Teddy bear

Kenny Part 14

This story is written by Les Lea

The blanket was set out in front of the TV, as were a couple of pillows and our teddy bears. It was like being a toddler again and I can’t tell you how much we enjoyed the way auntie had thought of everything. We watched TV for a while lying on our tummies and occasionally hugged the pillows, teddy’s or each other depending on what was happening on screen. We laughed, shouted and cried as the animated movie led us into an emotional response. Auntie hugged us both when our sentiments got the better of us and we were sobbing uncontrollably because of some toy that couldn’t find its way home. She called us her “sweet boys” and held us until we calmed down and were laughing at one of the other toys that had said something funny.

Auntie said that from her point of view, sitting on the sofa, our pink and green shiny padded bottoms were bouncing up and down as we laughed, and that looked as funny as what was happening on the screen. Again we had cookies but this time she asked us if we wanted a cup or a bottle to drink from. I wanted to say cup but Kenny passionately shouted “bottle” in a tone that can only be described as ‘toddler tantrum-ish’ before he laughed and we both realised he was just playing a part. So, it was bottles again for us as we continued to watch TV.

At some point we left the blanket and went to sit either side of auntie on the sofa. She put her arms around us and drew us into her warm body and we settled in her comforting embrace. Still sucking on our bottles it all felt rather nice and soothing as she stroked our padded bums and cuddled us tightly. Auntie seemed very happy… and so were we.

***

Kenny, clutched close to auntie’s warm bosom, fell asleep sucking his thumb, no wonder he dropped off so quickly.

“He looks so cute.” She said looking at him, “He really is a very extraordinary boy.”

I wriggled in my diaper. I was proud that auntie thought that way but, for a brief second I was jealous of her attention straying away from me. She sighed and looked at me.

“You are both a picture. Handsome, good-natured,” she must have noticed my relieved smile as she said this, “sweet and loving. You are the perfect boys for each other.”

I wriggled more in my diaper but this time in satisfaction. Auntie had confirmed, as she had done on many occasions, what I thought, Kenny was special and the fact that she thought we were special together made me very happy. Yes that wriggle was full of happiness and contentment.

***

Auntie’s face suddenly got serious. “Are you happy Si?”

At that moment I was very happy but I could tell there was more to the question… and I was right.

“Are you happy with all… this?” She said indicating my diaper. “I know Kenny loves it… but do you?

I nodded and she looked relieved. “I only ask because, well, I didn’t want you to do things because you thought you had to.” She looked a bit anxious as she searched for the right words. “I can get carried away. I love seeing you both in your little outfits, it reminds me of a very happy time for me when you were very young but… well… it isn’t for everyone. I’m sure Jake wouldn’t want what you and Kenny have,” she was still trying to find the right words, “but you and Kenny bring out the ‘mother’ in me… and… I hope that isn’t too scary.” She sort of smiled but it wasn’t quite a smile, it was like a question.

She was obviously worried about something, although I didn’t really know why as both my best friend and I loved being who we were. We loved the diapers, we loved the protecting pants, we loved the onesies, we loved the fact that auntie had let us play as we wanted to play, unrestricted and without any one judging us. Yes we were both happy… we loved the love. I hope the huge hug I gave her was answer enough as I didn’t quite know how to put my feelings into words at that moment. She seemed relieved.

***

The phone rang and auntie had to get up to answer it waking Kenny in the process. Sleepily he crawled over to me and rested his head in my lap, put his thumb back in to his mouth and snuggled down once again. I’m sure if no one woke him he’d sleep forever. Unconsciously, I stroked Kenny’s fine blond hair as he rested his head on my shiny quilted diaper and waited for auntie to return. I could hear a little of what was being said but not everything.

“That was Kenny’s mum,” she told me seeing how he was too sleepy to talk to, “I’m afraid she’ll be over to collect him early tomorrow morning… about 8… as she has had a change to her work schedule. Sorry.”

I was sad but we’d had a terrific time so far and I knew that Mrs Morrison’s job was important so I shrugged my shoulders because I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

As Kenny was almost asleep anyway auntie took us to my room and put us to bed. Kenny was too drowsy to respond to her ‘night-night’ kiss but I kissed and hugged her tightly so she knew that I loved her. There was a slight sniffle from her when she turned out the light.

***

I think Kenny was already dead to the world as I wrapped my arms around him and felt our slippery, silky diapers brush up against each other. I liked the feeling. I rubbed up against the back of his diaper and, although the thick padding made the sensation less, I could still get some feeling that was having an effect inside my padding. I hugged him and using my hips, continued to rub up against him for ages. My fingers were gripping the front of his diaper as my movements got more and more forceful when suddenly there was an intense feeling in my diaper. I felt hot, I wondered if I’d peed myself but it wasn’t that type of feeling, and I wondered what had happened. It was strange but I’d liked it and wondered if I could make it happen again. However, before I could I fell asleep cuddling my best friend.

***

I slept straight through and only woke up when auntie came in to rouse us and get Kenny ready for his mummy’s arrival. We were both very wet and we’d woken up in exactly the same position we’d fallen asleep in; me clutching the front of his diaper. Drowsily, Kenny wondered why the hurry so auntie explained about the phone call. Eventually it sunk in and he stumbled towards the bathroom, his thick and filled diaper making his progress more of a crinkly waddle than a glide. I giggled at him and he challenged me to see if I could do any better. We both looked like huge, colorful babies, trying to walk for the first time (well perhaps we weren’t that bad but it was funny to pretend how difficult it was).

We ripped open the Velcro (the sound was very loud… but fun to make) and the soggy mass of our stuffed diapers sagged dangerously low, eventually, the weight made them slip down our legs and gather on the floor. Auntie had already set the shower so we climbed in together and let the spray clean all the night time mess from our bodies.

Auntie was making us some breakfast so left us to get ourselves ready. I assumed that, to go home in, Kenny would just put on his briefs, shorts, t-shirt and jumper but he still wanted to wear his new diaper. So, slipped on a disposable, Velcro’d himself tightly in and pulled up his shorts. I could tell he was padded but as always he looked fine. I followed suit but couldn’t decide which shorts to wear. Kenny said I looked fantastic as I was so, I didn’t bother with anything else other than a t-shirt and we ambled off to the kitchen for something to eat.

Kenny’s mummy arrived right on 8. Kenny thanked auntie a hundred times as she had folded up the matching shirt and shorts that she’d made and placed them in his backpack. She was also very pleased that he’d wanted to wear the quilted diaper to go home in and patted his bum as he waved his goodbyes. Standing at the door I waved them both off but I’m not sure what Mrs Morrison thought of my outfit. What she could see was the t-shirt and a bit of my shiny pale green quilted diaper hanging down, I don’t think I was revealing too much but I wondered what Kenny would tell his mummy about the present auntie had made for us both.

***

Back inside auntie smiled and said “You are a very lucky boy Si.” I beamed back a smile that I hoped said ‘I know’ and toddled off to my room as she went about cleaning up the house ready for mum’s return.

I felt pretty ashamed because, all the time Kenny had been with me, I don’t think I’d given mum’s trip much thought. Now, as auntie dusted and vacuumed and I was told to clean up my room, I began to worry that things might be about to change.

Once again I bugged auntie with questions about mum’s intentions but she simply said she didn’t know. No matter what I asked, or how I phrased it, the answer was the same “Wait until your mother gets home and she’ll answer all your questions.”

I’d gotten used to just wearing a diaper around the house and I found it comfortable, even with the thickness between my legs, to carry on as normal. However, in preparation for when Jake returned home I pulled on a pair of shorts to hide my new present. I suspect that auntie was correct in that he wouldn’t want anything similar but, I didn’t want him to ask awkward question just in case she hadn’t made anything for him.

***

Jake came bounding into my room just as I was face down on my bed starting to rub myself against the mattress and trying to get that ‘special’ sensation again.

“Whatcha doing?”

Why his innocent question should suddenly fill me with guilt I have no idea but I quickly got up and shouted at him “Don’t you ever knock?”

He looked surprised at my outburst and the look of enthusiasm on his face suddenly faded away. He looked down at his feet in embarrassment and mumbled. “Erm… er… sorry.” Now I felt even more guilty.

I was unaware that he’d just arrived home, was obviously wanting to tell me about his sleepover and here I was being Mr Grumpy. My temper quickly evaporated as I realised I was in the wrong and in a quieter voice I meekly asked him to knock before he came in. I said I might be wrapping up a present for him and I’d want it to be a surprise. His eyes lit up at the thought of a present and soon he had joined me on the bed and we had a bit of a tickling play fight. Shortly after we were both giggling as he told me about his couple of nights away.

***

He didn’t appear to notice the padding in my shorts, and if he did he probably thought nothing of it as I often wore such stuff for school. Not every day but sometimes, especially if Kenny was wearing his. Besides, his pirate mates had seen my protection at close quarters and that hadn’t caused any great reaction, well, apart from Adam. Oh Adam. The thought of him came flooding back into my mind and I saw us trading places; me poking a stick at his grey school shorts that were revealing some pink padded plastic pants and him smiling knowingly.

“Erm… did Adam and Louis enjoy it as well?” I’d interrupted him while he was in full flow about the treehouse that Jeremy’s father had built.

“They weren’t invited.” I knew that but I wanted to talk about Adam again but Jake totally ignored my question and carried on about how sleeping up in a treehouse, when it was pouring down, had been so much fun.

“The water was dripping through onto our sleeping bags,” he laughed at the thought, “so we all had to huddle together in a corner.”

I was a bit sad that my Adam reference hadn’t produced some further news on him but Jake was in full flow.

“Tim was only wearing his boxers so,” he leant in as if including me in some kind of conspiracy. “We pantsed him… and threw his boxers into the garden.” His face lit up in glee. “He was running around bare and telling us what horrible people we were… but we just laughed. He sat in the corner pulling down his t-shirt trying to hide himself… it was so funnnny.”

“Did he get his clothes back?”

“Yup… when the rain stopped I climbed down the ladder and got them for him… they were soaked… but he still had to put them on.”

He told me loads more about Jeremy’s house and family and wondered if I knew his sister Kelly, who was the same age as me, but I didn’t. I wasn’t even sure if I knew Jeremy but Jake said he’d point out the rest of the gang, and Tim in particular, the next day at school.

***

It was getting late and mum still wasn’t home and I began to worry if things were alright. I asked auntie what time she was expected but auntie said that airlines were notorious for being late and not to worry she’d be home as soon as she could.

“She’ll be missing you two as much as you’re missing her,” she said by way of putting my mind at rest.

