~Story: "Becoming a Diaper Boy", Part 38

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BECOMING A DIAPER BOY: PART 38
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"Something sure stinks in here!" Mitchell's mother said
as she detected the strong, foul odor in his bedroom. "What
did you do with your underwear when you changed?" she asked
Mitchell.
He pointed to his laundry pile in the corner.
"Well, let's just get all this loaded into the wash,"
she told him. She left his room and returned with a couple
large laundry baskets. She grabbed several armloads of his
dirty underpants, socks and shirts and threw them into the
basket. She was disgusted by seeing most of his underpants
dirtied by poor wiping, but she had given up on this issue
about two years ago and figured it was her son's business if
he wasn't concerned about the cleanliness of his underwear.
Mitchell couldn't do much to stop his mother as he knew
she would uncover the pairs that he had soiled. She got to
the bottom of the pile, where his heavily soiled underpants
were sitting. His mother picked up the shit-soaked bundle of
underwear and looked at how they were bunched together.
"What's this?" she asked. "How did these underpants get
this way?"
"Well, I had an accident in them!" Mitchell said.
"I see that," his mother said impatiently. "But how did
they get all stuck together like this? From the looks of it,
it appears that you put all these on and wore them at the
same time."
"Okay, I did," Mitchell confessed.
"I don't want to see this again, Mitchell!" she said.
"What?! I needed some, well, you know, some
protection!"
"These underpants are all ruined now and I have to buy
you some more, or let you deal with the shortage!"
"What's wrong with wearing them like that?" Mitchell
asked his mother.
"Well, like I said, it ruins your underwear, and it's
too much like wearing a diaper, and you ought to know what
we think of that, Carl!"
"Yes, Mom, I do," Carl acknowledged as he grumbled.
"I'm not going to have two boys your age wearing
diapers, or wearing your underwear like it's a diaper,
that's what you two were potty trained for!"
Their mother then left from the room with the first
basket load of laundry and she told Mitchell to bring the
second basket behind her. He returned a few minutes later
and joined Carl again.
"Let's go to my room, I'll show you what I have," Carl
said as he invited Mitchell into his bedroom.
Carl went to his closet and pulled out the remaining
two diapers. In spite of wanting to diaper himself in all
three of the diapers, Carl loaned of them to his brother,
anything to help promote their renewed relationship.
Mitchell held the diaper in front of him. He had an
awkward look on his face, and then he admitted that he
wasn't sure how he was going to put it on.
"Want me to help?" Carl offered.
"You serious?" Mitchell questioned.
"You want a diaper on?"
"Uh, yeah," Mitchell said.
"Well, take your shorts off and get on my bed," Carl
told him.
The two boys had seen each other naked all the time and
it didn't bother either one of them to be seen without their
clothes on. Mitchell got up on the bed and waited for Carl
to diaper him. Carl still had the container of powder that
he obtained from Marvin and Max and he started putting it on
Mitchell.
"Uh Carl, if you don't mind, can I a least put the
powder on myself?" Mitchell requested as he felt awkward
about letting Carl touch his privates. Carl agreed, and
likewise, felt a little silly about rubbing the powder into
his brother's crotch.
Carl watched as Mitchell powdered himself. Since
Mitchell was a year older and more developed, his hard-on
was much larger, much to Carl's envy. After Mitchell had
sufficiently powdered up everything from his butt and his
balls, Carl helped put the diaper on him. Carl pulled the
cloth up over his brother's large, protruding penis, pulling
it up towards his stomach as he fastened the diaper at the
sides with the safety pins.
"Okay, you're done!" Carl said. "Just to let you know,
you have to clean yourself up, too, after you've used it,"
Carl said.
"That's fine with me," Mitchell agreed. Mitchell then
put his shorts back on and took a look at himself in the
mirror to make sure his diaper didn't show too much. He only
had to worry about being caught for another hour or so
before he and Carl were sent to bed that night anyway.
Carl went into his bedroom and he took his shorts off.
He added the second diaper to the first one he had on
already and he hopped into his bed, happily double-diapered.
