I woke up the following morning. It was still really early, before 6:00 o'clock and I couldn't hear anyone else awake in the house. Tom had wet himself during the night. I could smell the pee even with his diaper on. He was still asleep, so I turned over and waited for him to wake up. When I got bored from waiting, I tossed around a little hoping he'd wake up. He did.

"Morning Tom." I whispered. He turned over and rubbed his eyes waking up.

"Morning. It's early."

"Yeah. I wanted to talk." "What about." "I wanna know what it feels like to BM." "You mean in your pants?" "Yeah." "Why don't you just go and find out." "I'm afraid to. I'm afraid it will be gross." "It is kinda. I don't do it much. My sister's the one who really likes to mess herself." "So I shouldn't do it." "I didn't say that. It's just hard to clean up."

I knew what I wanted, but I was afraid to ask him. He kept looking at me. I guess he knew I wanted to ask somethin. Finally I got my courage up. "Would you do a BM so I can see what it's like?"

"I don't get it," he said. "You've seen Holly. She's got a brown bum all day long."

"But she's a girl. I dunno. It just seems different."

"Well. OK. I think I have to go anyway. I'll do it now."

Before I could even think about it he got out of bed, pulled down his PJ bottoms, and squatted with his legs spread apart. He strained for a minute and then relaxed and said "Sorry. It's hard to go. Maybe I don't have to go now."

"No. Keep trying."

"OK," he said and closed his eyes again. This time he made a long try, but nothing happened. "I'm sorry. I don't have to go right now. I'll try later and let you know."

I was really disappointed, but if he didn't have to go, he didn't have to go. He got back into bed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I feel like I have to go, but I guess I don't. You know how it is."

"That's ok," I said, "I gotta pee though. Do you mind if I go now."

"No. I woke up in the middle of the night and went."

"Yeah. I can smell it. Even with the diaper on. Hold on." I spread my legs a bit and started to relax my bladder. At first, I tightened up, but then I relaxed all the way and the pee started to flow. Doing it in bed was very different from doing in in your pants while you stand up. I could feel it flow over my crotch and into the seat of my pants. It pooled around my bum and felt really nice and warm. When I finished I snuggled a bit in the diaper to get the feeling of it all over.

"Feel good?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I'm beginning to like this. "You don't have to get up. You can just stay in your warm bed."

We talked and talked about everything. He was pretty cool for a little kid. It was probably a little after seven when he said "I think you're going to get what you want."

He was on his side facing me when he said this. He didn't get up or even pull the covers off of him. He just turned over onto his stomach, stuck his bum up a bit, and spread his legs a bit. He didn't even look like he was straining or anything. He was very still and I couldn't tell what was happening. Then he just said "done."

I pulled the covers over my head and looked in. There was a noticeable bulge in his diaper. More important. I could smell that he had done it. He pulled his head under the covers. "Ooh. Under here, even I can smell myself." He turned over onto his side and the smell became even more strong as he moved.

"What's it like?" I asked.

"My poo? It's a good one. It's nice and solid. I don't like it as much when it's squishy and slippery. I don't know how I can describe it. You're just going to have to find out for yourself."

He held the covers up, and turned over on the his back. He squished it by rubbing his bum back and forth. "Ah. It's been a long time since I made a BM in my pants. It feels better than I remember."

"You don't go much?"

"No, I usually just pee. It's too much trouble to clean up. Do you think you're going to try it?"

I flushed again and I lied "I don't know. Maybe." In my heart, I really wanted to go. I thought about how nice my diaper felt and how protected I felt when I put one on and even more when I went in it.

We talked more under the covers for about an hour then we decided to get up and watch cartoons. I decided I wasn't all that wet and I just went into the playroom with him. My diaper was getting really doughy from the pee soaking into it and it was a little loose from me sleeping in it all night. When I walked it hung down between my legs. Before he sat down, I caught a glimpse of Tom's bum. I could see a bulge in the diaper where his mess was hanging in his pants, but there wasn't the same kind of stain Holly had on her bum.

I sat on the couch and Tom turned on the television and then he plopped into the couch next to me. When he did, there was a strong wiff of what was in his pants. It smelled bad, but I was getting used to it and it was starting to smell better to me. We watched television until his mom called us all to breakfast.