I knew this was the case but my head was filled with the possibility that mum might come home with the news that we were moving. I got a strange shudder through my body as I thought that and that worried me. I didn’t want to leave Oakland. I didn’t want to leave Kenny, What about auntie… would she be coming with us? I was full of apprehension and didn’t want to go to sleep until I’d heard from mum about what we were doing.

With school being the following day auntie insisted we went to bed at a decent time. She’d already tucked in Jake as I was changing out of my shorts and diaper. I put my new quilted diaper away with my special shirt and shorts and looked at the shelves of diapers and stuff that now had overtaken my closet. I played with the idea of slipping on a pair of my pull-ups with the racing car on the front but in the end, by way of change from the rest of the weekend, I decided I wasn’t going to wear a diaper at all, just my silky, Disney boxer shorts.

Auntie came in just as I’d climbed into bed. She tucked me in and I asked her if she’d wake me up when mum came in. She kissed me on the forehead, said not to worry and that she was sure she’d be home soon and able to tell me everything at breakfast.

***

I was still worried but found my mind wandering back to Adam. The image of him in the pink pants and diaper flooded into my head and I couldn’t shake that thought. It was all the more impressive because that was now all he was wearing. His school shorts had disappeared and he was dressed like me and Kenny had been all weekend wearing nothing but a diaper and protecting pants. He looked fantastic. I was caressing the full plastic and he was enjoying it and asking where mine was. I hadn’t realised that I was only wearing my white school briefs. Even in my imagination he seemed disappointed.

I rolled over onto my tummy and the pressure between me and the mattress made my penis begin to tingle again. I rubbed up and down, backwards and forwards as I thought about Adam and his slippery plastic pants that I was enjoying stroking; his padding making it all nice and tight. He was smiling and encouraging me so I continued to do what I’d done before. Like I had with Kenny I was now doing the same with Adam and rubbing myself furiously up against the back of his padding. I could imagine how wonderful the thickness and the slipperiness felt, especially as now, in my mind, I was wearing exactly the same padding as he was.

The feeling was building as I increased the timing and suddenly there was a much bigger explosion in my shorts… so much so that I think I cried out. It was far more intense than when I’d done it wearing diapers, or even wearing my plastic pants, my boxers felt damp and… I’m not sure… slimy. I turned over onto my back and felt in my boxers and wondered what I’d done but the sensation had sent a powerful thrill through my body, although my hand was covered in this… this… mess. Perhaps not wearing pull-ups was a mistake and all this gooey stuff might need something to soak it up or have somewhere to go? However, I was worn out and before I had time to check anything… my mind had been cleared of everything except the need to sleep and I just drifted off.

***

During the night I heard my bedroom door close and could hear distant voices. I assumed mum was home and that she had come in to check that all was well with her sons. I drifted back to sleep thinking I could also hear crying… but I might have been mistaken… it could have been part of the interrupted dream I was having about Adam.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 13

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Kenny Part 13

This story is written by Les Lea

I woke up first. Kenny was still fast asleep but lying on his back with his thumb in his mouth, he looked wonderful. I can never really get over just how good-looking he is even when he’s asleep, just how innocent and childish he appears. Of course, this image was magnified several times by the fact that the sheet was barely covering him and his bulky protection, pulled tight by the pale yellow onesie, together with the stuffed bear, made him look like a lovely big baby. Here was my friend, in all his immaculate glory, displayed for just my eyes. I can’t tell you how much I prized the fact that he was here, was my friend, who looked beautiful and just how much… I loved him.

I’d woken up a couple of times during the night desperate for a pee but, with the disposables in place and the plastic pants hugging me tightly, I felt happy to just let things go. Kenny seemed to sleep straight through and if he peed, did so quite naturally in his diaper. I’d cuddled and been cuddled by Kenny and having the sound of your best friend’s gentle breathing in your ear is a strange but wonderful experience. Just before we’d dropped off we’d looked into each other’s eyes and appeared to make the same decision at the same time… we kissed each other softly on the lips. It wasn’t like one of those long kisses you see at the movies, or even the ones that get reserved for visiting relations… it was just a soft brush of our lips. However, this was another marvel that had thrilled my entire body and the smile on Kenny’s face, before his eyes drowsily closed, told me he felt the same.

Now, gazing at my best friend, amazed at how fantastic the night had been, and how unexpected it was that auntie had been so supportive and encouraging. I leant in and kissed my sleepy chum again softly on the cheek. I let my hand roam, slowly running my hand down his body and ending up gently stroking his flat tummy. The way the fabric was forced out by the bulk of his diaper was very apparent and I marvelled how brilliant it all looked as I lightly caressed the bulge in his onesie… my onesie. It appeared much thicker than before so I assumed he was wet but had slept on unperturbed by such an occurrence. The cotton fabric slid quietly against the thick rubber pants underneath and I imagined that in his dreams he would know I was there touching him, kissing him and I suppose… worshipping him.

***

As I touched that soaked mound I began to think again about auntie. She had accepted, and anticipated, many of the things that Kenny had come to take for granted. She had known he liked to be pampered and had taken charge of the situation. When it had happened between just auntie and me she had taken the lead then and… well… I had quickly enjoyed that new situation. I was finding it difficult to know how auntie knew. What sort of signals, if any, I’d sent out and just how much I’d told her that I didn’t remember telling her. I was confused. I was also very glad that Kenny and I had had this experience together, in my house. It was all very well me being treated as Kenny was by his mummy and daddy up at the lake, I suppose it was just accepted, but here, in my own home, this was unexpected. I began to think that auntie must have special powers and that she could read our minds and desires. I had an auntie with superpowers!

Whilst all this was running around my head and my fingers were stroking Kenny’s bare legs, and secretly fondling the rubber pants that were showing, I realised that without any coaxing I’d wet myself again. The only reason I became aware of what I’d done was when I sensed warmness around my penis. I was surprised at how easily it had happened but I was watching as Kenny’s eyes began to flutter and he was slowly drawn from the depths of sleep. My face was right up to his and he smiled and leant forward and kissed me.

“Morning” My hand was still on his bulge and in all truth I didn’t want to move it. “I’m wet,” he reached across and stroked the front of my swelling lump, “are you?”

“Mmm, yes. I think the chocolate milk may have been responsible.” We made no attempt to do anything about our sodden situation as we lay together and chatted about, would you believe, our teddy bears?

***

It was interesting that he still had all his and rarely did he go to sleep at home without at least one of them being with him. Clarence was his favourite and had been given to him at birth by his grandparents. Over the years he had ‘adopted’ many other stuffed animals and, he said, he liked that they had all found somewhere safe to live… in his bedroom. I told him about Barney, and held him up so he knew who I was talking about and explained how when I was young he was always in my crib or later in my bed. However, at one point, when Jake was being particularly crabby I’d offered my bear to try and stop him from crying. It worked but after that he disappeared from my bed and my baby brother wouldn’t go to sleep without him. So, although he was nearby, he had found another place to sleep and I just had to get used to ‘growing up’

We could hear the rain pattering on the window and a quick look showed that we weren’t going to be playing out much. Even though we were both soaked, and walked with our legs spread wide, neither of us was in a rush to get changed. In fact, I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to change as auntie hadn’t said that we could. She hadn’t said that we couldn’t either so we just played around in my room, laughing and enjoying ourselves until she came to sort things out.

The onesies were keeping everything in place so there was no sagging and the dampness didn’t actually stop us from doing anything, therefore, we just carried on.

***

Auntie came into my room all smiles and armed with wipes and powder. “How are the two cutest boys in the world today?”

We looked up from what we were doing; playing with a couple of toy cars on the carpet and pretending we were racing them around the room.

“I suspect you both need changing,” she looked from me to Kenny, “so who’s going first?”

Kenny jumped to his feet and, as best as he could, waddled over to the bed where she was waiting. She un-popped the studs between his legs and the onesie instantly sprung back from the diaper and rested on his tummy. She looked at the swollen size of his diaper.

“My, you are wet,” she eased down his rubber pants, “let’s get you clean and dry.”

His diaper was bloated; I suppose that was as a result of the thick extra padding being so absorbent and as auntie unpinned him it flopped down onto the carpet. She’d already spread a plastic cover on the bed and got Kenny to lie out on it as she set about cleaning him up.

“Well boys, the weather isn’t very good today… so going out might not be a good idea.” She carried on wiping and applying lotion to Kenny who was thoroughly enjoying the process, giggling and having fun. “So, what do you want to do?” She waited for a response. “I plan on taking you to the mall for lunch, if you’d like that, and we can do a bit of window shopping, or you can spend some time in the arcade.”

All of this sounded terrific and both Kenny and I were excited at the prospect. I could tell auntie had something else on her mind but she wasn’t telling. Once Kenny was all clean, she tightly fastened him into a disposable and then called me over for my turn. Again he lay next to me as I was cleaned, oiled and powdered and I was also put into a tight fitting disposable.

***

I was definitely not going to the mall dressed like this and said so. Auntie looked shocked. “No, no,” she laughed, “this is only for you boys to play around in until we get ready for lunch. I didn’t want you both to get a diaper rash and I’m sure you’ll feel more comfortable in your fresh diapers.” Kenny thanked auntie and I could do nothing more than agree as we went to the kitchen for some breakfast.

It was really strange sitting at the table wearing nothing but a diaper but, as usual, Kenny seemed oblivious to it being anything other than normal. Once we’d finished our food we went and cleaned our teeth and returned to the game in my room. Meanwhile, we could hear auntie on her machine working furiously on her latest project.

It is amazing how rapidly ‘strange’ becomes ‘normal’ and the fact that we were only wearing diapers around the house didn’t matter. Partly because seeing Kenny dressed like that was, for me, ‘fantastic’ he looked the part of an eager little kid enjoying his freedom, running around and not caring about what he looked like. His attitude was infectious and pretty soon we were both playing without a care in the world. Every now and then auntie would check in on us or slip her finger under the leg band to see if we needed changing, but all was well. However, just before lunchtime she came in and Kenny was wet. I wasn’t but oddly enough, as soon as I knew he was… I started to pee myself. I could feel I needed to do more but definitely didn’t want to do that in my diaper for auntie to clean up so rushed to the bathroom.

***

I was in there a few minutes and once I’d flushed I climbed under the shower to clean myself up. When I returned to my bedroom, still drying myself, I noticed that Kenny was just being fastened into a new piece of clothing. It was bright pink, thick and had Velcro at the sides. Auntie was making sure that it covered his fresh, clean disposable as she fastened it firmly around his hips.

Auntie looked over to me. “What do you think?”

I was astonished. It looked like a shiny plastic diaper cover but thicker than a pair of pants. I went over and checked it out as it hung on Kenny’s slim body.

