I woke up at around 6AM. Now I really had to go. I had turned over in my sleep and the diaper was bunched under my bum. It felt so neat. It was so snug, but it had lumps where the padding was. I turned over onto my back and spread my legs. This woke Tom up. He sat up and knelt on the bed looking at me. "Did you go yet?" I shook my head and closed my eyes and tried, but I couldn't. "It's easier if you stand," he offered. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I got up and I spread my legs and closed my eyes and finally it felt right and I just let go. I can't tell you how neat it felt. I was always told how nasty and sticky and awful wetting yourself was, but it was so warm and soothing. It spread around my diaper area and pooled between my legs. I finished and sighed. "You like it" Tom asked. I just turned red and stood there. Then I took a tentative step. The diaper was much more compact now that it was wet, but I could feel the warm pee as it squished here and there. I reached my hand into my pajamas and felt the plastic. Now it wasn't wrinkly, but it was smooth and warm, and the padding felt like clay underneath. I grinned at Tom. Then I walked over and got back into bed.

We whispered and giggled all morning until his mother called us to come down for breakfast. Tom and I jumped out of bed and then I froze. "Come on," he said, "my mom won't mind." I was turning red again. I shook my head very strongly. He grimmaced at me "hurry up then." I skinned down the pj pants and then the diaper. It plopped onto the floor. The area under the diaper was still wet tho. I didn't know what else to do so I just pulled up the pants. It didn't seem to show and I ran downstairs.

We wolfed down our apple-jacks and then decided to go upstairs to watch TV. "Tim. Could I talk to you for a minute alone." their mom asked. Holly and Tom ran upstairs and I sat at the table.

"Tim. Is everything ok with you?" "Yeah" I said embarrassed. "I know my kids are pretty unusual. Does it bother you?" "No." I said still really embarrassed and turning red. "It's ok for them, if that's what they want to do." She grinned at me "I know you have a wet spot on your pants and you smell like pee too." I started to squirm and I turned really red. redder than I've ever been. "It's ok Tim. Your mom knows about Tom and Holly. She doesn't have to know about you. If you want to play in diapers with them, I won't tell her and nobody needs to know." I nodded. "I can see your embarrassed, so I won't say anything more about it."

I looked at her and she had a very kind smile on her face. I tried to grin back and ran upstairs.

"Tom she knows! Your mom!" "Mom knows everything, she's going to let you wear them right?" "Yeah, she said she wouldn't tell my mom." "Here," he said "there's your other one. Put it on."

I thought for just a second and then I put it on. When he saw me start, he pulled down his PJs and changed himself. Then we went in to watch TV. Holly was already there and I started blushing again. Tom's PJs were dark blue, but mine were light green and you could see through them. She grinned, "you're playing!" She and Tom started to grab at me and they play wrestled me onto the couch and we stayed there in a pile watching TV.

After about twenty minutes, Tom announced he was going to need to go. He was stretched across my leg and as he started to go, I could feel his pamper fill with warm pee. He squirmed a bit in his didee and we went back to the TV show. A little while after that I realize that I had to go too, but not pee. I tried to hold it, but I had started to squirm and I let a few farts. "What's up?" Holly asked. "I have to BM." I said. "Well, just go, we won't mind." "NO WAY!" I said. "I'm going to the bathroom." They giggled and shrugged as I got up.

I went into the bathroom and looked at the toilet. I couldn't believe I had come this far in only a few days. I squirmed a bit and let it come out just a little bit. Then I got cold feet and turned around, pulled down my pants and diaper (it was hard to get down), and sat on the bowl and went.

I pulled my diaper and pants on and went back to the playroom. They looked at me expectantly and I think were a little disappointed that I had used the toilet. Holly got up. "I have to make a BM too! But I'm not going to the toilet." She turned around and spread her legs and lifted up her nightshirt. I could see her straining, then a little bump appeared on her diaper-bum. Then another. I could slowly see her filling her diaper with cuck-cka. Finally she seemed to have finished. and turned around. She bowed like she was a great performer, then she patter herself on the butt and sat down. I could smell as the poo squished, but I was getting used to this and it didn't bother me.

