Tom woke up before me and him getting out of bed woke me up. I decided to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't have any brothers or sisters and it was fun to have kids around, but I got tired of it after a while. I liked Tom, but he was a little kid and he ran around a lot more than I did and Holly was a girl.

I had to go, but I was worried about getting a rash, so I decided to hold it. I guess I layed in bed for about a half an hour. I could hear the TV going in the other room. Eventually I decided I had to either go in my diaper or get up, so I got up and went to the bathroom. When I got in there, I thought that this was the first time I had peed in the toilet since I first put a diaper on.

I decided it was enough for now and when I went back into the bedroom, I changed out of the diaper and put on a pair of underpants. It felt funny not to be wearing a diaper. The underpants were so thin and it felt sort of cold to be wearing them. I put on my pajama pants over the underwear and went to the playroom.

"Hi Tim. You're up!" Holly said. "Hi," Tom said. Holly looked at me funny, "You're not wearing your peepee-pants!" "No," I said, "I'm not. I think I'm getting a rash. Anyway, it was fun, but I'm too old to be doing that all the time." "OK, but don't worry if you want to again. Maybe we should wear normal clothes too." She went out to her room and came back. She was still in the nightshirt, but she had a pair of bottoms for it on. Tom said "I'm wet, I'll change after breakfast."

After breakfast he changed into regular pants. Like their mom said, it had gotten colder and snowed during the night, so we went out and played. After about an hour, I had to come inside because I had to go pee. When I got back outside Holly teased me about it, telling me I should have kept playing diapers and I could have kept playing in the snow.

We played until lunchtime. Fran called us in and we got out of our snow suits and sipped hot chocolate. She told us to change into dry clothes for lunch. When I was changing, I checked my rash. It felt a lot better. I decided to stay in regular underwear though.

In the afternoon Tom had his swimming lesson, so he and his mom were going to be gone until dinner. Before they left, Fran showed us where the phone number was to call a neigbor if we had any problems and asked us to be good. We told her we would be.

We went upstairs to play. Holly had decided to change into diapers, but she wore them under a pair of pants. We played with legos for a while and then she got bored. "Tim. Let's play dolls for a while. You can play with Ken and I'll play with Barbie." I told her I didn't want to play with dolls, but she finally talked me into it. It wasn't too bad. I guess if I could get myself talked into wearing diapers, I could play with a few dolls. She showed me how to dress them. After a while playing she told me to wait and she left the room and came back with a handful of toilet paper and a white kitchen garbage bag. She got out a pair of scissors and started to cut and then undressed Barbie and taped the bag around her like a diaper, then stuffed some toilet paper in it. "See, now Barbie's got diapers on too!" I laughed and she showed me how to make one for Ken. "Now you're the only one who doesn't have diapers on!" We both laughed. Then I said "hold on."

I was really having a good time. I ran into the bedroom and skinned off my pants and underpants and put on one of my diapers. I thought about it, but I still didn't feel comfortable without them, and I pulled my pants back on over them. I ran back and said "ta da!" She applauded. We went back to playing and pretended that Ken and Barbie were having accidents in their pants.

We finished up our game and Holly got up. "These pants are really tight and uncomfortable, do you mind if i just wear a diaper?" "No, that's ok," I said, "These diapers are thin, but they are kind of tight too with pants on." "You could just wear a diaper," she said and unbottoned her pants and pulled them down. "Oohh. that's better."

She stood up, spread her legs, squatted a little, and put her hands on her hips. She got a funny look on her face and was obviously pushing. I was pretty sure that she was filling her pants with a mess and I just watched her. A minute later she was finished and the smell confirmed what she had just done.

"Did you just potty?" I asked. "Yeah, I had to go." "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure" "What's it feel like?" "Well, it's warm, just like wetting your diaper. But it's a lot harder to do. You have to squat so you can get it out. Sometimes I can go without squatting, but usually I have to squat and hold my legs apart."

"Isn't it stinky?" I asked, knowing that it was because I could smell it.

"Not really for me. I can't smell it if I go in my pants until I'm changing myself. I guess you can smell it. Pretty strong huh?"

"Yeah," I answered. "It's pretty bad. But that's ok."

"It feels best when you go, but it's pretty good to wear around too. When you walk you can feel it in your pants. And when you sit down it feels good when you squish. Sometimes I walk around with it for a while before I squish to save it up."

"I have 'nother question." "Sure." "How did you start wearing diapers?"

"Oh, that's easy. I started to wear diapers again two years ago. Tom was four and I was seven. You know that Tom wets the bed?"

"Yeah. He told me because I got mad when I had to get in bed with him in diapers."