Auntie explained, “It’s layer upon layer of plastic, nylon and padding, all sewn together to make a nice thick quilted area,” She showed me the Velcro tabs, “and these can be moved along this thick band of Velcro.” A piece of Velcro was sewn along the width of the front flap which the flaps attached themselves to. She showed us how to undo and redo it with a ripping sound, “So you can accommodate whatever you want to wear beneath.”

I noticed on one of the Velcro flaps that she’d pulled tightly around to fasten on either side of Kenny’s hips, had his name embroidered. I have to say I was very impressed. They looked completely different to anything I’d worn before and Kenny was saying how ‘fantastic’ they were and how ‘fantastic’ they felt to wear and how he’d never had such a ‘fantastic’ diaper before.

***

Obviously, this was the thing that she’d been working so hard on. I could see that there was another on the bed so I assumed she’d also made me one. Mine was shiny pale green. It was exactly the same and after fitting me into a clean disposable, auntie fastened me into it. Running my hands over it was quite luxurious; the shiny satiny material was thick but not so thick that it made walking difficult. Indeed, the softness and thickness made it really nice to wear, even if it did crinkle as you walked. The interior of it was plastic so I assumed that was to make them waterproof and when they were secured into place they looked expensive and very appealing. I noticed that she had also embroidered my name on mine and I couldn’t help but feel that Kenny and I were very special boys indeed.

Auntie had us both stand up and walk around a bit to see that it all hung nicely as she tucked and tested her creations.

Auntie beamed at us both, “Something special, for two special friends.”

The quilted softness looked bulky but didn’t actually feel it, and I think Kenny particularly enjoyed the noise they made as he walked about. Auntie wasn’t done. She produced a matching shirt and shorts for each item. Kenny’s was a pink shirt with green shorts and mine was a green shirt with pink shorts, she was keen to tell us we could then ‘mix ‘n’ match’ the look with each other as we wanted.

Kenny was very, very happy and was admiring the new outfit in the mirror. I loved the shininess of the diaper cover reflected on Kenny and he was full of admiration for mine. He was also full of praise for auntie and we both couldn’t stop kissing and thanking her as she told us that it was time to give them their first outing at the mall.

***

Our shorts and shirt weren’t made out of the same material, just the same color, which was a shame as I really liked the shiny material but perhaps that might have drawn too much attention to our new diapers underneath. The shiny material hugging us tightly didn’t appear so pronounced, although, because we knew, we could tell that we had our wonderful, colorful protection in place.

Auntie seemed really proud that she had two such polite, good-looking, well turned out boys in her charge (he words) and told us later that we were both getting very admiring looks. We felt very proud and I was thinking how incredible auntie had been to go to all that trouble to make something so special for me and my best friend.

We had chicken nuggets and milkshakes for lunch and wandered around the mall for an hour checking out the latest toys. We even got some money to spend in the arcade but all the video games we wanted to play had older, bigger boys using them so after just a few minutes, we returned home.

On the way home it became evident that Kenny had filled his diaper but on this occasion I remained dry. When we got in auntie stripped him out of his clothes and checked to see if the new waterproof cover had done the job it had been designed for… it had. She cleaned him up and again just replaced everything with a thick double disposable and sent him off to play. She checked me and said it would be best for me to take off my ‘special’ outfit so I too was left running around in just my disposable.

***

As we ran around in our diapers we noticed that the clouds had lifted and the sun was coming out. I grabbed my gumboots and mum’s for Kenny to wear and stood at the kitchen door deciding whether to go out or not. I’m sure we made quite a sight; two ten year-old boys dressed in nothing but gumboots and diapers, wondering if it was a good idea to go out dressed in such a way. In the end Kenny made a dash for a huge puddle in the back garden and immediately started to splash around in it.

He was like a two year-old who had just been allowed out of the house for the very first time and urged me to join him in this wild water fun. We jumped from puddle to puddle, kicking dirty water as we went and laughing at the mess we were making on our clean, white diapers. It probably would have been wiser to have worn some rubber pants but the dirty rainwater just got soaked up into the fabric making them saturated very quickly. We even kicked off our boots and was running and splashing around in our bare feet. Meanwhile, the weight of the water was dragging our disposables down but as the game continued, we just weren’t bothered. I noticed auntie standing at the kitchen window laughing at our antics and I wondered if she wanted to join in.

I’m sure grown-ups aren’t allowed to have this type of fun but she appeared happy that we were. I bet she was also pleased that we’d taken off the special outfits she’d made otherwise they would have been in a real state by the time we calmed down. At one point Kenny tripped over the loose boots and ended up face down in a puddle. He laughed and sat up and splashed himself even more.

There was a small wooden fence that ran along our property and we both bent over it and saw that the rain had formed a little stream. We put blades of grass on it to see whose would go the furthest or the quickest. We dug channels to make even more water drain into our stream to make the water flow faster. This was a terrific game and pretty soon we were watching bigger twigs surge down the rapidly growing river. It never bothered us we were sitting in mud in our diapers until we were called by auntie. She took a long look at us, made us wait at the door before making a decision – a minute later she began hosing us down in the back garden.

***

We squealed and giggled as the cold water removed most of the mud and our dirty disposables fell apart in a sodden mass before slopping to the ground. It was fun but the water was cold so, when she’d been able to remove most of the dirt auntie wrapped a couple of old towels around us and sent us off to the bathroom. Thankfully, she had anticipated our condition and there was a nice warm, foamy bath to greet our chattering teeth. Naked, we both climbed in and auntie told us to soak for a bit to get our temperature back but, she added, she wanted us both ‘super clean’ when we got out.

The water was lovely and both Kenny and I lay there happy. We’d had a fun time and this was nice and relaxing, it looked like auntie had used some of her lavender bubble bath as it all smelled nice as well. There was a little bit of mud still on Kenny’s face so I got the sponge and gently dabbed it away. After that I did the same to the rest of his body and he did the same to me. All the time I had the tingly feeling running throughout my body but especially in my penis.

I sunk under the water and opened my eyes. It seemed a completely different world. There was nothing but a dull sound, the image was slightly blurry but I was looking at my naked friend. I had seen Kenny with no clothes many times before but for some reason this appeared completely different so I reached out and touched his penis. I softly stroked it for a few seconds before his hands found me and pulled me back to the surface.

“Gosh,” he said smiling and with bubbles forming a white beard, “you can hold your breath for a long time.”

He quickly kissed me but immediately we were having a contest to see who could hold the breath underwater the longest.

***

I don’t think I’ve ever been so clean the number of washes I’d had that day and it still wasn’t that late. Eventually auntie came back and dried us. However, the clouds had gathered again and she suggested that we all have a nice easy night watching TV. As she rubbed us dry she said that as we weren’t going out, and although it was only about 6pm, we might as well get ready for bed so that we didn’t have to change twice. It seemed a sensible idea and Kenny asked if he could wear his new shiny diaper, which auntie was happy about. So, we ended up back in my room but this time, as she powdered Kenny’s bottom, it was my turn to help out – I rubbed with delight.

It was really nice the way auntie made everything a game and so enjoyable. We were chuckling all the time and pretty soon we were wearing disposables, with thick absorbent pads inside and our fantastic, new, shiny, waterproof diaper cover over it all. I grabbed a couple of white t-shirts from my draw and looking in the mirror at our joint reflection we both thought we looked ‘fantastic’. We hugged each other tightly, jumped up and down in our excitement and again just couldn’t believe how lucky we both were.

Since Kenny had introduced me to diapers and plastic pants I’d had a fondness for wearing the plastic pants more, they gave me a strange feeling and I loved to touch them. As I caressed Kenny’s shiny new pants I decided that there was nothing nicer in the world and I couldn’t wait to be sleeping next to my chum whilst we both wriggled about in this ‘auntie inspired’ quilted luxury.

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Chapter 12

Chapter 14

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Kenny Part 12

This story is written by Les Lea

Despite the fact that mum and auntie had made a fantastic tented area in Jake’s room for them all to sleep under, my room became the most popular place to play. Three pajama-clad hooligans descended on me at around 6.30 Sunday morning and involved my sleepy body in a new game of pirates… apparently my bed was the pirate ship. Having a younger, active brother sort of prepares you for morning assaults but three were pretty difficult to cope with. I suppose the one redeeming factor was that at least mum and auntie could sleep a bit longer as I was jumped on, and made to defend myself from the boarding party.

An eight year-old’s knee in the back or in the crotch is no laughing matter so I had to wake up quickly and set about ‘splicing the mainbrace’ (whatever that was). These three ‘men-o-war’ attacked without mercy and I was dragged from the comfort of my warm sheets into the briny depths (my carpet), where I was set about and tied up. I put up some defence but in truth I thought it would be more fun to see where this all led. I let my hands be tied (which was very poorly executed so I pretended I couldn’t get loose) and I was commanded to walk the plank. A sharp stick was pointed in my direction and I was made to shuffle along to my supposed doom.

Despite my impending death I couldn’t help but think how cute all three were; my brother, like me had dark brown hair, Louis’s was jet black and he had the most amazing big brown eyes and Adam, he had a similar demeanour to Kenny but had thick blond hair whereas Kenny’s was fine and white. Together they made quite a set of buccaneers and I was enjoying being part of their morning game. My boxer shorts had rode up so they could all see my plastic pants but no one commented… although I did detect someone mentioned the word ‘poopdeck’, although Adam did poke his toy sword at my crotch and pushed my leg hole up a bit further to see more. His eyes widened and I noticed that he sort of secretly checked out his own padding under his PJs as he said to the other two something about ‘landlubbers’.

I had slyly examined him earlier when he’d first jumped on me to see that he was dry, he was, which I suppose was why he appeared so happy to leap around like a mad swashbuckler. Louis was content with adding a few ‘arrs’ to everything he said, whilst Jake wanted to know where the buried treasure was hidden. Adam was transfixed and waved his plastic sword around and insisted I was nothing but a ‘scurvy dog’. It was funny because anything he said, in his squeaky pirate-style voice, was directed below the belt and not to my face. However, I’ve no idea what, if any, connection was made between us two extra padding wearers because at that moment mum came in and said breakfast was ready.

***

As we trooped to the kitchen table I felt Adam’s hand checking out my padded bum through my boxers. So as not to make him feel uncomfortable I pretended I hadn’t noticed, and besides, I was happy that he wanted to investigate for himself. I knew he was wearing that little extra piece of security so I couldn’t object if he wanted to make sure he wasn’t the only one.