Mitchell just took his shorts off and kept his diaper on. He
had a hard-on ever since Carl diapered him and he couldn't
wait to satisfy his teenage hormonal urges, so he joyfully
jacked himself off and came into his diaper. He was so much
more satisfied with masturbating this way that he told
himself he would never go back to masturbating "the normal
way" again, and he liked how he no longer had to worry about
getting his bed sheets covered with jizz anymore.
The next morning proved to be just as challenging as
the day before. The boys were awakened later than usual and
awakened abruptly by their father. He marched into Carl's
room and yanked away the sheets. Carl was on his stomach,
lying in a curled-up position. this time not wearing several
pairs of underwear, but a double set of diapers, converging
into a thick mass of cloth where his diapers ran from his
butt to his crotch.
"Huh? You're wearing diapers again?" the father
exclaimed as he saw his son's thick diapers adorning his
behind. "What has gotten into you, Carl? Now hurry up and
get dressed!"
Carl slowly rose as his father hurriedly left his room
and went into Mitchell's room. He pulled the sheets off of
Mitchell and quickly noted that he was dressed the same way,
though only diapered half as thickly as Carl.
"What?! You, too, Mitchell?! What the hell has gotten
into you boys!!"
"Carl, come here!" his father shouted to him from
Mitchell's room. Carl had not even had a chance to start
taking his diapers off when his father called. Five seconds
passed and then Carl's father's head appeared from around
the door of his room.
"NOW!!!" he shouted very loudly.
Carl got up from his bed with having only removed one
pin from his outer diaper. He went into Mitchell's room and
joined his older brother. Both boys stood in their diapers
and shirts before their angry father.
"I don't know what has possessed you boys to wear
diapers, but since you have them on now, you'll both be
going to school in them!"
"But, Dad!" Carl said.
"No buts! You have fifteen minutes to get *your* butts
dressed and ready to go!" he shouted.
Carl returned to his room and finished taking off the
second diaper, knowing that he would never get his pants to
fit over two of them. Just getting his pants over one diaper
was hard enough. He couldn't zip his fly, and his thick,
white diaper poked through the big gap in the front of his
pants. He decided to undo the button and pull the zipper up
as far as he could and use a safety pin from the other
diaper in place of the button on his pants. He found the
longest shirt he could find so that it would cover the top
of his pants since his diaper went up too high for his pants
to conceal it. Mitchell was in a similar predicament and
unable to get his pants to fit.
Their father was getting impatient. He had been sitting
out in the car reading the paper before he came back in to
check on his boys. Both boys had come out of their rooms.
Mitchell appeared with his pants still unfastened because of
the diaper.
"I can't get my pants to fit, Dad!" Mitchell
complained.
"Too bad! You're the one who wanted to wear diapers!
Now let's get going!"
"We need to brush our teeth still," Carl said.
"Geez, boys! You haven't even done *that* yet?! You
haven't combed your hair or anything!"
Their father stood at the bathroom door as he waited
impatiently for his boys to finish their morning hygiene and
grooming.
"Uh, Dad, I need to go to the bathroom," Carl said.
"What for, Carl, you have a DIAPER on, remember?"
"Yeah, but if I go, my pants will get wet since I'm not
wearing any plastic pants," he said.
"Forget it! Use your diapers anyway! I'm going to be
late, and so will you!" their father ordered them out to the
car. Mitchell still hadn't finished rinsing out his mouth
and had a ring of toothpaste around his lips as his father
marched him out the door, giving him and Carl just enough
time to get their book bags.
Carl and Mitchell held on for dear life as they watched
their father race through traffic. He was cursing at the
other drivers and making every effort to get ahead of school
buses and any other large vehicles that he knew would likely
slow him down.
Just before they got to their school, a policeman
appeared behind them with red and blue lights flashing. As
their father looked in his rearview mirror, he let out the
longest, ugliest string of profanity the boys had heard from
him in a long while.
Their father got the car stopped. He angrily retrieved
his driver's license and reached across to the glove
compartment to grab his registration. The police officer
appeared and went through the usual routine.
Carl and Mitchell sat silently as they waited for the
police officer to write the ticket. Their father kept his
hands on the steering wheel. He was sweating, grumbling,
veins popping through his neck.
"Uh, Dad?" Mitchell bravely asked his highly enraged
father. "We can get out and walk to school from here."