We kept watching cartoons for a while and then decided to play with cars. When Holly knelt down to pick up a truck, I could see her bum. Her mess wasn't very big and it seemed to be pretty solid. There was also a brown patch where the poo had soaked through when she was sitting on it. I could see a couple of masses sagging down between her legs. Her load was bouncing as she ran around pushing the cars.

I sat down next to the toy garage and pushed cars around it. I wasn't paying too much attention tho because I could feel that I was going to have to go pee soon. I sat and pretended it wasn't a problem. Soon I was squirming. Tom was still playing and not paying any attention, but Holly came over. "It's ok. Go ahead."

I turned red and looked away from her. "Come on" she said, "is it number one or number two." "I gotta pee," I said. "That's nothing, she replied. "Go 'head and go." "I dunno if I can. The other time I had to stand up and I was still tired. I don't think I can go in my pants if you're watching me." "OK. I'll wait, but you tell me when you go."

She went over to the other side of the room and played with Tom. He was oblivious to the whole thing--well maybe he wasn't but he was pretending to be. I tried to play with the cars, but I had to start wiggling my legs and moving my bum around. I looked over and Tom and Holly weren't looking at me. I closed my eyes and tried to go. I felt a little squirt, but that was all. I tried to relax and let myself go peepee, but it still wouldn't come out. Finally, I gave up and stood up and walked into the hallway. Once I was out, I felt so much more relaxed because they weren't looking at me. I went into the bathroom and stood looking at the toilet. I decided to try one more time and I closed my eyes and spread my legs. I did another squirt. Then I felt something relax in me and it started to flow. The warmth went around my diaper and pooled between my legs. I was embarrassed, but it felt so good. So warm. I felt so secure. The flow finished up and then I let a few more squirts go and I was done.

This time I had waited a while and my diaper was really wet. I just stood there and I could feel it soaking up into the padding on my bum. My front was already all wet.

Finally, I came out of my trance and opened the door and went back to the playroom. It was weird to walk with the wet diaper on. I could feel the warm liquid squishing between my legs and I sort of held them further apart. It felt different and less puffy under my pants. I entered the playroom and both Holly and Tom were waiting for me. They looked at me expectantly.

"Well?!" Holly exclaimed. "Did you do it or did you chicken out?

"I did it." "What did you do?" she asked. "I did it, ok?" "What did you do, tell us what you did?" "I went in my pants, ok? Is that what you wanted to hear."

They giggled. I guess that was it. They came over and grabbed my hand and started to dance around. I tried to dance with them, but it was hard to do with the diaper between my legs. Finally we got dizzey and all fell to our knees. Holly sat down on her behind and mushed her bum against the floor. This made the smell much stronger from her pants. She smiled at me. I was on my knees and I sat down. The wet squished around my bum. It felt really good.

"So, now you're playing along with us. Now you need to learn the rules. Follow me." She got up and ran into the closet. We all ensconced ourselves in it and closed the door. It smelled really strong, but I was beginning to get used to the smell. Because of her poop, I couldn't smell myself at all.

"Mom lets us play baby-diapers, but we have a few rules. First, you have to change yourself. She says she's changed enough diapers and she doesn't want to change any more, so if we want to wear them, we have to change ourselves. Even when we make a big mess like I do." She rubbed her bottom against the floor. "Second you boys change yourselves in your room or in the bathroom and I change in my room. We don't change together. Mom says if she catches us changing together, we can't have any more diapers. Next, we have to leave the diapers wrapped up and in the special waste-basket in the bathroom. If we get a rash, we have to wear regular clothes until it goes away. If we wet our clothes or wet the bed, we have to tell her what happened and she'll wash them, but it makes her real mad. And we have to make sure not to sit on the good furniture downstairs if we are wet or poopy. And one more thing. Don't go in your pants unless you have a didee on, OK?"

"Yeah," I said. "I don't believe I'm doing this tho."

"I think it's cute," Holly said. "I want to see you in just your diaper." "No. I'm too embarrassed." I said. "Come on..." she whined. "I wanna see you in your yellow wet soggy diaper." "OK, if you promise you won't laugh." "Laugh at you?" she questioned. "I don't think I have anything to laugh at." She turned on her stomach and stuck her bum up in the air. The brown poo-poo spot was even bigger and it was certainly smelly.