We all sat down and had cereal, juice and waffles and I’m sure mum was pleased that the weather had improved so that she could get us all outside for the day. However, after breakfast the boys seemed to be in no rush to change out of their nightwear and spent the next couple of hours on the Xbox in my room. In fact, we all stayed in our PJs and it was quite nice to have that freedom. Well, that was until mum explained that the sun was out, and so, kids should be as well. Reluctantly we were prised away from the game and made to get ready to play outside.

Louis and Jake were first to shuck off their PJs, changed and be out the door before Adam had even started. I knew why, he wanted to change out of his pull-ups without the others seeing him. I watched as he furtively removed his night time protection, pull on his shorts and then stand, with the old pull-ups in his hand, wondering what to do with them. I saw the look of indecision on his face so I suggested that perhaps I could help and that I’d dispose of the little bundle for him. He looked grateful as he passed it over and swiftly padded out to join the others.

OK. I have no real idea why I did what I did next but in my head it was still all part of the ‘team spirit’ I’d shown the night before. I removed my protection and shuffled into Adam’s, still slightly warm, discarded pull-ups. I tugged my shorts over, felt strangely naughty but, at the same time, rather pleased with myself and joined the lads out in the garden in their latest game of soccer.

***

I wore Adam’s pull-ups all day. Even after our sweaty, active games had come to an end and Louis and Adam had been collected and returned home, I didn’t feel in any rush to change. Later, when Jake and I had settled down to watch TV before our own bedtime I felt a naughty thrill knowing that beneath my shorts I was, un-known to my brother, wearing his friend’s second-hand pull-ups. When it was time for bed I just slipped my plastic pants over them and happily crawled beneath the sheets thinking about what a surprisingly fantastic weekend it had been. I also made a mental note to check out all the kids at school to see if I could establish whether there were others who wore protection. Even though the nurse had said she was used to changing younger kids it had never really occurred to me before that there might be a few others. It gave me a new project to think about and, before I fell to sleep, I was going through all those I hoped might be possible wearers. As I softly stroked the front of my plastic pants I giggled to myself at some of the boys I imagined in thick diapers (and in my head they were very, very thick indeed) and wondered if any would be as bold as Kenny in proudly wearing them.

As my imagination gave way to sleep I found my dreams filled with images which suggested that diapers were now all part of the school uniform. Everywhere I looked shorts were stuffed to bursting point; some of the kids were having to waddle around, whilst others crawled, their huge bottoms defining the mass packing. The white diapers and plastic pants were everywhere and even the sports teams wore them out on the field. I think I was enjoying the dream far too much as suddenly Adam appeared and cuddled up between Kenny and me, his thick wadding pressing comfortingly up against us both.

***

I told Kenny about what a good weekend it had been thanks to Jake’s sleepover friends. I informed him about the storm and the scared boys who invaded my bed, and about Adam’s accident in wetting his pull-ups. I explained about giving him a pair of mine for the following night and was pleased that he’d slipped them on. I mentioned the pirate game and the fact that Adam seemed to be obsessed with my padding and kept looking and touching to see that he wasn’t the only one wearing some extra protection. Kenny smiled and said “Good for him” before we got down to deciding who would be first in our new game of ‘Who we would like to see in diapers?’

I don’t know why, but I didn’t tell Kenny about my wearing of Adam’s cast-offs. Maybe I was worried in case he thought that was something between us two, that he might get jealous or that I was really quite embarrassed by what I’d done. Whatever the reason I kept that little piece of information to myself. However, at recess, while we kept nudging each other to suggest a certain person might look good in diapers, I caught sight of Adam playing over near Jake. He was looking over at me and gave a guarded wave. I returned the gesture with a huge smile, which he seemed pleased to receive, before continuing the game he was playing with his mates. I tried to discern if he was wearing any padding but couldn’t quite make out any extra bulk to his shorts that might have indicated this. However, that didn’t stop me thinking how good he’d looked and how I now wanted to diaper him, let him pull on a pair of my plastic pants and join me in a sleepover like I’d had with Kenny.

I was momentarily angry as a sudden nudge made this mental picture fade and I was brought back to reality. That is until I recognised that cheeky smile of Kenny’s which meant he’d found the perfect person he imagined to be wearing diapers. I laughed as he pointed to one of the teachers, Mr Rosenthal, the Deputy Principal, and the oldest member of staff (including Nurse Gibbs), who in all honesty, no one would want to give a diaper check to.

***

For the rest of the week it seemed that every break I would notice Adam and he’d be looking at me. Of course it could be that it was me who was doing all the staring and he just happened to look up at the same time. However, my night time thoughts became centred on dressing him up in all my ‘babyish’ stuff and looking after him. As auntie had done to me, I wanted to bottle-feed him and rock him in my lap. I wanted to fit him in several pairs of pull-ups, put some cartoon covered plastic pants around him and… and… well, I just wanted to see what he would look like in my pale yellow onesie. In my head he would be the cutest thing ever and I began to wonder if I could get Auntie Rose to make a similar pair for him… though I had no idea how I would bring up such a project.

At one recess I was talking to Jake in the playground who was telling me that he’d been asked to sleepover at his friend Jeremy’s that weekend and he hoped it wouldn’t spoil anything that Kenny and I had planned for ours. Adam and Louis were standing right next to him and I asked if they were both going as well, but they shook their heads and waited for Jake to finish his chat. I zoned out at that moment thinking that perhaps I could include Adam, and possibly Louis, in my own weekend but of course that would have been silly, they were Jake’s friends not mine. As I stood listening to Jake I had imagined them both in thick diapers and being cuddled by Kenny and me.

Silly, stupid, ridiculous! I’ll have to put a check on my brain as it was beginning to get out of hand, especially as I still hadn’t heard for certain from mum if it was still OK for Kenny to come over. However, I was close enough to Adam now and could tell he wasn’t wearing any extra padding but I was convinced that he was trying to find out if I had pull-ups on… wishful thinking I suppose.

***

Mum was called into the head office again and said that she was sorry but Kenny would have to come over another time. Thankfully auntie said she didn’t mind looking after us both, and, as Jake was going to be away, it should be fairly ‘undemanding’. Mum shrugged in a way that suggested that sleepovers were far from ‘undemanding’ but, as auntie had insisted she could cope, eventually gave her blessing to it. In auntie’s mind, two ten year-olds were going to be easier than three eight years-old, and that had turned out OK.

In one way this was a worrying time. With mum going to head office I wondered if she might have to give her answer as to our possible move. I was dreading what might happen and wondered if this was the last time Kenny and I would get to sleep over. He arrived just as the taxi was whisking mum off to the airport and apart from a couple of quick exchanges between mum and Mrs Morrison, both were gone and Kenny was smiling as he indicated that his backpack was full of ‘surprises’.

Auntie Rose made a big thing about meeting him ‘at last’, and told him how much she had been looking forward to his visit. Ever polite, Kenny seemed to know exactly what to say, which made auntie beam with fondness and admiration for our visitor.

***

Since the storm the weather had been getting decidedly cooler and although the nights were clear, there was a chill in the air that meant playing late outside was not as inviting as it had been. We’d been riding around on our skateboards, trying new tricks and trying to master a few mega-flips but neither of us had managed to execute it perfectly. We spent as much time falling on the floor as we did trying to fly through the air and we’d got ourselves fairly dirty by the time we went in.

Auntie took one look at us and ordered us to shower and change before we tucked in to supper. We went to my room and Kenny emptied his backpack and sorted through the items he’d brought. He lifted out several pairs of thick rubber pants, a couple of pairs of plastic pants, diapers and disposables, he looked up at me as if to say “Too much?” and then laid out his favourite onesie… the pink one.

I showed him my cupboard full of diapers and stuff that his mummy had brought over for me many weeks earlier and the items that mum and auntie had added to since. He loved the white onesie but thought the pale yellow one was fantastic and even loved the matching pair of shorts.

With mum away I suddenly realised that auntie would be in charge and she’d liked it when I dressed as a toddler so wearing all this stuff was, I hoped, not going to be a problem.

***

We were playing together in the shower. We shampooed our hair and we watched the foam slowly drip down our bodies. Sometimes we’d bet on two streams of lather running down and disappearing into the plughole or see how high we could make the suds stand on our heads. We were goofing around and hadn’t realised we’d taken so long when auntie came in and asked us to hurry up as our supper was ready.

We dried each other off and then went to my bedroom where auntie was waiting for us armed with a huge container of baby powder.

“OK boys who’s first.”

I was a bit surprised and stunned but as usual Kenny saw my confusion and immediately volunteered.
Auntie had him lay out his towel and then, after she was sure he was dry, she applied some lotion to his diaper area and then liberally sprinkled the powder all over him. He was obviously enjoying the process and I thought how strange it was that auntie should have known that this is just what Kenny liked. I was sure I hadn’t divulged the fact that he wanted to be ‘babied’ but here he was, thoroughly enjoying the pampering.

She looked over at the pile of options that Kenny had brought and decided, without asking, that a thick cloth diaper was what was needed. She had him lift up his legs and slipped the piece of material under his bottom, which she playfully patted and brought about some giggles from Kenny. She added a thick ‘pad’ which made it very bulky (and absorbent should any accidents happen), but soon had him tightly pinned and chose the thick rubber pants to cover it all with.

“OK, one down,” she smiled whilst tapping a place at the side of Kenny, “one to go.”

Kenny looked happy, adorable and about seven years younger… and as auntie took charge I could see that he was really having fun watching me being diapered. I thought I’d get exactly the same treatment as Kenny but after she had thoroughly dried between my legs she flipped me over and powdered my bottom first. She asked Kenny if it wasn’t a beautiful sight, to which he nodded in agreement, before rubbing even more of the powder in. Kenny joined in and I had two sets of hands making sure my bum was well and truly coated in baby powder.

***

Auntie fastened two thick disposable into place and then added a pair of pink plastic pant over the entire lot, it felt really bulky and my legs were pushed well apart.

“Right Kenny, do you want your onesie,” she held up both his pink one and my yellow one, “or would you like to wear Si’s”

He checked that it was OK with me before pointing to mine and auntie slowly pulled it over his head and fastened the press studs around his thick rubber pants. The sort of yellowy color of the pants matched the fabric and looked really good poking out the leg-holes. He bounced up and down on the bed in delight and complimented auntie on making such a ‘fantastic’ (he never stopped using that word) item of clothing. I of course was then wrapped in Kenny’s pink onesie and, because it was his favourite, I really enjoyed the opportunity to wear it. My pink plastic pants protruded from beneath the cotton but, as if auntie had already known the outcome, like Kenny I was happy with the result.