"NO!" he shouted. "STAY HERE!!!"
"Yes sir," Mitchell replied. His father took it as
sarcasm and blew up at Mitchell and then at Carl in spite of
his innocence. Mitchell and Carl were both in tears at this
point. They also both needed to pee badly. Carl and Mitchell
were both planning to go into the bathroom when they got to
school, where they would unpin their diapers and keep them
from getting wet and use the urinals instead.
The time seemed to pass so slowly.
"How fucking long does it take to write a damn
ticket?!" their father yelled as he slammed his fist on the
dashboard. Carl couldn't hold it any longer and he ended up
wetting his diaper. Without any plastic pants, his diaper
became soaked and the wetness spread to his pants. He had an
embarrassing, large dark spot on the front of him. The seat
on the car had absorbed some wetness, too. Mitchell couldn't
hold his any longer, either, and ended up wetting his
diaper. The car's interior began to smell of urine.
"Did you wet, one of you guys?"
"I did," both Carl and Mitchell said in unison. He
looked at Carl and noted the seat was getting wet.
"Crissakes! You're getting the damn seat wet, Carl!"
his father yelled.
"I told you, Dad, I didn't have any plastic pants on,"
Carl said in a nervous voice.
"Goddammit, never mind!" his father said. He handed
Carl a stack of advertising inserts from out of the paper
for Carl to sit on. He located the classified ads section,
knowing this section wouldn't be read, and handed it to
Mitchell.
The police officer finally came back with the citation
in his hand. The boys' father signed it and handed it back
and then complained to the police office for taking so long
to write the ticket.
"Well, sir, you realize you would have made it to your
destination long ago had you been driving the posted speed
limit," the police officer said. Have a nice day, sir. Drive
more carefully from now on."
The boys' father gave himself a couple minutes to cool
himself down. Realizing that he was already late, he decided
that there was no point in rushing. He drove to the school,
just a quarter mile away and escorted his boys to the
building. Carl and Mitchell looked at each other's wet pants
and they both knew they couldn't enter their classrooms like
this. They didn't dare complain to their father at this
point.
He went into the school with Carl and Mitchell to tell
the attendance office that his boys were now in school and
to explain the reason for their tardiness. He also used the
phone there to call his work and let his boss know he was on
his way.
Before Carl and Mitchell went to their classrooms, they
paid a visit to the school nurse. Both boys went in at the
same time and explained that they were brothers and didn't
need individual privacy, so she let them both into the
"diaper room", as it was called among the diaper-wearing
kids in the school. The nurse looked at Mitchell, having
recognized him from the day before and asked him if he
needed to start bringing his own diapers.
"I don't plan on wearing them in school," Mitchell
explained to the nurse. The nurse figured that perhaps
Mitchell was starting to have some problems with his body
and he was too embarrassed to tell his parents about it.
"You had a big accident yesterday, and you're in a
diaper today and you've wet it," she said. "You might want
to bring some diapers if you keep having problems, you can
keep them in one of these boxes," she explained. "But I'd
bring disposable diapers since we don't have the time nor
the equipment to wash cloth diapers."
The nurse changed Mitchell's diaper and then gave him
his pants back.
"Do you need me to call your parents for them to bring
you boys some pants?" she asked them.
Carl and Mitchell looked at each other. Neither of them
was about to go into their classes and they nodded to each
other.
"Yes, please," Mitchell said. "But call my mother, her
work number is 555-1584."
"Okay, let me change your brother, and then I will call
your mother."
"What about our teachers?" Carl asked.
"I'll let them know you're both here, so you'll be
excused."
After Carl was changed into a disposable diaper, he and
Mitchell were left alone in the diaper room, both of them in
just their diapers.
"Oh no! Mom won't know anything about this!" Carl said.
"She's gonna be pissed," Mitchell said. Carl looked at
Mitchell and said, "I'm sorry I got you into this. You must
be mad at me."
"No Carl," Mitchell replied. "It's my fault, I'm the
one who wanted to wear them. It turns out I didn't need
them, since I haven't had to poop since last night."
"But do you still want to wear them?"
"Yeah, but not here at school! Everybody is going to
tease me about what happened yesterday!"