"Ok." I undid my belt and pulled down my pants and lifted up my tee shirt so they could see. They both looked and told me how neat I looked. I was getting hungry and I told them I thought it was time for lunch and we should go ask for food. Holly said no. She was lifting her bum up and down and said she had to have some more BM. We just sat and waited and watched while she flexed her bowels. We couldn't see her bum this time, so we just watched her face as she pushed. After a minute, she stopped and got up and said she needed to change and take a shower and she'd meet us downstairs for lunch. I tried to see as she walked away, but her nightshirt covered her. She was kind of waddling tho, so she must have really filled her diaper.

Tom and I went back into our room. I could hear the shower in the bathroom. "Your sister must really have been messy." I said. "Yeah, she likes to crap." he replied. Then he pulled down his diaper. It was wet. I think he had gone in it a second time. He rolled it up. Then he went into the closet and pulled a box of baby-whipes out. "Here. You can clean yourself with this." He took one out and wiped himself off. Then he went into his closet and put on another diaper. I pulled off my pants and then my diaper. Then I wiped myself and pulled on a pair of underpants and put my pants back on.

"You need to wrap it up. It's not bad if you just pee, but if you make a mess, you need to keep it inside if you don't want it to smell." He showed me how to wrap it up and how to put the tapes on so it would form a small ball. "We can put these in the bathroom when my sister's out of it."

We went downstairs and asked for lunch. His mom asked if we had been having a good time playing. I think I blushed a little. She must have known what we were playing. Tom was still only wearing a diaper. Holly came down a few minutes later. She was wearing only a tee shirt and a diaper. This one was pink and had little pictures of cartoon animals on it. So I was the only one with pants on, they both just had tee shirts and diapers on. We had hot dogs for lunch. They were good and we laughed about stuff while we ate them.

"It's raining," his mom said, "so you'll have to play indoors. But it's supposed to snow tomorrow so you'll be able to go sledding if it stays on the ground. If you want I can rent you a movie." We agreed that this was a great idea.

We went upstairs. I went to the playroom, but Tom reminded me that we needed to take care of our business. I went into the bedroom and picked up the taped up diaper and brought it into the bathroom. We were supposed to put it in a diaper basket, you pushed it in through some plastic so it didn't smell too much.

I went in the playroom. Tom and Holly were there, playing with legos. The were still in diapers and tee shirts. I sat down and started to play with them, but as soon as I did Holly said "I'll get you another one so you can change." I blushed, but I just said ok. She came back a minute later and I went into the bedroom and changed into it, but I pulled on my pants over it.

When I got back, Tom said "Oh, come on Tim. You don't need to wear your jeans. It's more comfortable this way. And we can see how you look. "No. I'm still embarrassed," I said. They accepted this.

About a half an hour later, their mom came up and said she was going down the block to Blockbuster and the store. "Do you need anything?" she asked. "I need another package of diapers" Tom said. "Me too, we're wearing a lot of them this week," Holly chipped in.

"How about you?" she looked at me. I was startled. I didn't know what to say. I could feel my face getting red (again). "Do you want me to pick up a package for you too?" I looked up at her in terror. I didn't want to say it. I realized that I was wearing one now and she was seeing me even if I had my pants on over it. Finally Holly said "yes, but he's too 'barrassed to say so."

"That's ok, I'll pick up some extras just in case someone needs them. Now what movie do you want?"

We decided to get the new Star Trek movie. Tom wanted a little kid movie, but I didn't want that one and Holly sided with me. Their mom said she would be back in a half an hour and told us not to get into trouble.

When she left Tom announced he had wet his diaper. He stood up and showed us. His was one of the white ones, like the one Holly had given me, but smaller, so you could see the yellow area where there was peepee. We all laughed. A few minutes after this I had to go. But this was BM again and I didn't want to do that.

"I have to have a BM." I said. "Well, you know what I'd do," Holly said. "Go ahead." "No," I said. "I just don't wanna." "That's what you said about wearing diapers yesterday!"

I walked to the bathroom and just went in the toilet. While I was there I peed too. Then I hitched up my diaper and pants and went back into the playroom. They were both looking at me. "Did you do it?" Tom asked. "Did you poop in your pants?" Holly followed.