The front room was nice and warm and there was a blanket set out on the floor in front of the TV. Kenny and I settled down on it as auntie went to get us our supper. She must have been incredibly busy because she returned with cookies in the shape of dinosaurs and milk, but the milk was warm and in bottles… baby bottles. I was about to argue with auntie when Kenny gleefully reached out for his and immediately began sucking between taking little bites out of his cookie. I was a little bit more reluctant but auntie’s gentle smile of encouragement and Kenny’s desire to enjoy the moment soon had me sucking in the warm fluid.

***

I had thought that when auntie had done this with me before that it was just a one off but here I was again, acting like a baby and, with Kenny by my side, not really caring just how much I was enjoying myself. I think it was the fact that Kenny was laughing so much as auntie had got us playing games that were so much fun. The DVD on the TV hardly got a look in as we scampered about the house, well waddled would be nearer the mark, when we went on a treasure hunt. She had hidden items all over the place and trying to find them, and the clues she gave, had us giggling for the next couple of hours.

After that it was getting late and auntie made us a chocolate drink before we went off to bed. The sweet taste was lovely and we both sleepily sucked on our bottles as we curled up together on the blanket. Kenny, as always, was a delight to watch. His enthusiasm and fun personality were a winning combination and I could see that auntie had taken to my best friend and encouraged him in his ‘childish’ desires. To her I think it was no more than letting him be himself, if that’s how he wanted to be, no matter for how long, then he should be allowed to do just it. His ‘free spirit’, I suspect auntie thought, was a good influence and she didn’t want to stop or discourage me from finding my own ‘spirit’.

We were getting tired and auntie took our hand and we waddled off to my bedroom. On the bed she had retrieved a couple of teddy bears, which used to be mine, from Jake’s room and set them as if to welcome us to sleepy time. Kenny clambered in first and pulled one of the bears in with him, I joined him and was pleased to see that it was Barney, my favourite plushie from when I was a kid and hugged him as Kenny snuggled his. Before pulling the sheet over us auntie patted our bums and said that she didn’t want to hear us making a noise in the night and that we weren’t to leave the bed… for anything. We were already quite dozy when she patted our well diapered bottoms, kissed us good night and said that she hoped her babies would sleep tight and have pleasant dreams.

***

That night, I drowsily began to think about auntie. She’d never had a family of her own but was always fun to be with. She seemed to be able to understand mine and Jake’s desires and had a fantastic instinct for buying us just the presents we wanted or needed. She was ‘fantastic’ at making things and we always had brilliant new and unique things to wear, and I wondered if Kenny and me being toddlers was something she had wanted all along. As I slipped into a deep sleep I could hear the soft sound of her on the sewing machine, no doubt she was intent on producing some new and exciting item. I fell asleep with my arm wrapped around Kenny and two teddy bears… and I couldn’t have been happier.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 11

Chapter 13

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Ben’s Bedtime

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Awww someone sure is ready for the dreamland and that thick diaper sure going to help his bed stay dry and soft :)

Even the teddy bear is there waiting for him so they could snuggling together and have some nice dreams.

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My 18th Birthday Part 5

This story is written by Les Lea

As we drove back, after having had lunch at the food court (I had pieces of chicken shaped like dinosaurs and a strawberry shake) where hardly anyone batted an eyelid, I was so excited about getting to play with my new toys. Don’t get me wrong, I had played with toys in the past but not often so this was like a whole new beginning. When I’d helped run the crèche at the work’s charity day I think I was as happy fooling around with the toys as I was getting involved in the kid’s games. In fact, now I thought about it that was the absolute best time I’d ever had at the store.

We arrived back home early afternoon and I was desperate to try out all my new things but Gwyneth took me upstairs, checked to see I hadn’t wet myself in all the excitement and insisted I settle down for a nap first. I was shocked at such a suggestion and told her that I didn’t need one. Again she insisted and I started whining that I wasn’t tired and that I shouldn’t have to go to bed in the afternoon as I wasn’t a baby. However, as I whined and said “No” she pulled off my t-shirt, yanked down my shorts and guided my diapered bottom toward the bed and Teddy.
I no longer felt like an eighteen year-old. My birthday, only a few of days earlier, had been the date when I was finally regarded in most people’s eyes as no longer a child but a man… and yet.

Gwyneth had been very rigorous in not allowing any discussion on the matter and just getting on and doing things for me. I may have felt like I was having an opinion but, in just this short space of time, I’d become a kid again. Not only that, I think I was enjoying not having to make decisions or have any responsibilities. I relished wearing diapers. I loved Teddy. I delighted in all the fun and games my sister organised and she was very good at making all this work for me.

“OK, you’ve had a very exciting day but let’s just calm down a little bit… there’s no need to do everything at once,” she said reasonably. “Just rest your eyes for a few minutes and, if you’re still awake when I come back after I’ve finished what I need to do, you can get up.”

It didn’t seem an unfair request and I don’t think it helped my case that I yawned the moment she had me stripped to my diaper. Teddy was still dressed the same and his cuddly arms were beckoning me to join him so, albeit reluctantly, I did just that. I was sure I’d be awake when Gwyneth returned but she patted my diapered bottom, pulled up the loose cover and stroked my hair for a couple of minutes. As I settled down and yawned once more she said that there was one last thing and slipped the paci between my lips. I was suddenly too tired to argue and without so much as a token protest I soothed myself as I dozed off.

*

I was in a jungle. There were noises of wild creatures everywhere. I was a little bit scared because I heard a rustling behind me. It was the boy from the changing room, dressed in just his cartoon plastic pants and diaper and it was those that were making the noise. He came and stood by my side and we could hear the heavy clomping footsteps of some huge wild animal; it was a chicken dinosaur like I’d had for lunch except this one had real teeth. Both my new friend and I quaked as it drew near and we decided we’d better run for it. At the same time a tribe of about twenty other kids, some of which were toddlers came running from the undergrowth to join us.

We set off screaming and running. The noise from our collective crinkling and rustling protection sending the wildlife scattering, as we tried to escape the monster that was drawing ever near.

We could almost feel its chicken breath on our necks as we powered through the jungle vines. Monkey’s shrieked and fled, snakes looked quizzically, while lions roared as we squealed our way searching for safety. One of the toddlers appeared to know the right direction so led the way. She hacked at the undergrowth and scared away any animal that crossed her path. The rest of us followed, trying to keep up as she shooed a tiger out of the way.

My new friend and I were at the back and we could sense the dinosaur licking its lips in anticipation of having us for a meal. I could feel its teeth brush my head. There it was again, its teeth grazing the top of my head. I was scared but my friend had made some ground in front of me, his colourful waddling plastic covered bottom acting as my guide. “Run, run, run.” I was calling as I thought I was about to be eaten alive.

I was trying to duck out of the way of those ferocious teeth but something flew into my mouth. I was sure I’d just swallowed a huge bug but… but…mmmmm… that tastes nice.

*

I slowly came around to find myself sucking on another baby bottle full of some sort of milky formula; it was warm, sweet and tasted nice. When my eyes eventually focused Gwyneth was there holding the bottle and wiping my hair and sweat from my eyes. Neither of us said anything until I’d completely slurped the wonderful drink down. She was smiling and murmuring some kind of tune as if to comfort me, it worked. I looked at the clock and noticed I’d actually been asleep for over ninety minutes, so much for not being tired. Once I’d finished the bottle Gwyneth checked my diaper. She could see the coloured indicator through the clear plastic and knew that I was more than a little damp. I had wet myself once again without being aware of it. In my head I put it down to the scare in the jungle and as Gwyneth set about the change I told her what I remembered of my dream.

She asked me if I’d liked the cartoon plastic pants with poppers that my young friend was wearing and when I gushed more than I should she said that perhaps we should get some for me. I told her about the girl, who was about four or five years-old, who was leading us to safety. She was wearing a short little dress but her thick diaper was clearly visible as she startled all the animals. Her ruffled pink bottom stood out against the green and darkness of the jungle. Again Gwyneth asked if I liked her ruffled panties and, as she sprinkled powder over my groin, I nodded. It was such a clear dream and I was surprised all the elements that had gone into it contained some of my experiences of the day.

*

I was so intent on telling her about my dream that I hardly noticed I’d been changed. It was amazing how easily I had slipped into this routine such had it so quickly become so much part of my day. Once the blue plastic pants were in place Gwyneth seemed happy that I was now ready to play with my new things. I grabbed Teddy and carried him downstairs and we unpacked all the new toys together. He liked the big truck best, so we spent the time making truck noises and building an imaginary road around the house for it to travel on. All the cartoon figures could fit into its back so they were getting transported as well. Teddy had a terrific imagination.

Wearing just ‘protection’ around Gwyneth’s house had become second nature so Teddy and me playing with the toys and crawling around the floor in a thick, comfortable diaper was like being in my own ‘kidzone’. I think I’d have liked some friends to come and join me, any of those from my dream would have been most welcome but for the moment, well, Teddy and my sister would have to make up my playmates. In fact, so immersed were we in our ‘trucking’ game that before we knew it we were being called for our evening meal, cheesy macaroni.

After din-dins (Gwyneth called it that) I sat and coloured in a couple of pages in one of the books we’d bought at the store. This was another thing I’d never done before, well not since I was a kid. Strangely enough, I wanted to do a good job to show to Gwyneth in the hope of her being proud of what I’d achieved. There were numbers as a guide but I tried to do it without their help and I thought I’d done pretty well. Whilst I was doing that Gwyneth sat opposite me on her computer, I don’t know if she was writing stuff or uploading things onto Facebook or YouTube but I asked her if any of the comments had been from people who wanted to be friends, perhaps even someone who lived relatively close. She said she’d check it out and seemed pleased that I wanted to play with fellow diaper wearing ‘kids’.

*

She told me that the man at the mall, the man who was ‘dada’ to Little Pauly (I never asked his name) was open to the idea that we could have a play date, if I ever wanted one. She’d got his number and asked if she could arrange it would I’d like to do that.

Of course I enthusiastically replied. “Yes please.”

“OK, I’ll see what I can do,” she held my hand, “I think you’re ready for the next step.”

I wasn’t sure what step she was referring to but I liked the idea of having a playdate. I carried on colouring in my book until Gwyneth said it was time for bed. I had no idea what time it was but I said I wasn’t tired and started to whine about having to go to bed. Only days ago I chose when I went to bed and now, I was told. However, the look Gwyneth gave me when I started to moan told me to watch out and besides, as she reminded me. “Do you want a play date or not?”

From the tone of her voice I knew it was in jeopardy so sheepishly nodded. “Then you go to bed when I tell you to. No arguments or I just won’t organize it for you.”
I could tell she meant it and stuck my bottom lip out in a spot of sulkiness but she seemed even more determined, “Bed NOW.” So that was the end of any discussion.

