the slightest and if the other kids knew, it had long since been of any interest to them. I just looked at him. No, that’s a lie, I actually just stared at Kenneth’s crotch and the strangely hypnotising diaper and smooth plastic pants that surrounded it.

“You like them?”

Kenneth asked and I must have nodded my response as I gazed disbelievingly at this unexpected revelation. He rolled over onto his stomach, pulled his shorts down a little further and the plastic pants, stretching over the slightly hidden diaper underneath, emphasised his shapely young bum. He ran his hands over them and kept saying how nice they felt to wear.

“Can I feel them?” I nervously asked.

“Of course,” he replied as if it was the most natural request in the world.

I tentatively ran my hand over the tight slippery material, caressing his tight young buns but not really thinking about that in a sexual manner, only to appreciate the feel of that protected area.

He turned over and I kept stroking the padded material, it felt warm, and soft, and exciting. My fingers gently slipped inside the waistband… and for me at least, the weather seemed to raise several degrees. I looked up but Kenneth’s eyes were closed… he seemed to be enjoying the sensation of my touch. I figured that if he wasn’t bothered then why should I as I delighted in tracing my fingers across the thickness of the smooth, shiny material.


The following day I noticed that the slight bulge in his shorts had disappeared and I asked if he was now out of his daytime protection. He nodded and for some reason, I felt a bit disappointed. I had become fascinated with Kenny’s problem and of course the fact that, as a result, he wore diapers and plastic pants, I wanted to know… and see… more but the opportunity to bring up the subject appeared to have passed. In gym he changed and was wearing the same style of briefs as the rest of the boys in the class and again I felt really disillusioned. I wanted to see my friend in his ‘protection’ and maybe learn a bit more. Perhaps feel them again because the night before… that was all I could think about as I fell asleep.

At lunchtime it was still hot and I suggested we go back to our sunbathing spot up on the playing fields. He agreed and as we ate our sandwiches I tentatively broached the subject of his diapers. I was worried in case he thought I was being too nosey but he didn’t seem to mind my questions. Again he answered everything I asked.
No, the doctor didn’t know why he wet.
Yes, he slept in them.
No, he didn’t mess on purpose.
Yes, his mum used to diaper him when he wore cloth diapers, but now he uses disposable ones he puts them on himself.
No, he isn’t afraid of what people might say.
Yes, he liked to wear them.

I was surprised that he admitted to that, so I wanted to know why. He said because he liked his parents making a fuss, he liked the bulkiness between his legs and he liked the way it made him feel. Safe.
Like him I was ten years-old but I’d never thought of anything the way he seemed to do and I think I was a little jealous of his experiences.


Mum was keen that Jake and I should make friends so, after a few weeks, I asked if Kenny could sleepover one night… she was delighted. On the Thursday I asked him if he’d like to come to my place to play and perhaps stay over for the night. He thought that would be a terrific idea but had better check with his parents first. A call from his mum to mine confirmed it and after school on Friday he went home to pack a few things before being delivered to us by his fire-fighter dad.

Mr Morrison was a tall, energetic, muscular man who, like his son, was all smiles when I and my family met him for the first time. As Kenny jumped from the car he was already shaking hands with my mum, ruffling Jake’s hair and on his way to say ‘hello’ to me. He was a bundle of energy and compliments as he steered his son towards us. As we boys went into the house he stood chatting to my mum for a few minutes before he waved his goodbyes, and disappeared back down the road.

Kenny had brought with him a backpack and a sleeping bag, which seemed a lot for an overnight stay. I was more than prepared for us to share my bed but… I hadn’t thought he might not want that. He dumped his stuff in my room, Jake and I had a room each, though my brother often came to join me in mine. In fact, ever since he was a toddler, Jake had been scared of thunder and lightning and had often found comfort with me at these distressing times. As the older brother I had to calm him, even though I was a bit scared of it all myself. My job was to look after my little brother and if he needed someone to cling onto when he was terrified, I was happy to do that for him. Besides, and I never admitted it to him, but his warm little body snuggling against mine as he slept was alleviating my fears as well.

My mum had said that we couldn’t exclude Jake and if he wanted to he had to be allowed to play with us. As Kenny was an only child it was something new for him to be involved in the way brothers interact with each other so, I was glad that he was happy for Jake to be included.