"No I didn't. It's dry. "

"Chicken!" Holly teased. "Timmy's a chicken. He's a afraid to go messy in his Dye-Pers. Timmy is a chicken! Timmy is a chicken! Timmy has to wear pants so nobody will see his Dye-Pers. Chicken! Chicken!"

I was real mad at this and I just sat down on the couch. I wasn't a chicken. I was already playing their game and I had a diaper on. I even peed my pants in front of them. But somehow I knew they were right. I really wanted to know what it was like to make a BM in my pants. I had never thought of this before this week, but it felt so good when I made peepee in my pants. What would a BM feel like?

When they saw I was really mad, they came over and apologized. "We're sorry. We just want you to have fun and you look so funny when we play and you turn such a funny color of red. We won't tease you anymore.

"That's ok. I guess I am kind of chicken. You did it in front of me."

Just then their mom got back. We heard her drop some things in the kitchen and then start climbing the stairs. She came in with a big bag from the grocery store. "Here you go. Holly, here's yours, I got you some more for girls. Tom, here's yours," she dropped a package of white pampers for him. "And just in case anyone else drops by here's some others," she said, putting down a package of Boy's XXLs on the couch next to me. "Oh, here's your movie. I'll bring up the VCR."

I just sat until she left the room. Then I looked at the package. These were really different. The ones Holly had been giving me were cheap ones for boys and girls. These had a waist band and were blue and the package said they had extra padding where boys needed it most.

Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Come on, let's put these away," he said. I picked up my package and followed him. He gave me a special place in his closet where I could keep my package. "These are your diapers. How does it feel to have your own diapers?"

"I dunno. Embarrassing I guess."

"Well, I'm soaked and these are better diapers, so I'm going to put one on." He started to undo his diaper and I walked back to the playroom. Holly was still in her room, I didn't know what she was doing. I felt a call on my bladder. It must have been all that juice I had with my hot dogs for lunch. I relaxed and let it come and in a moment I was wet. I sat down on the couch and felt the wet squish in my diaper.

A few minutes later Tom came in. He was wearing one of the new diapers and his tee shirt. I turned on the TV and we watched cartoons for a while. After the second one was over I asked "Where's Holly?" "I dunno. She's in her room." I kept wondering where she was. For a girl, Holly was pretty cool. I had never really had a girl for a friend before. She was really cute, especially when she was had messed herself and was showing off. I figured that Tom was pretty cool too, even if he was a little kid. And even if they were a little weird. I was a little weird now too, I thought as I shifted and felt the cooling pee against my bottom.

We ended up watching TV all afternoon. Tom got up to change his diaper. I just sat in mine. Just before dinner, I had to go again. I kind of wiggled around and I thought it would hold another wetting, if I was careful. So I just relaxed myself and let it go. It wasn't very much, but it warmed up the diaper and felt really good. My pants were pretty waterlogged tho. I wiggled a little bit more.

"Do you have to go?" Tom asked "No. I just went" I said. I don't know why, but I wasn't embarrassed nearly as much to talk about this with Tom. Maybe it's because he was so much younger. I guess he'd be wearing diapers to bed even if he wasn't playing, so somehow that made it ok. When I told him, he just smiled and nodded.

"I went before too. I've been wet all afternoon." "Really," he said brightly. "You're getting used to it?" "Yeah," I said. "It's pretty cool. It's neat when it cools and it's not warm except where it's touching you. Now it's really sopped tho." "You should change," Tom said, "or you'll get a rash."

"OK, it's almost time for dinner anyway." I got up and my pants felt funny. When I looked down at the couch there were two little oval wet spots where I had been sitting. Tom grinned, "I think you wet your pants. It's not too bad tho. Sometimes I wet so much it soaks through all the way and I'm soaked. You should tell mom tho so she can put them in a wash. 'Till then, just hang them over the chair in the bedroom."

I nodded and walked to the door. I looked out into the hallway and checked to make sure nobody was there. Then I walked quickly to the bedroom and shut the door. I tried to turn around and see my bottom, I caught a glimpse of my backside. There were just two patches at the bottom of the diaper where it leaked around my legs. I wouldn't do another double wetting anytime soon!