A few minutes later she followed me up to my room and made me put on my footer pjs again. I was going to complain about them restricting my ability to go to the bathroom but I thought better of it. Once I was settled down she slipped a rubber teat between my lips and I got another taste of warm milk, she seemed happy to make small talk about the day as I sucked the bottle empty. She talked about all the kids we’d seen and what they’d been wearing. What outfits she thought I’d look cute in and how nice it will be when I had my first friend to play with. I just nodded as I sucked and as soon as I was finished she slipped in the paci and told me to go to sleep. I looked over at the clock and it was only 7.30 but, I was in bed, my diaper was dry, I was comfortable, I’d just had a warm drink so there was little else worth staying up for. It was the first night I slept without Teddy sharing my bed but the footer was very fleecy so I just hugged myself to sleep.

*

I woke up soaked and a little messy. I wasn’t aware of the mess to begin with but, as I began to move around the bed and get myself up, I realised that there was something more in my diaper. It didn’t feel all liquidy like it had when my bowel exploded the day before but I wasn’t happy sharing my diaper with it. I warily waddled down to the kitchen to get Gwyneth’s help out of my footer and hopefully a change but she was on the phone and there was a bowl of cereal on the table. As she spoke she indicated that I should sit down and have breakfast but I really didn’t want to in the state I was in. I stood at the door waiting for her to finish but she impatiently came over, grabbed my arm and marched me over to my chair and forced me to sit down.

She poured milk into my bowl, and, as she continued her discussion, I think with her literary agent, indicated I should eat. Unenthusiastically, I lifted the first spoonful but I was all too aware of the mushiness that I now sat in. She was still on the phone, typing into her laptop and drinking coffee when I’d finished. I sat quietly wondering what she found to talk about; had she heard from our parents, perhaps spoken to Little Pauly’s dada? She obviously didn’t want me hanging around so shooed me from the table to go and play in the room or sit and watch TV. I didn’t feel I could sit on the sofa in my current condition so lay on my stomach watching the TV which was already tuned to a cartoon channel. I didn’t mind, I’ve always liked cartoons so I quickly got into what was going on.

*

A little while later Gwyneth called me into the kitchen. Finally, I thought, I can get out of this messy diaper and…

“Oh, erm, hello mommy, er, mom.”

There, Skyped on the laptop screen, was mother looking as elegant as ever and smiling.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart.” She beamed, whilst I felt more than a little uptight about still wearing my pjs.

“Er… thanks mom…” Even though she was several days late I didn’t feel able to take the moral high ground as I was sitting in my own poop.

“Your father and I are thinking of you sweetheart and only sorry we can’t be there to celebrate this special day with you.”

“Oh well, you’re very busy… “ I felt guilty myself because I couldn’t even remember which country she was in, although it looked like she was dressed for a party or something.

“I’m sure your sister will make it a memorable occasion for you?” I nodded wondering what she knew.

The large image of mom filled the screen but there was a littler square in the corner containing me. I wondered if she could tell I was wearing kiddie pjs and had a diaper on underneath but my thoughts were interrupted as she brought me back to her.

“OK sweetheart, I have to go as the car has arrived. I’m afraid it will be a couple more weeks before I can get home but Gwyneth will tell you all about that.”

I could hear a voice calling her in the distance. “Happy Birthday again darling, see you soon.”

“Bye mom I…” but the screen went blank and the link died.

I wanted her to tell me why she wasn’t coming home for a while. I wanted to speak longer but the fact that we had spoken filled me with emotion. I’m not sure if it was resentment or what but I felt myself choke up and tears form in my eyes.

*

Gwyneth came over to comfort me and while I cried into her shoulder she stroked my hair and said that it was “Better late than never.” I suppose she was right but I wish mom, and dad I suppose, had a little bit more time for me and hadn’t forgotten my birthday.

Once I was cried out I told Gwyneth that I was pretty messy and needed a change. She sniffed the air and said she wondered what that odour was, so took my hand and led me upstairs. In the bathroom she helped me out of my footer and checked that my protection had held. It had. She pulled down the plastic pants and saw my poopy problem, so slowly, and with a great deal of care, eased the diaper down making sure the mess stayed in the diaper. Once I was able to step out of it she walked me over to the shower and turned it on. She took the hand shower attachment and sprayed me down with warm water. Once the ‘wreckage’ was clear she then said she needed to make sure I was the “cleanest little boy in the world” (I think she was joking and making a little game out of my embarrassment) but now I was clean I was a little more relaxed.

She grabbed a new body gel out of the cabinet, put on a pair of plastic gloves and spread it all over my body. I wasn’t sure why she needed gloves but after a couple of minutes it started to tingle. She left my body soapy whilst she started shampooing my hair with a different brand. I had to close my eyes because the bubbles were causing them to sting. Shortly after that Gwyneth got hold of a cloth, I still had my eyes closed, but felt her wipe off all the stuff from around my body, especially around my cock and bum hole. Once she was happy all that had been removed I was able to stand under the hot shower and rinse away the shampoo.

I climbed out and Gwyneth was waiting with a huge towel to buff me dry and, although the tingling had eased off, I wondered what the new body wash contained to have such an effect. As usual she dried me thoroughly and guided me to my room and lay me out on my bed. It was only when she started applying some very greasy lotion to my entire body I noticed that I no longer had any hair on my body. The few wisps of pubic hair I once had were now gone, so were the fine hairs on my arms and legs and I suddenly panicked that the hair on my head might have also disappeared. I nervously ran my hand over my scalp and was relieved that was still intact.

*

As Gwyneth made sure every part of my body (and I do mean every part and crevice) got a thorough coating I lay there waiting for an explanation. None was forthcoming and, as I wasn’t sure how to bring the subject up, or what I planned on saying, she simply got on with my re-diapering. The padding was once again thick, the plastic pants were pulled up and tucked around the leg so the diaper was contained and then she pulled another new pale blue shirt over my head. This one had the outline of a duck being followed by three baby ducklings across the front, it was cute. She then produced a very short pair of white shiny nylon shorts, which she shimmied up and over my padding before adding a pair of pale blue socks with little ruffles around the top.

She brushed my hair and once satisfied had me step in front of the mirror. There was no doubt about it I looked more like I was eighteen months rather than eighteen years-old. That strange feeling enveloped me once more and I wasn’t sure if I liked or was horrified by my reflection. The problem I now had was that I didn’t have a choice, Gwyneth had made all the decisions and, as she stroked my hair, told me what a smart and cute looking boy I was, I felt like I was indeed nothing more than a child… her child.

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My 18th Birthday Part 2

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Though it’s a name I never really liked, Benjy just seemed appropriate at that moment. She took my hand and guided me back to Teddy who once again seemed more than happy to see me, even dressed as I was. Gwyneth was keen that we should cuddle on the floor (not me and her, me and Teddy) so she could get another photograph. He was so cosy and soft it was like falling into warm butter and, as I squeezed him tightly, his furry arms appeared to embrace me at the same time. There is something very satisfying about a soft, yielding bear that welcomes you into its arms and responds with soft fleecy tickles to your naked body. Everywhere his fur touched produced a wonderful sensation; little ripples of giggly pleasure and velvety reassurance added together with delicate caresses made me feel very safe… and very loved.

There was one thing missing and I was surprised when Gwyneth suddenly produced the finishing touch. She slipped a huge blue pacifier between my lips, which I had no idea how she got or where it came from. At that moment I didn’t question anything as Gwyneth started organising and taking her snaps.

It was no problem snuggling with Teddy and to tell you the truth I was thoroughly enjoying myself. This was the most intimate contact I’d had with anyone (or anything) since, well, since I was five and had my final cuddle with the original Teddy… and I appreciated this renewed relationship.

*

The room was warm and I was comfortable wearing only a made-up diaper. It fitted tightly so wasn’t falling down every few seconds and once Gwyneth had finished taking her photos, we settled down to finish our meal, well dessert actually. It was nothing special except a rather colourful ice-cream medley. We decided to have it sitting on the sofa whilst watching a late night movie. Teddy was just too big to sit with us so he sat at my bare feet, tickling them every time I brushed against him, which I did regularly, so I was smiling when my sister brought in the dessert in a bowl.

She then did something we’d never done before; she fed me spoonsful of the stuff in between taking the odd mouthful for herself. It was a lovely tender and unexpected moment. At one point we were in fits of laughter because she’d offered some to Teddy only for him to turn it down. I think she sneakily nudged his head so it looked like he was refusing the creamy delight.

“Well I suppose someone’s got to think of their figure,” she shrugged and we both sniggered like tots at that.

The movie was boring and the wine had made me very tired so I excused myself and brought my 18th birthday celebrations to a close. Gwyneth gave me a ‘goodnight’ peck and I thanked her for a great fun night (I had actually enjoyed what we’d done together it was so unlike anything we’d ever done before) as she patted my diapered bum and jokingly said I wasn’t to wet, but if I was going to, then at least I was dressed accordingly.

I laughed as I began to trundle to my room but she called me back and asked if I wasn’t forgetting somebody? Of course, Teddy. I picked him up, for such a huge animal he was incredibly light to carry, and we toddled off to bed. It felt strange having the thickness of the diaper between my legs but with Teddy by my side I wasn’t worried, I dreamily thought he’d protect me from whatever the darkness brought. He was my friend and oddly enough the diaper seemed to make everything feel as it should be. Maybe it was the memory of how comforting diapers had been after I lost Teddy the first time that made me not worry as to the way I was dressed.

We climbed on top of the sheets together and it was so nice sinking into bed with someone else, even if that someone was Teddy. He was warm and welcoming and it wasn’t long before, clutched in his paws (and him mine) we were dead to the world.

*

I woke up from a particularly heavy night’s sleep. I was slightly woozy but I was still clutching hold of Teddy, I smiled and thanked him for keeping me safe. I lay there for a few minutes enjoying the sensation of Teddy against my skin when I became aware of the thickness between my legs. I pulled back the thin piece of sheet partially covering us both and saw the towel hanging loosely around my hips. I was quite impressed that I’d been able to sleep with such an unusual thing wrapped around me but apparently, it had made no difference to how I slept. Then I suddenly wondered if I’d wet myself. I didn’t feel wet but… I slipped my hand across the front and thankfully that all felt dry, then, furtively, I slipped it down the front and checked around my dick.

“Dry”, I sighed with relief.