We almost wore ourselves out playing in the fields behind the house and as the shadows got longer we came in for food and to watch TV. Later, we were playing a board game in my room when mum shouted that it was time to get ready for bed. It was well past the time that Jake usually had to be in bed by but, because of our guest, he was allowed to stay up that little bit later. On mum’s orders he went back to his own room to get ready for bed. He used the bathroom first and then went to put his PJs on. Meanwhile, Kenny had spread out his sleeping bag on the floor next to my bed. I suggested he didn’t need that as I was happy to share my bed if he wanted. He looked at me a bit sheepishly and said that he didn’t think I’d want him in with me in case he wet again. But he opened his backpack and retrieved a disposable diaper and a pair of pink plastic pants and waved them at me.

“However,” he smiled, “I have come prepared… so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

I noticed that he had more than one disposable in his backpack and suggested that, if he liked the idea, that perhaps, I should also get diapered up… that way, we’d be doubly protected. He smiled knowingly but added he thought that it was a great idea… if I wanted to. I think this is what he’d hoped for all along and I knew, despite my self-denial, that this was also what I was hoping would happen. He handed me a disposable and a pair of clear plastic pants and said that he hoped that they would fit OK. We were both the same size so I had no doubt that they would and I was eager to get started. We went off to wash and clean our teeth together and then, once back in my room, we began to strip our clothes off. A brief knock on the door and mum came in to make sure we were both getting ready for bed but at that moment we were both stood in our underwear.

“Muuumm,” I moaned, “can’t we have any privacy?”

“Sorry son, sorry Kenneth,” she paused, “just your mum said you might need…” She looked at Kenny who, realising his mum must have told my mum about his problem said:

“It’s OK Mrs Hudson… thank you… but I can do it all myself.

Mum took the message and didn’t pursue it any further: “OK then boys, if you’re sure. You can play your games for a little while longer but try not to make a noise… I don’t want Jake disturbed.”

“Yes mum, we’ll be quiet.” With that she shut the door and I could hear her go down stairs to watch some TV of her own.

Kenny pulled off his underpants and stood there naked in front of me. He wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed and although I’d seen him naked in the showers at school, this was unnervingly intimate as there was just the two of us. Like me, he had no hair on his body, although a couple of the boys in class had begun the sprout the odd tuft on a particular part of their young bodies. However, I was suddenly occupied with another image and looked on spellbound as he unravelled his disposable and laid it on the floor. He then sat his naked bum down on it, lay back and in seconds had tightly taped himself into the thing. He did all this without a moment’s hesitation and, when he stood up I was impressed as to the way it hung onto his slim hips. He looked cute. There’s no other way to describe it. His blond hair and his slim body, wrapped in a disposable diaper made him look unbelievably cute.

“OK, your turn,” he said.

I nervously pulled down my briefs, and then took the offered disposable from Kenny… although I really had no idea how to put it on. Kenny saw my confusion so came over and helped me with it. He spread it out on my bed and got me to lie out on it. He took his time as I watched him slowly pulling the thing up between my legs and making sure everything fitted me well. My best friend fitting me in a diaper felt strange but exhilarating all at the same time. He’d just fastened the tapes to make sure it was a tight and snug fit, pulled me to my feet so he could check that it didn’t droop anywhere, when the door burst open and in walked Jake.

“Good night Kenny I…” The poor little fellow looked at a loss as to what to make of the two boys he was recently playing with standing in nothing but a pair of diapers.

“And a goodnight to you Jake,” Kenny smiled at him and, not knowing what to say, I simply frozen in panic.

“I like your PJs… are those spaceships?”

He padded the short distance towards Jake who let him examine the cartoon spacemen and rockets that adorned his pale blue cotton PJs, while he himself was bug-eyed at the thick disposable in front of him.

“I could do with some like these myself… they look terrific.” Kenny continued.

Jake got his breath back and asked the most obvious question. “Why are you both wearing diapers?”

I had no idea how to answer that but Kenny was an obvious past master at such bold questions and told him, very straightforwardly, that he had a medical problem that meant that he occasionally wet the bed. This was protection so that he didn’t spoil the bedding if it happened during the night whilst he was visiting his friends. Jake looked across the short distance to me but before the next question formed on his lips Kenny got in first.

“Simon didn’t want me to feel bad about being in diapers on my own so offered to wear them as well. Isn’t that nice of him?”