"Well. He really does more than wet the bed. He's getting better, but he was always wetting his pants. I guess I was a little jealous because he got a lot of attention because mom was trying to make him stop. I wanted to know what it felt like, so I asked my mom if I could try one of the diapers. She said ok and helped me get into one of Tom's. I wore it around the whole afternoon and then I told my mom I needed to go to the bathroom and asked if I could use it. She said ok, and I went in it. I couldn't even remember what it was like when I first went, but I really liked it. My mom said I had to change. But I begged her to let me wear it, so she let me wear it for a half an hour or so, then she made me change."

"She doesn't seem to mind you wearing them now."

"Well, like I said, I really liked it. I kept asking and she wouldn't let me wear any, so finally I just stole one and wore it in my bedroom and wet in it. I stole a whole bunch, but I got caught 'cause I got a rash. She said I couldn't have anymore and locked up Tom's diapers so I couldn't get any.

"The next time mom took us to Toys R Us and said we could each pick out a toy, I told her I wanted diapers instead of a toy. She didn't like that. I begged her all through the store. Finally she gave in and tossed in a package and we left. That night she had a long talk with me and talked about why I wanted to wear them and all that stuff. She thought I was having a phase and told me I would get tired of it and not even finish the package, but I did. I guess she just gave in because she just kept buying them for me. They're 'spensive tho, so I don't get as many toys. I don't think it bothers her anymore. I just wear them if I want to and not if I don't want to and if I want to go around wet or messy, I can just do it.

"Tom had a harder time because he was still going in his pants. He wears diapers almost all the time. He can keep dry, but only if he pays attention all the time. He's had a few accidents at school. I was sure he was going to wet his snow suit this morning. For all I know, he did."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Some of Tom's friends know, but he doesn't have too many friends because he's always wearing diapers. I play with other kids, but I don't wear diapers with them. You're our only diaper friend and that's only because you caught me."

"I'm glad I did. I really like it. I really liked watching you poop in your pants. It's so weird, and I'm sort of ashamed, but I like wearing them too."

"That's how I feel. I was so ashamed when Tom told you I had gone in my pants. But I'm so glad you don't hate me for it. You're even talking with me while I have a load in my pants."

All this time Holly was standing up. She was shifting from one leg to another, and bouncing around, but she hadn't sat down and hadn't smushed her mess.

"I have a confession." "What?" "I have to go pee." "Cool. You gonna go in your pants? Is Timmy going to go in his pants?" "Yes, I'm going to wet in my pants." I sat still and let myself relax. This time it was no trouble at all. I was really relaxed talking to Holly and the warm pee just flowed out of me into my diaper. I didn't even have to stand up. It just pooled around my bum and that was that. I didn't have to squish out any extra drops. I just finished right up.

"Done," I said. "I'm wet."

"Cool," she said. "I want to run around. My boom-boom is getting cold and I want to enjoy it. You're it" she said and touched me on the shoulder and ran away."

I jumped up. My diaper was warm around my crotch. When I tried to run it felt funny with the diaper between my legs. I waddle-ran so it wouldn't chafe me, but this wasn't very efficient and I couldn't catch her. While she was running in front of me, I could see her diaper-butt. She hadn't sat in it yet, so there wasn't a brown stain on her bum, but I thought I could see a bulge where a mess was sitting in the seat of her pants.

I chased her all around the upstairs, into the playroom, then into her bedroom, down the stairs around the living room, then up the stairs and back into the playroom. Finally she was getting tired and I cornered her behind the sofa. I dodged to the right and she dodged to the left and we did this a few times.

"You can't catch me because you're not fast enough because you're wearing pants."

"Oh yeah." I said and tried to run around the couch. But she was right. I couldn't run fast enough. The pants were too tight with the diapers and it was hard to run in them. Plus, I had already soaked through the diaper and wet my pants once, and I was afraid to run too fast or to do anything that would make it happen again. I stopped and made a quick decision. I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. Now I was wearing only a diaper and a tee shirt. I ran after Holly and tossed my pants into the bedroom as I ran by.

When I ran into the playroom. She wasn't in there. I was confused and I ran back out into the hall and called her name, but she had disappeared. I had a guess tho and walked back to the playroom and threw open the door to the closet.

"BOO!" I screamed. She was standing inside and she shrieked, first in surprise then in delight.

"You took your pants off! You look so cute in just your diaper."

"Thanks. I'm glad I did. I feel kind of funny like I'm naked, but I guess it's ok."

"It covers as much as a swimming suit," she said. "More since you have your shirt on. Now, let me see your baggy-butt."

I turned around and showed myself off. I bent down a little and wagged my bum at her. I thought the bum on a diaper was the neatest part (except for wearing them yourself). There was a big fold of material. When you sat down, it was right under your butt. When you walked, it kind of swayed from side to side. I had never noticed it before when I had seen babies, but now that I was wearing them, it was all I could look at when I looked at Tom or Holly. Especially when she had a load in her diaper.