I got up, went to the bathroom and had a nice long shower. I could hear Gwyneth pottering around downstairs and was really pleased with the way we’d celebrated my birthday. As the shower grew warmer I was thinking it was a birthday I’d never forget and beamed enthusiastically at the thought of what we’d done. It had been madly childish but I now had a new Teddy and although

I was eighteen, I wasn’t going to let my parents or anyone else send him to the goodwill store.

*

Dressed in shorts and t-shirt I wandered downstairs. I had four days off until I was scheduled to go back into work so I was being comfortable and relaxed. The store uniform was a tight-fitting green polyester ensemble of trousers and a shirt; with my name and ‘CAN I HELP’ written across the left breast, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear but no one could pretend I wasn’t staff. Anyway, it was something I was always happy to ditch the moment I got home and slip into my favourite casual clothing, which is what I now wore as I wondered into the kitchen.

Gwyneth was making coffee, smiling and humming to herself. We exchanged the usual pleasantries but I detected a grin on her face, which meant she was up to something.

“What are you smiling about,” I enquired.

“Oh, nothing much except I did something last night I’m… er… surprised at the results.” She smiled but looked down as if she had a guilty secret.

“Yes, it was pretty strange wasn’t it… oh… and that reminds me… I’ve put the diaper in the bin. It’s not wet. Well it is but I… er… just dried myself on it.” I said quickly defending myself against any thoughts to the contrary she might have.

Her face brightened up.

“No seriously. I didn’t pee my diaper, honest. I just used what was nearby when I climbed out of the shower.” I stammered.

She could see I was getting slightly agitated over nothing but that smile was still there.

“I believe you,” she tried to calm me and put her hand over mine. “Anyway, I’m talking about something else.” And she flipped open the laptop that lay in front of her.

“See,” she pointed to a Facebook page that had an image of me as a one year-old and me as an eighteen year-old, side by side hugging teddies, with pacis in our mouth and wearing diapers.

She’d put the damn image from last night online. I was mortified. Not only that but as a joke she had swapped the caption underneath so it read “Benjy at 18” under the image of me at one year-old and “Benjy at 1” under the other.

“Take it down.”

She was still smiling.

“Please, Gwyneth, take it down before anyone sees it… I… I…”

“Too late for that I’m afraid.” The smile never left her face as she pointed to the fact that there were 207 Likes and 44 Comments… all of which Gwyneth assured me were positive.

I put my head in my hands and wondered what I should do. I’ve never been any good at getting angry and I don’t think I’ve ever lost my temper with Gwyneth so I was stumped for how I should really respond. All I could think about was the guys at work seeing it and them constantly referring to it. It was a good thing I had so few friends, I wasn’t on Facebook because of that, but she told me she’d set one up just for me. Also, she informed me that I was now ‘trending’, whatever that was, and the next time I looked the Facebook page had gone up to 297 Likes and 61 comments.

*

I sat quietly sipping my coffee but unable to eat anything at that moment. I had filled-up and I was desperately trying to hold back my emotions. I wondered what had possessed her to do such a thing but as she was sat typing away I thought perhaps it had helped her get past her writers block. She pressed the ‘enter’ key and sat back relieved as if she’d just completed an enormous task.

“Have you unblocked yourself,” I asked rather ineptly (and weepily).

She looked at me pondering what I meant, “Can you now write… have you got over not having a story or… whatever…?”

She smiled and said that she now had an idea but that it would need my help to see where it led. She was trying to cheer me up and dig me out of my ‘emotional’ state with a bit of enthusiasm.

She speculated that it might be a terrific change of style for her but needed my involvement and hoped I’d be up for it. I was still nursing my bruised and emotional ego; I didn’t really want 297… no it was now 314… people to think of me as a baby but I suppose it did no real harm. After all, I had so few friends to worry over and in fact, my parents and my sister were the only people I really had anything to do with. I liked the guys at work but… well… it was work; it wasn’t like we socialised much. Even school mates were few and far between, I only saw them when they were back from college or university or where ever.

“I’ve just uploaded a few more images of you from last night to the page…” she spun the screen for me to see, “and already people are clicking the ‘Like’ button.”

*

Although I was frustrated with her attitude my sister had furnished me with something else for my birthday, something I would never even have thought about, my own Facebook page. As I watched the screen I was amazed to see the number of Likes and Comments that kept appearing. She smiled at my stunned expression and suggested that I should read some of them.

I had no idea how to go about it but she pointed out how many Likes each image was receiving and clicked on a box that let me see the comments. Most were very positive: “Oooo look at the lickle babe”, “What a sweet innocent picture”, “Lovely idea”, “What a nice boy” and similar things. However, there were one or two more intense messages.

Gwyneth tapped the screen. “I think maybe later we should take a look at these suggestions and see where they lead.”

I shook my head and told her I didn’t think so but she begged me to reconsider as she thought it would make an interesting part to a new novel she was just beginning to envisage. This, she promised, would get her back on track as she could already feel her creative juices flowing. I still doubted the wisdom of getting involved but she told me that I would be credited at the front of the book for my ‘inspiration’. OK, she got me. How could I refuse my sister and such an opportunity to be recognised as someone who had given a successful author ‘inspiration’?

*

As I sat at her laptop reading the various messages she told me, as she slipped on her coat, collected her car keys and headed for the door, not to reply to any comment just yet. I just shrugged but I have to admit that my curiosity was aroused by just how many people, now standing at over 400 Likes and 83 Comments, felt the need to acknowledge my photographs. I know I was looking like a happy teenager playing with a huge teddy bear and wearing just a diaper but I couldn’t get over why that should create such attention.

“Where you going?” I eventually managed to break away from the screen.

“Just to get a few things from the store, I shouldn’t be long.” She smiled. “There’s plenty of juice in the fridge if you’d rather have that than coffee… and there are some English muffin’s if you want something to eat.”

“OK, see you soon.”

I did prefer juice and poured myself a lovely long cool glass of OJ before putting the muffins in the toaster. I grabbed the butter and strawberry jelly and sat at the laptop waiting for the toaster to do its job, the screen had gone blank and wasn’t sure whether I should touch it to try and get my pages back. I was curious to see how things had developed since I’d last looked. I waited until I’d finished my breakfast before I examined the screen again and hoped that by touching one of the keys I didn’t erase all of Gwyneth’s work.

*

A list of recently visited sites appeared and I was distracted to see that the latest one was YouTube. This was perhaps one of my favourite sites because of all the cute animal clips that seemed to occupy most of its content. I decided I’d like to see some playful kittens to cheer myself up and pressed on the key. It went straight to a clip of a big baby rolling around the floor with a huge teddy. Oh no, it was me. The clip started on my diaper pins and slowly pulled out to reveal, well, everything. To begin with my face was hidden by the big paci and it could have been anybody but as I played with Teddy and moved around the floor hugging and kissing him I became more and more identifiable.

My mouth went dry, it was if I’d never even drunk that OJ, and I stared at the screen mesmerised by my actions. There was absolutely no doubt I was having fun, diaper or not, and from the occasional looks to the camera you could tell I was in my element. As I watched my body went clammy and I could feel those emotions of mine rising to the surface.

As I happily played my diapered bottom appeared to be the main focus of attention – just what the hell was Gwyneth thinking? There were three different clips; two of me playing with Teddy and one of me sleeping with Teddy, which I didn’t even know she’d recorded. In fact, I didn’t know she’d recorded anything I thought she was just taking photos with her phone. There I was, happily snuggling Teddy with my arms wrapped around him, paci hanging slightly out of my mouth fast asleep and my white padded bottom looking quite prominent against the dark blue of my sheets.

I wondered why so many people had commented and noticed that the clips had, even after just such a short space of time, received more than 3200 hits. There was a link to the Facebook page but now I was dreading reading the comments as I was sure they would be calling me a perv… or worse. I filled up with tears and cried because I didn’t know what I could do, I thought such notoriety would make me a laughing stock in town, perhaps lose my job and I’d never be able to look people in the eye again.

*

My bottom lip was still trembling when Gwyneth arrived back home. I hadn’t moved from staring at the screen because I was simply mesmerised by the images. She could see I was disturbed and dropped the bundle of packages she was carrying and came over to comfort me. The sobbing became a full blown wail as I buried my head in her bosom and kept on asking her “Why?” I assumed she hadn’t done it to hurt me but I couldn’t figure out why she would do such a thing.

After a few minutes I calmed down and I looked at my sister through tear-stained eyes. She hugged me again and asked why I was crying. I was speechless that she could ask such a question so just pointed to the screen.

“Yes, it’s you…” she asked with concern, “but why are you crying?”

“What… what… what will…” I sniffed, “what will people think?”

She just shook her head slightly.

“They’ll think that there’s something wrong with me… they’ll think I’m…” I couldn’t finish my thoughts as I was overcome once again with a huge sob that gripped my throat and left me shaking my head in disbelief.

“Tell me,” Gwyneth was now all very serious, “aren’t those really tears of happiness?”

I looked at her in disbelief.

“You’re eighteen. Eighteen,” she emphasised, “and” she pointed at the screen, “that’s the first time I’ve seen you truly happy in many-a-year.”

There was no doubt about it those images were of me genuinely happy. When I was playing with Teddy I simply didn’t have another thought in my head apart from having a fun time with him.

But I wondered, what might others think of an eighteen year-old running around in a towel… that’s a diaper?

Gwyneth hugged me once more. “You, my sweet little Benjy, needed something. I wasn’t sure what to begin with but, and I’m sorry to say this to my little brother but, you needed a kick up the arse for you to start living.”

I was stunned at what she was saying.

“You are eighteen and just coasting through life. You have a miserable job…” I interrupted her and said that at least I had a job. “Yes you do, and I’m sure it’s fine in many ways but… I’ve never seen you actually happy for so long now. You seem to have few, if any, friends and mom and dad are no real help to encourage you…”

The enormity of what she was saying suddenly gripped me and I felt that huge sob I’d been holding back in the pit of my stomach come out with force. I hung onto Gwyneth as I wailed and wailed, not this time because I was worried about what others might think but because she was correct.

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My 18th Birthday Part 1

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“Stoopid, stoopid, stoooooopid,” I was so angry with myself for letting it happen. I was rapping my knuckles on my forehead, shouting and scowling at myself because I just couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been.

I know I’m not the brightest person in the world but I should have caught on sooner and I wouldn’t be in the mess, literally, that I was now… sitting in. With a thick diaper stuck to my body, I disliked immensely the way the poop engulfed everything and made me feel both dirty and queasy. It didn’t help that I was being chastised for being “A dirty little baby” and made to feel that was all that I would ever achieve.

Banging my head wasn’t helping as it hurt. I sat shaking in my pile of poo unable to do much else and began, as I so often did these past few days, to cry. No doubt I looked the picture of abject misery but, this is what the people had wanted and they were getting just that from my current display.