Tom and I got down there first. Tom's mom sat down. She sniffed a little, but didn't say anything else. Holly came down a few minutes later. She was wearing blue pajamas that looked like a genie costume. I could see her diaper underneath the bottoms. As we were finishing up, their mom told us she wanted us to take showers. "Holly's taken a lot of showers, but Tim, you haven't had one since you got here. And Tom needs to clean himself off. I want you two up in the shower"

We went upstairs and he asked if I wanted to watch him change his loaded diaper. I said yeah and he said he thought I wanted to. We went into the bathroom.

He started to undo his diaper. First he shook his bum and I could see the load fall into the seat. He undid the tapes "This is going to smell really bad." After undoing the tapes on both sides, he put his hand under his bottom and lifted it off.

The center of the diaper had a dark sticky mass on it. It didn't look like a BM you have in the toilet. It was just a mush. It smelled a lot. He held it over the toilet upside down. The poo hung there and then dropped off into the bowl. He flushed it and wrapped up the diaper and put it in the diaper genie. "I like baths," he said, "but its gross to get in so I use the shower when I've gone."

He turned his back to me to turn on the shower and I saw the big brown stain on his bum. He stepped in and I could see beneath the shower curtain brown water swirling around.

I went back into the bedroom and sat down. My diaper was getting cold and clammy, especially since I had been standing up. I changed out of it, and sat on my towel thinking about things and waiting for Tom to finish in the shower. I guessed it didn't look that bad to change as long as you had a shower to wash it off. And I wanted to do it, but I was still afraid.

Tom came in and I took my shower. I hadn't gone since before breakfast and I peed in the shower. After I washed up I felt a lot cleaner. I must really have smelled before that!

Tom was in the bedroom wearing nothing but a diaper. "What do you want to do today?" he asked. "I dunno I said. Let me get dressed first." I didn't even think for a second before pulling another blue diaper out of the package. I was getting pretty good at putting them on and it was secure in no time. I grinned at Tom and he grinned back. I decided to not put anything else on and we just stood there in nothing but our diapers. He giggled. I started giggling too. Before long we were laughing hysterically on the floor.

Holly came in to find out what was so funny. She was still wearing her genie pajamas, with a diaper underneath. She started to giggle too, "you two look so cute."

After we got done laughing, we decided to go out and play in the snow. It already seemed natural and I just left my diapers on and put on clothes and my snowsuit over them. We were out all morning. After an hour or so I caught site of Holly standing with her legs spread. An hour after that I was sledding down the hill and felt an arge to go. When the sled came to a stop, I sat and let myself go. During lunch, their mom put our suits in the dryer and we changed (our diapers and our clothes) and by the time lunch was done our snowsuits were dry again and we played all afternoon outside.

After we were finished playing, our clothes were soaked, so we changed out of them. I had wet my pants again during the afternoon. I was getting pretty used to this and it was really nice to not have to take off your snowsuit. I just felt the need when I was at the top of the hill and I just spread my legs and went. I suppose we got so wet that I could have peed in my snowsuit without a diaper on and it wouldn't have made a difference. Their mom told us to change before we got a diaper rash, so we did and hung out in our diapers and tee-shirts.

We ate dinner in our diapers. Tom went pee in his pants during dinner, but nobody noticed until he got up. We went up to watch TV and he changed.

We played for a while and then sat down to watch TV. In the middle of the show, I began to feel a tickling. I still had some trouble wetting while I was sitting down, so I stood up and spread my legs a little and went. When I sat back down, Tom and Holly put their arms around my shoulders. I probably should have changed, but I just sat in it. By the end of the evening, Tom and Holly had wet their diapers too. Holly started to squirm again, but she said she was going to make her BM in the toilet so she wouldn't have to take a shower.

When she came back, it seemed a good time to bring it up. "I want to go BM in my diaper," I said. "I'm going to do it tomorrow."

"That's great!" Holly said! Tom was enthusiastic too. We decided to go to bed so the morning would come that much sooner. By this time, my diaper was cold and soggy, and Tom and I changed before we got into bed.