Jake wasn’t sure but just sort of nodded a “Uh-uh.”

Not knowing what better to do I pulled up my plastic pants and went in search of the boxer shorts, which I usually slept in. When Jake reached out and touched Kenny’s diaper… my best friend didn’t even flinch or hide or… well I’m not sure what I expected but he handled the situation incredibly well. Once Jake had finished examining it Kenny reached down and pulled his own pink plastic pants over it and then stepped into his own pajamas. They were a plain pink color, which matched his plastic pants, which I suppose was the idea, and the padded bulge looked OK from where I was standing.

“Jake… get back into bed at once.”

Mum shouted, as she must have heard something was going on upstairs,

“Let the boys get to sleep themselves.”

Without another word Jake rushed off to his own room leaving Kenny and I to contemplate what had just happened.

“Like you,” Kenny smiled, “he’s just curious.”

I looked at my sleepover guest with renewed awe. He’d answered Jake’s questions and wore his diaper with dignity. I was feeling well impressed and, with our plastic pants rustling as we climbed into my bed, I realised I had a new respect for the diaper I was also now wearing.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 2

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My 18th Birthday Part 8

This story is written by Les Lea

I was still only wearing the disposable and popper rubber pants that Dada Peak had put me in as I wondered down to the kitchen. As usual, Gwyneth was typing away at her laptop with a huge mug of coffee not far from her grasp. My bowl was set out with a choice of cereal boxes arranged for my selection. The biggest surprise was that I was dry, I hadn’t woken up dry for what seemed like ages but, well, wonders will never cease.

“Morning sweetie,” She said with a smile in her voice but without really looking up from the screen, “What would you like for breakfast?”

“Morning, er, it’s OK I’ll just have some of these,” I replied as I emptied some Crunchy Nuts into my animal bowl.

“Did you have a good time at Pauly’s… I bet you had a great time…?”

I swallowed a huge mouthful and made an enthusiastic “Mmmming” sound that I hoped indicated it had been fun.

She looked up then and said “Well, you can tell me all about it and then I’ll tell you all my news.” She smiled and then added, as if it was an afterthought, “Oh… and we need to go into town today to see Mr Benson.”

I nodded but wondered why we had to go and see the family lawyer but, as it would not really concern me (nothing to do with Mr Benson ever did), I assumed dad or mom must need some legal document or advice.


I was quite animated as I told Gwyneth about my day. About the fabulous home that was like an adventure playground. Every toy, every plushie, every, well everything a boy could possibly want, he had and we had a great time playing together. I had been a bit disappointed that there had been no ‘others’ there but because we had loads to play with, and Dada Peak was full of games and ideas, the lack of any more boys charging around wasn’t an issue. Out in the garden was a little pool that we played in for most of the hot afternoon, having fun using his WaterBlaster and Supersoaker guns to do just that… soak each other. We were running around in our diapers quite freely to begin with but by the end our thick diapers had proved themselves to be Superabsorbers and had swelled to such an extent that running became impossible.

Lying next to each other Dada Peak changed us both and I couldn’t help seeing the little thing Pauly wore over his pee-pee (yes I’d started calling it that as well). Dada Peak saw me looking and said that it was just a little plastic protector to keep his boy safe but I could see there was a small lock keeping it in place. He even asked if I wanted to try one but I nervously shook my head and no more was said. Once we were all dry and dressed (my clothes had all got a real soaking so I was only wearing a thick diaper) we had a fantastic meal , which was more like a party, all his stuffed animals were sat at the table and we chatted with them as we ate everything that Dada Peak had prepared.

After that we were too stuffed to run around so after a bit of TV, and as it was getting late, were both given a bottle and put into separate cribs. I thought I wasn’t tired so was provided with some toys but pretty soon I fell asleep and had that awful dream.


I was worried about telling Gwyneth anything regarding my nightmare in case she was angry with me for using her laptop without permission but I thought Dada Peak might say something so I’d better mention it. As I began to tell her she said that Dada Peak had said something about me crying in my sleep but hadn’t told her what had caused it. He didn’t know but I explained it the best I could and where I’d seen the images. After I’d told her everything she had a frown on her face and was shaking her head in disapproval.

“Well, perhaps that will teach a little boy for snooping around in things he shouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” I said in a quiet chastened voice. I couldn’t face her reprimand just then so I looked at my empty bowl and hoped she wouldn’t be too angry at me.