"You boys sit tight," the nurse told them as she came
back in. "Go ahead and put your wet pants back on for now
and wait out in the front. The chairs are plastic, so you
won't ruin them when you sit on them."
It was nearly an hour later before the boys' mother
came to the school, bringing with her two pairs of pants. As
expected, she had a very angry look on her face.
"Just what is going on with you boys and wearing
diapers all of a sudden?" she asked them. "What went on this
morning? I had no idea what the nurse was even talking about
when she called!"
Carl then volunteered to explain everything from the
night before and how he and Mitchell wound up being late and
wetting their pants.
"I should have just made you boys wear wet pants all
day!" their mother grumbled as she tossed each of her sons a
clean, dry pair of jeans.
"So, what are you going to do now?" they asked their
mother.
"We'll talk about it this evening! I'm going back to
work!" she stormed off as she took the two pairs of wet
pants and the wet diapers with her.
It wasn't an easy day for Mitchell. Everybody teased
him about his pooping accident the day and being diapered as
a result. Everybody looked at Mitchell's butt to see if he
was diapered, and they confirmed it by the crinkling sound
and the telltale bulge. A lot of kids who had been bullied
by Mitchell were taking shots at him and getting revenge for
the things he had done to them. Mitchell had been knocked
down several pegs and lost his status as a schoolyard bully.
Things weren't going much better for Carl, either. Carl
was upset from everything that had happened that day. He
tried to ignore the fact that he was diapered, but every
little move his body made reminded him of the thick, white
pad that had been taped around him. He and Mitchell each wet
their diapers once more during the day and they both needed
to be changed again by the school nurse.
When the boys' mother picked them up from school and
they got into the car, they were surprised to see that in
the back seat were four large packages of diapers. They
looked very familiar to Carl. They were the same, super-
thick disposable diapers that Tommy, Marvin and Max all wore
to school.
Carl and Mitchell stared at the diaper packages in
complete disbelief. Both of the boys knew that the diapers
were for them to wear, but they sensed that the diapers were
intended as part of a further punishment and not just for
them to wear because they wanted to wear them.
"Are these diapers for us?" Carl asked his mother
naively.
"No, they're for your father, he's become incontinent!"
she replied sarcastically. "Of course they're for you boys!
You wanted diapers, you got `em!"
"Uh, thanks, Mom," Carl said dubiously.
"I don't know what you're thanking me for, Carl," she
said. "You may not want to wear diapers after this."
The rest of the drive home was silent and devoid of
conversation. When they got home, the boys were told to take
two packages of diapers each into their rooms and then to
return to the garage. When they went back to the car, they
saw that their mother had opened up the trunk. Inside of it
were six more packages. They were cloth diapers and plastic
pants.
"These are yours, Carl," his mother said as she handed
him three sacks. Mitchell was then handed three more sacks
of his own and told, "and these are yours, Mitchell."
Neither Carl nor Mitchell really knew what was going
on, other than that their mother had bought a lot of diapers
for each of them. They were both told to change out of the
diapers they were already wearing and to put on three cloth
diapers and a pair of plastic pants each and then get
started on their homework.
"So you're letting us wear diapers now?" Carl asked his
mother.
"I wouldn't say `letting', but yes. I'm not going to
fight this issue any longer! I took off an hour early from
work to get these diapers for you! Oh, and I also closed out
your savings accounts to get the money for them!"
"Mom!" the two boys exclaimed.
"Those diapers are expensive, so you'd better get your
money's worth out of them!" she said.
"But, I was saving for computer games and stuff!" Carl
said.
"Me, too!" Mitchell added.
"You boys have enough computer games as it is!" she
said. "You might want to think about whether or not the
diapers you're both going to be wearing all summer long are
worth the money that was spent on them, your money, that
is."
"All summer long?" Mitchell questioned.
"That's what I said, Mitch," she said. "All summer
long!"
"And what about school?"
"That's what the disposable diapers are for," their
mother explained. "School, and whenever you boys leave the
house, which won't be often, especially since your clothes
will be confiscated."
"What?!" Carl exclaimed. "You're confiscating our
clothes, too?"