I hung them up where Tom said and got a pair of lt blue corduroys out of my suitcase. Then I wrapped up my diaper like I had been shown and went over to where Tom and I had stashed my diapers and took one out of the package. This one was much nicer than the others. It was thinner, and it looked more like underpants than a diaper. I held them on and pulled the tapes closed. They fit really well. I wanted to get rid of the soppy diaper quick, so I opened the door and looked out and then ran over to the bathroom and dumped the wet one into the diaper genie. When I was in there, I saw myself in the mirror. I was really surprised. I lifted up my shirt and turned around so I could see myself. It was just like a pair of underwear, except it was much thicker between the legs and in back it was baggy and had a little part that sagged down behind, I guess to provide room for whatever.

I heard some stirring in Holly's bedroom, so I raced out and back into the bedroom before I got caught out without pants on. Inside I put my pants on and went back to watch TV. Tom was still there lounging in his diapers. "You need to tell my mom. Now. Or she'll be mad."

I gulped, but then I went downstairs. I went into the kitchen and Fran was forming hamburger patties for dinner. "Ah, Mrs. Fitch. I... Tom said I should tell you, I kind of had... Well, my pants have these little wet marks."

"Oh, thanks for telling me. If you'll bring them down, I'll make sure they get washed out."

I went and got them. She had finished and put the hamburgers on the stove. She took the pants. "Oh this isn't bad at all. Sometimes my daughter gets them all messy as well as wet." I just stood there. "Sit down, we can talk." I sat and wiggled a little uncomfortably. "Do the diapers I got fit you."

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Oh, it's really ok. Really it is. I don't know why but both my kids love them. If you do or if you just want to play at it, that's ok. Did my kids let you know the other rules?"

"Yes. Change myself. Don't get on the good furniture down here."

"And put the used ones in the diaper genie, but I know from emptying it that you've figured that out. Holly can't use that many, so they must be yours. Would you like something to drink before dinner?"

I said yes and then the conversation was completely normal. I sat with her while she finished cooking and had a glass of soda. She called up for the other kids to clean up and come down and made me wash my hands. Then Tom and Holly were down (I could tell they were wearing diapers, but they both had pants on over them) and we all ate dinner together.

Almost right away after dinner I had to peepee again. We were playing superheroes and chasing each other around the upstairs. I was in back and Tom and I were chasing Holly. I couldn't go pee while running, so I stopped and let them go and wet. I was still going when Tom chased her back out into the hall. They both stopped short, because they realized that I was wetting my diaper. I was embarrassed and couldn't finish, but I smiled and started to chase both of them. Later we had tired ourselves out and were sitting on the couch watching our movie. As soon as we turned out the lights to watch the movie, I was able to go again and finish up. It took a few false starts, but nobody knew and I sat and watched the movie enjoying my warm and wet diaper.

After we watched the tape, we decided to stay up late and watch the late movies. My mom and dad made me go to bed early, but their mom didn't care if they stayed up late as long as it wasn't a school night and we behaved. Tom and I put on our pajamas, with our diapers on underneath them of course. This felt really weird. I had a wet diaper on and I was changing my clothes and leaving on the wet didee. It took Holly a little longer. She had changed into another nightshirt. I suppose it was supposed to have pants, but she was just wearing her diaper under it.

After about an hour, I had to go potty and I had to pee again, so I got up and went to the bathroom. I guess they were happy with my progress because Holly didn't bug me this time. I pulled off my diaper and put it in the thing, then I sat on the pot. As I was sitting and feeling my bowels move, I thought about the last day. I couldn't have imagined I would just sit on the couch with my friends and go to the toilet in my pants or in my diaper. Or even wear a diaper. As I made my BM I thought about doing that. If wetting my pants was so nice, why wouldn't going BM be just as nice? Finally I let go my last plop. While I was sitting there I went pee as well. I couldn't really go poop without going pee. I was about to pull my pants on, when I realized I had wiped from my BM, but not from my diapers. The wipes were in the bedroom, so I used a facecloth to wipe off my diaper area. I could feel that the skin was getting a little more tender and resolved not to sit in wet diapers for quite so long.

Finally, I was done and pulled my pants up and flushed the toilet and went into the bedroom put on another diaper. Then I went back in and watched more movies until we all fell asleep. Sometime during the night, their mom came in and got us all into our beds.