“I suppose that’s taught you a lesson…” I just nodded still not daring to look up. “Perhaps you’ll talk to me first before you go exploring?”

Again I just nodded and wriggled uncomfortably in my rapidly flooding diaper.

“OK,” she said getting up from the table, “I suppose no harm is done just a bit of a fright but,” and she was being quite intense, “there are people out there who are not nice to little boys like you and we have to look out for them.”

My body trembled at the thought and I messed as well as wet myself.

Just as she was about to launch into further warnings I think the smell hit her and she just grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

“C’mon you stinky little tyke, I think we’d better get you changed.” She didn’t seem so mad now so I eagerly ran (quickly waddled) up the bathroom, un-popped the rubber pants, slipped down the diaper and rushed into the shower.


Back in my room Gwyneth had all the things ready except this time it was a pair of briefs, long pants, and a shirt and tie all of which I hadn’t worn for what seemed like ages.

“We’re going to see Mr Benson so I don’t think your cartoon t-shirt and shorts are appropriate,” she said matter-of-factly.

My bottom lip quivered a little as I didn’t want to wear big boys clothes, I liked my stuff, I even suggested the shortalls as they were fairly grown-up but she wouldn’t have it. I pleaded with her to let me wear a diaper at least and after some thought she agreed. She powdered and slipped me into a disposable then pulled it tightly into place. I asked her if I could wear the pink plastic pants as they would go with the tie she’d picked out for me to wear. A smile spread across her face as she reluctantly agreed. Soon I was a big boy on the outside but nice and little on the inside where my slightly padded and crinkly bottom meant I was at my happiest.


As we drove into town Gwyneth told me all the latest news… the main fact being that mom had been offered a position at a University in Korea and, as dad looked like he’d be almost permanently working there, she accepted the job. This meant that, for the near future, and possibly years, they would be living over there. In the meantime, my sister had agreed to house me because our big family house was going to be put up for sale. I was shocked and wondered how all this could happen without any reference to me but then I wiggled about in my thick diaper and realized the reason why. So, this was why we were going to see Mr Benson, to sort out all the legalities of the sale in my parent’s absence.

Although I was in shock I was also pleased that I was at least going to be able to stay with Gwyneth, the last few weeks had been the best and I loved being with her. The trouble now was that I never wanted to be a big boy again, even for a couple of hours it was a strain and for some strange reason I began to sniffle, which quite unexpectedly turned into a huge tearful outburst. I couldn’t explain to her why I was in such a state although I suspect she thought the idea of not living at home, surrounded by my things was proving to be too traumatic.

I’d just about cried myself out when we arrived at Mr Benson’s office. He was a very officious man and reminded me so much of dad that he quiet scared me.

“Good morning Gwyneth,” and shook her hand. “Morning Benjamin,” and shook mine.

I was very apprehensive about meeting him as I felt way out of my depth to form any sort of conversation so I just nodded as he offered us both a seat.


Gwyneth and he talked about the sale of the house and agreed that all the furniture was to be put into storage until they returned home. There was quite a bit more legal chatter but I’d tuned out and was counting the diplomas on the wall and then the number of people in the photographs that surrounded us. I wasn’t listening and would much rather have been with Teddy enjoying a roll around the rug in my bedroom. That’s what I was thinking about when I suddenly realized I was being spoken to.

“Benjamin. Benjamin.” Mr Benson was looking at me.

“Sorry,” I said as I came out of my happy revelry to see a very serious face.

“Benjamin, your mother and father had wanted to be here for this but, well, it seems that’s impossible now.” He waved a sheet of paper in my direction.

“You have reached the age of eighteen and… you are now legally entitled to a trust fund that was set up by your grandfather when you were born.”

He waited until this news sunk in but it didn’t. I had no idea about a trust fund, no one had ever spoken about it and, more to the point, never knew my grandfather as he died when I was just a few months old… so why would he leave me such a thing?

I think he could see that this news had come out of the blue and no one had prepared me to receive such information. I looked at Gwyneth for guidance.

“Sorry Benjy… er Benjamin I’d forgotten all about it until mom reminded me last night. Whilst you were asleep mom called and told me about the job, dad, house and… well… your trust fund.”I still didn’t grasp what was going on but I knew I was anxious because I felt a spurt of pee fill the front of my diaper.