"You won't be able to wear them, your pants, at least,"
his mother said. "You ought to know how thick three cloth
diapers are! From what your father told me, when I called
him at work, you couldn't get your pants to fit over even
one diaper!"
"Dad made us wear them that way," Carl said.
"And whose fault is that, Carl, Mitchell?" their mother
asked rhetorically. "Now get your butts in your rooms and go
change now!"
Carl and Mitchell each went into their rooms with mixed
feelings about everything that had suddenly happened. They
each felt like that this should have been arranged so that
having them wear diapers would not be a punishment, but as a
way for their parents to merely accede to their wishes.
Carl opened up one of the two bags that each contained
a dozen pre-folded cloth diapers, their fabric still virgin
white and untainted by any pee and poop stains. He pulled
out three of them as his mother had told him. He then looked
in the third bag, which contained six pairs of plastic
pants, several dozen safety pins, plus wipes and powder.
Carl took his pants off and then the diaper he had been
wearing since he was changed that afternoon. He had wet in
it some since then. He then lied himself down on his bed and
tried to wipe his moist skin and then powder it. He got
himself hard from rubbing powder around his own genitals,
but it wasn't nearly as satisfying to him as having Heidi or
Nancy do it.
Next he stacked the three diapers together and sat on
them. Then, one diaper at a time, he brought each of the
sides together and fastened them with the large pins. He
repeated with the other two diapers and then pinned them on
over the first one. He thought the diapers were on him
tightly enough, but when he stood up he felt the diapers
sagging and hanging from his hips. He felt some air space
between his crotch and the diapers,, they weren't tightly
pressing his balls and dick upwards the way they did when
somebody else diapered him and he missed the feeling of it.
He decided to leave his diapers the way they were and have
the plastic pants keep them up on him. He stepped into one
of the fresh pairs of frosty white plastic pants and pulled
them up over the diapers. He then exited his bedroom,
embarrassed to appear before his mother in such diapers.
She knelt down and examined his diapers. She patted her
hand on his bottom and detected the slack diaper material
over his butt. She could see that Carl needed some practice
in self-diapering, but at least he was diapered as heavily
as what she had told him to put on.
Mitchell was having a harder time. He was a complete
novice to wearing diapers and he hadn't ever seen anyone use
cloth diapers nor observed anyone putting them on someone.
His mother looked at him and figured he was in even more
need of practice. She ended up re-doing his diapers for him.
When he came back out, Carl observed that Mitchell's diapers
went up much higher and had a tighter look to them. Carl
then asked his mother to help him with his own diapers, and
so she did.
A few minutes later, Carl returned to the kitchen table
to join Mitchell in doing homework. Carl felt that his
diapers fit him a lot better, about the same as having Heidi
or Nancy diaper him, and he could feel the diapers hugging
his lower back and constricting his body over his stomach.
His genitals were firmly held in place by several bands of
cloth bunched up into his crotch. The diapers now felt solid
and tightly packed in between his legs like they should have
felt.
When their father returned home from work later that
evening he saw his boys in their diapers just as he had
expected them to be wearing. He and his wife agreed during
their phone conversation that afternoon that they were going
to make their boys stay in diapers all summer long.
"You boys realize that we're not doing this for your
pleasure," their father stated as he sat his two sons down
on the couch in front of him. "You're both grounded for the
entire summer, you won't get any allowance, you won't see
any friends, and we'll look for a baby-sitter to watch you
guys while your mother is at work. I'm sure your mother has
told you that you'll have to change and wash your own
diapers, except for when the baby-sitter is around."
For the next two weeks, Carl and Mitchell were confined
to wearing only their diapers and their shirts from the time
they came home from school to the next morning. They each
wore their disposable diapers to school and brought along
two diapers each for their daily changes. Upon getting home,
they were to diaper themselves in the triple-thick cotton
diapers, and after a few days and two wet, smelly spots on
the couch, their mother decided that Carl and Mitchell were
better off to have her diaper them instead of having them
try putting their own diapers on.
Carl and Mitchell never talked to Tommy, Marvin or Max
at school, and only through late-night e-mail sessions was
Carl able to communicate with the other boys. He hoped to
see the other boys over the summer, but from the way things
appeared at that point, they would not see each other face
to face until they entered junior high next fall.

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