"Neat!" Holly said. "You look so cute with your little plastic diaper over your bum-bum."

"You're cute too," I said. "Turn around and let me see your bum-bum."

She turned and I got a good chance to look at her bum. The poop had settled into the bottom of her diaper. The diaper was visibly drooping between her legs. I poked at it, "is that your load?" She jumped, but I could tell it was her dump. "Sorry, I won't touch it again."

"I hafta go a little bit more. Want to watch?"

"Sure," I said.

She spread her legs again, but this time pointed her bum right at me. I couldn't see much, but there was a little jerk in her pants when the poo broke off and dropped to the bottom of the diaper. I think she wet a little more too.

She turned around and smiled at me. "I'm going to mush it." She knelt down and then as slow as she could she sat down in it. "Mmmm," she said and wiggled her butt a little. Then she got up. Her diaper was clinging to her bum, then the load in her pants stopped clinging to her and plopped into the bottom of her diaper. She sat down again.

"You should try messing your pants. It's really fun. Plus, if you go mess and pee, then you don't have to use the bathroom at all."

"Well, I don't mind going to the bathroom. I think I should go now."

"No. Don't go. I want to see you go in your pants."

"I'm sorry. I'm too embarrassed to BM. I can't."

"Please. For me?" I wanted to, but I was shaking I was so afraid. I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I really had to go. I had had to go when I wet and that was a while ago and my wet diaper was reminding me of my need to poo. I was so nervous. I didn't know what to do. One side of me wanted to poo, but years of toilet training didn't go away overnight even if I was running around in a wet soggy diaper. Pee was one thing, pooping was another.

Finally I gave up. I figured I was chicken and that was it. I pulled the diaper down and sat on the toilet. I went poop quickly. Then I pulled up my diaper. It had cooled a little and it felt funny-more wet and sticky than it did when you just wore it. I hadn't finished peeing, so I finished in my pants. Then I flushed, unlocked the door, and went back to the playroom.

"I'm sorry I tried to make you go in your pants. You can do what you want. I just really want to be your friend and have you have fun. Are we still friends?"

"Yeah, we're still friends," I said, "I'm just nervous. I've had such a great time, but sometimes I just feel so ashamed of myself for walking around peeing in my pants and wearing a diaper like a baby."

There was a moment of silence, then I said "I did go my weewee in my pants."

She giggled and it was ok again. It wasn't very long until her mother got home with Tom, but we had a good time.

We heard the front door being unlocked and as Tom and his mom were walking in, I realized I still wasn't wearing pants, just a wet diaper. "Well, I didn't go BM, but I'm not going to put my pants on."

"Good," she said and then got up and ran downstairs to greet her mom. I followed her and while we were walking down, I noticed that the BM had started to sop through her diaper and there was a large brown stain on her bum. It was funny, tho, I couldn't smell it at all, but I knew it must be really smelly because it was really smushed.

"Hi mom!" she said. I was just quiet and tried to be hard to see. I was probably beet red. I couldn't believe what coming here for the week had done. Three days ago I was a normal kid, now I was standing in front of their mother with nothing but a diaper on and the diaper was sagging so it was obvious I was wet.

"No problems while we were gone?... Good. I see you're both getting along well. I'll get supper. Go on up and play." She turned towards Holly, "and you stinky butt, change those pants before we eat." She and Tom toddled off. "And you Tim, how are you doing?"

"Fine," I said, trying to sound dignified in my diaper. "We had a good time."

"I'm glad. Looks like it was a good idea for me to pick those up," she said, looking at my diaper, "someone needed them."

I blushed like crazy.

"But that's ok, you look cute in it. And I won't tell any of your friends. Go on upstairs." She patted me on my diaper butt and I scampered up the stairs. When I got upstairs, the playroom was empty. I heard the shower. Holly must be washing the poopoo off her. I went into the bedroom. Tom was there sitting on the bed.

I made some small talk about swimming. He said he had a good time. I figured it was time to change, so I undid my diaper and pulled it down. The inside had swollen up and was yellow. I wrapped up the diaper while I stood naked. Then I took out a wipe and cleaned myself off, and then put on another diaper. Tom was watching me, and I was nervous, but I tried to act like it was normal.

"I feel funny. Does your mom mind us not wearing pants. It's like coming down in nothing but your underpants."

"You can do that too if you want, mom doesn't mind."

"No thanks. I think this is bad enough."

Dinner that night was a casserole. Tom and I wore pants over our diapers and Holly wore a skirt over hers. The food was ok. I wet my diaper while we were eating, but I didn't tell anyone and didn't change out of it until before bed.