*

My name is Benjamin or Ben, never Benjy as I’ve always thought that sounded so childish. My parents are both quite high achievers in their respective fields; mom being an art historian and dad being a Biotech company CEO. My older sister, Gwyneth had her first book published when she was sixteen, her second did quite well and her third, Smart Moves, had recently been optioned for a movie.

I on the other hand am basically just that, basic. I have no conspicuous talent. I cannot play sports very well (although I’m always game for a … game) and my academic achievements had me constantly in the bottom half-dozen or so. It wasn’t that I didn’t try, Hell; I never stopped trying as I had a great deal to live up to but I just wasn’t clever enough. Simply put, compared to the rest of my family I am DUMB, not gifted in anyway but, on the plus side, I would try anything if I could.

Whereas the rest of my family have terrific jobs I’m stacking produce at our local superstore. It’s boring and doesn’t pay well; a group of Mexicans, East Europeans and me all work for minimum pay just so we have a job to our name. It probably is about the only thing I can do without mucking up but I’d like something better. But hey, look around you – do you see loads of bosses desperate to give high paying jobs away to the likes of me? You get what you’re given and like it… or at least don’t complain about it.

I’ve heard being described by my parents as ‘over-emotional’ (although it’s always said as a whisper and as if I wasn’t even in the room). Obviously it is a somewhat dismissive term but I’m not sure I know why being ‘over-emotional’ is a bad thing. OK, I admit that I can cry at seeing kittens and puppies playing (in fact any baby creatures immediately win my heart) but it’s out of joy. I know I’ve been known to cry at some awful news story where people have been hurt or killed and I also seem to identify with the images of the starving across the world and yes, I am emotional and get upset about any form of violence. For a guy my age I watch very little TV because I find it too violent and the same with computer games. My friends, those few I have, think I’m weird and a bit of a ‘softie’ (although I’m sure they say much worse).

OK. So I’m still living at home with Mom and Dad, when they are here, otherwise I’m shipped off to my clever author sister while they are away on business, vacation or whatever as they don’t trust me not to wreck or set fire the house if I’m left to my own devices. Chance would be a fine thing.

*

It was approaching my 18th Birthday and I was looking forward to some kind of celebration as all my other (few) friends had huge parties when they had reached this magical age. Alas, both my parents would be away on business for a month and my sister wasn’t interested in giving me a party. I suggested we go out for a meal, or something, but she’d just had some bad news herself and was in no mood for any kind of celebration.

Gwyneth had just found out that her boyfriend of three years had recently sired a baby with another girl, whilst my sister had just lost her own. Her house was no place for merriment and I was happy to spend as much time as I could stacking shelves and collecting trolleys just so I wasn’t around her too much.

However, one late night I saw her looking through an album of old photographs. She was smiling at a page that had some rather cute pictures of me. The one she was particularly happy about was of me, I must have been barely one year-old, sleeping and cuddling my teddy bear (Teddy), whilst wearing only a particularly thick and well-pinned diaper. My blue pacifier seemed to cover half my face but I looked so happy and contented hugging Teddy tightly. According to Gwyneth, I was always a happy, chirpy little baby, always smiling and rocking in my diaper or crawling around on some expedition that ended with me back where I started.

*

Eventually, as we settled together on the sofa she asked, with an air of sadness, regret and nostalgia, what it was that I missed most about my childhood. I shrugged and looked at the album, the page still open at me and my teddy bear.

“That.” I said emphatically. “I miss having something to cuddle.”

When I was five years-old my parents, no doubt thinking it was for my own good (or something they had read somewhere) decided to get rid of all my childish notions by throwing out all my baby toys and mementoes. Teddy went with the rest of the stuff to the goodwill store and I never saw him again. I was devastated and I know for weeks after I’d wake up wet both from crying so much and peeing the bed. The last thing they wanted to do was put me back in diapers (it was against the very concept of my growing up) but mom would only put up with wet sheets for a couple of days before she insisted I wear disposables on a night. Oddly enough, these became my comfort for the next few months until I was gradually weaned off my loss of Teddy and eventually back into pjs.

Gwyneth took another look at the photo I was still pointing at.

“You do look particularly sweet,” she said nodding at the photo and then half to herself, “perhaps I should get you something special for your birthday after all?”

Now I love my sister, in fact, I love everybody. I try not to be nasty to anyone and I go out of my way to be respectful to my seniors (Gwyneth is six years older than me) and try and do what I can to help if they are in difficulties or provide a cheerful word if they look like they might need one. I’m no Good Samaritan but I do help out at charity events and the church if they need any volunteers. At work, on their charity day, I was helping run the crèche, organise the free food and dress up as a clown to entertain the children. I got extra credit for all my efforts and was able to get an extra 5% off anything I bought in the store that week. Alas, I had no money and there was nothing I wanted.

*

As my 18th birthday approached I noticed that Gwyneth’s mood improved, as if in some way my reaching this age had cheered her up. I was glad to see her a lot happier and we chatted long into the night about silly stuff and our family. She was telling me that at the moment she had a sort of ‘writer’s block’ (which after all she’d been through I could understand) and that she was glad she had her ‘little brother’ to keep her company through this trying time. I felt sorry for her having to go through all that but was pleased that I was there and in some way help. Perhaps my parents hadn’t been quite as selfish as I’d thought in not letting me stay at home on my own.

The guys at work had bought me celebratory cake for my birthday, which we wolfed down in our lunch break. I received a card signed by them all and also received a load of pats on the back and ‘well dones’ throughout the day. You’re probably wondering why I wasn’t out with my friends or girlfriend, well, I don’t have that many friends and most girls are only interested in a guy with a car and I didn’t fall into that particular category. When I got home the mailman had been but I got not so much as a card from mom and dad. I suppose they were too busy but you’d think… wouldn’t you? Thankfully, Gwyneth had remembered and not only got me a card but a present.

*

It was the biggest teddy bear I’d ever seen. It was slightly bigger than me and had this huge blue bow around its neck just like Teddy had. At first I thought ‘what a stupid gift’ but then I remembered our conversation from a few days previously and, ever thoughtful, she had actually bought me something she thought I’d love. As I stroked his soft fleecy bulk (yes I named him Teddy as I’m that imaginative), his glassy eyes and stitched on smile won me over and I couldn’t stop cuddling him… he was so soft and… wonderful. Gwyneth was delighted that I was happy and we sat and had a meal that she had specially prepared. She even offered me a glass of a rather nice chilled white wine, which for once didn’t taste of warm sour apples like I’d had in the past, although I really wasn’t much of a drinker.

After two rather large glasses I was quite giggly and Gwyneth was very entertaining. She took a few photographs on her phone of me and Teddy cuddling and kissing (yes I know but I’d had a couple of drinks) and she thought how delightful we both looked. Then she said she had an idea and wondered if I’d be up for a dare. I wasn’t sure where this was going but, with my inhibitions loosened by the wine, nodded and she suggested we recreate that image of me of when I was one year old.

*

I laughed out loud. She laughed along with me and then said that perhaps, we should ask Teddy?

“OK Teddy, you huge cuddlesome beast,” she giggled like she was a seven year-old, “should Benjy…”

Now I giggled like a toddler as I looked into Teddy’s eyes half expecting him to actually reply. His huge furry face and soft welcoming body oozed love and friendliness… this was a Teddy who would always be there for you… for me… and would never steer me wrong.

“… should Benjy accept the dare?” She nodded then looked at me who was watching her and then looked back at Teddy.

Suddenly she leapt up and gave a little shout “There,” she said emphatically, “he just nodded.”

I looked back at Teddy and there was no doubt that his smile appeared to have got broader (though this might be down to the influence of alcohol on my brain) and he was nodding (again this might have been down to my sister pushing him with an unseen hand), either way, it was conclusive. Teddy wanted me to re-enact my photo.

*

I started cuddling him but Gwyneth said that I had to change first. I wasn’t too sure what she meant but she told me to follow her to her room.

“OK, let’s do this correctly,” she slurred slightly, “We need you dressed properly.”

I wasn’t sure what was about to happen but I was enjoying the silliness of the situation so went along with it.

“Take off your clothes,” she waved her hand in the direction of them, “and lay down on my bed.”

I was a little bit shocked at the suggestion but it was my sister and she wouldn’t be seeing anything she hadn’t seen thousands of times before, which she reminded me of as I slowly pulled off my shirt and dropped my jeans.

“Yesshh, and your boxers,” she went off in search of something in the bathroom.

Reluctantly, I slid them to the floor and then playfully kicked them off. They landed on a lampshade, which immediately made me start to giggle even more. “Now I’m an accurate kicker,” I half grumbled to myself. “Why wasn’t I that good when I played soccer and there were other people around?”

*

I lay out naked on the soft, feather-filled, cream and blue duvet that covered her bed and awaited her return; my bare dick not displaying any of its usual feistiness like it often did when it came to being free of clothing. I stroked it a couple of times but thankfully it wasn’t playing and at that point Gwyneth arrived back in the room carrying a thick towel and I guilty let go of my prized ‘toy’.

“I’ll get you something else to play with later,” she mocked as she pretended to slap away my hand.

I realised what she was going to do and thought “Why not go all the way?” so let her fold it into shape and slip it under my bum… although before pinning it into place she sprinkled some baby powder all over me.

“Now you even smell the part,” she was smiling and that had me responding in the same way as I quite like the smell of talcum powder.

Nakedness between us has never been a problem. Nudity was never shameful in our family and it was just ‘normal’ that we wondered from bedroom to bathroom naked as it was wearing something. As we grew up we didn’t hide ourselves from each other so it was really no big deal for her to see my genitals, though perhaps not so close up. Even though she hadn’t lived at home for a couple of years now I wasn’t bothered as she rubbed the powder in and then tightly pulled the towel up between my legs and pinned it into place.

She pulled me to my feet and let me look at myself in the mirror. I was amazed at how thick the towel fashioned as a diaper appeared but, and I have to hand this to my sister, it looked exactly like the one I was wearing as a baby all those years ago.

She was smiling. “Let’s go show it off to Teddy… see what he thinks off his little friend… his little Benjy.”

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 2

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Tykables Pals

TedEBearTykables is bringing a whole new line of plushies to market starting with Ted E Bear from our Puppers print. 32″ tall this big guy will make you feel Little.

You can find the cute teddy bear here: https://tykables.com/products/tedebear

But i dont know when its going to be in stock or what the price on this teddy bear going to be :(

 

But Tykables sure seems to be the first ABDL Company that lunch some own plush’s. That sure is kind of exacting news :)

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