Mr Benson took up the story. “Your paternal grandfather put money into a trust fund for both you and your sister; Gwyneth received hers on her eighteenth so now you also get yours.” He smiled, which looked strange on such a serious face. “You are now, thanks to some clever investments that he also tied in with the fund, worth approximately one point one million,” I think he was expecting some kind of reaction and when one didn’t come he persisted with the news. “Which makes you a very rich teenager.”

Both he and Gwyneth were all smiles but all I did was fill my diaper even more. I couldn’t control the flow and I was so glad I’d asked for my pink protecting plastic pants. I still wasn’t completely aware of what all this meant other than they both appeared very happy with the news. Mr Benson pushed some papers my way for me to sign and before too long, and after another shake of hands, we were out in the street and on our way home.


As we aimed for the car Gwyneth could tell from my walk that I was probably wet but, as she hadn’t brought her normal changing bag, told me I’d have to wait until we got home.

I didn’t mind although it did feel funny having an expanded diaper under my smart trousers and I began to giggle at the sensation. Back in the car and sitting in a squishy diaper I had to ask.

“What just happened?” I was trying to weigh things up but it wasn’t making any sense.

“You have inherited a fortune.” She was being serious.

“But… erm… I don’t know… erm… but why… I haven’t done anything?” I was unsure how to react and it still seemed stupid that I should suddenly have money.

“Because little bro… thankfully… someone thought ahead.”

“But I don’t want all that money. What would I do with it?” I mumbled to myself. “I’m not clever like you so, maybe, you should have it.”

She could see I was in turmoil and smiled and patted my leg. “Don’t worry about it for the time being, we can sort it out later. The only thing you need to think about is… you can be little for as long as you like now.”

Despite the fact that I was dressed in big boy clothes it hadn’t occurred to me that I wouldn’t be able to return to being little. In such a relatively short time I’d got so used to the way things were and that I regarded being little as… well… me. It was normal and dressed as I was now was the strange thing. I was desperate to get back home, get out of my long pants and get changed. Maybe Gwyneth would let me wear that nice green and pink onesie with the rocket on the front.


Once home I was in a hurry to race upstairs and change but Gwyneth called me back and made me sit at the table as she wanted to discuss things with me whilst I was still a ‘big boy’.

“Sweetie, I need you to concentrate just for a little while, OK?” Despite my soggy diaper reminding me what I’d done in Mr Benson’s office I nodded as I could see she was serious.

“You now have lots of money. Money you can do anything with but perhaps, thinking ahead, you can leave where it is and take some income from it.”

She looked to see if I was clear about what she was saying but all I could think about was getting an electric train set and some more toys. I wanted to have some of the things Pauly had… and he had loads of stuff. I knew a million was a lot but the number simply didn’t mean anything to me. Although Gwyneth wanted me to think about the future, all I wanted to do was play and live right now. In the end I think Gwyneth knew she was making very little sense to me as I kept asking if I could now get this or that or something else, which she said I could if I wanted.

The previous ‘happy’ look on her face changed to one of concern. She looked into my eyes and asked in a low voice.

“Oh baby, you might not want to be little for ever. You might meet someone…”

She was having problems and I didn’t understand why. We were going to be living together; she would take care of me, she would use the money as she saw fit, she would keep me…

“Sweetheart, things might change…” I wriggled uncomfortable now in my soaked diaper thinking I needed that changing. “I want you to be happy but there are so many things I can see that might get in the way.”

“The movie is going ahead and they want me around to advise but, as production doesn’t start for a few of months…”

She sighed deeply and then held out her hand. “But, for the time being at least, let’s get you cleaned up and changed.”

We walked to the stairs.

“My baby brother is all that matters for the moment and he needs a new outfit.”

I scrambled the last few stairs and ran to my room. I picked out the onesie as I was pulling down my long pants and shucking off my tie.

“My… you are keen.” She un-popped my plastic pants and opened up my wet diaper.

I giggled as I lay there naked. Seconds later I was smeared in lotion, powdered, diapered and in my brand new onesie. We looked in the mirror. Gwyneth held my hand and I felt the years roll away. I was safe and happy and I loved the reflection of the little boy who was looking so cute.

I looked up at her and said: “Thank You Mommy”.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 7

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