Karl took to diapers as eagerly as his uncle had all those years before. He reveled in all aspects of diaper wearing. He loved the feel of the bulky material between his legs, the new roundness of his profile, the crinkling of the plastic pants, the freedom to wet at will, and, most of all, the notice he received from his dad and mom. That first night, he had been nervous about showing his excitement during his first diaper change. His dad, though, was very understanding and told him that he should not worry about it.

There were a couple of matters, however, that had to be dealt with: Karl’s invasion of his parents’ privacy and Peter’s attempt to lie to his parents about how Karl had come to know of the family’s diaper history. Their parents acted immediately the morning after Karl’s first night in diapers.

“Was it hard to sleep in your diapers?” his dad asked as he unpinned him.

“A little,” Karl said.

In fact, the diapers themselves weren’t the problem—it was the excitement that Karl felt at the mere thought of being in diapers that kept him awake most of the night.

“”You’ll get used to them—it you want to, that is,” his dad said encouragingly.

“I do!” Karl said quickly.

“I see,” his dad said smiling. “Well, you certainly didn’t waste any time wetting them, did you?”

Karl blushed deeply.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” his dad chuckled. “That’s what they’re for, isn’t it?”

Karl relaxed and let his father remove his soaking diaper.

“Hurry up and take your shower.”

Karl felt a little sad putting on his regular underwear and pants. He wished he could go to school in diapers like his dad and uncle had done.

“You’re to go home with Peter after school today,” his mom said to him at breakfast. “Dad and I will join you there and let you know what we’ve decided about your punishment for going into our closet without permission. I image that Peter will also find how he is going to be punished for lying to Uncle Steve and Aunt Helen.”

“Can’t you just tell me now?” Karl asked.

“No, it will have to wait. Now, hurry and get your books or you’ll miss the bus.”

Peter and Karl went directly to Peter’s house after school.

“Do you think that it’ll be OK if I wear another one of your diapers?” Karl asked.

“Sure. Why not? You wore one of mine last night, didn’t you?”

“Naturally,” Karl answered with a smile. “I’m just wondering if my parents are going to punish me by saying that I’m not allowed to wear diapers for a while.”

“I hope not,” Peter answered sincerely. “Ever since last night I’ve been wondering if we could maybe spend more time together.”

Karl understood what he really meant: spend more time together in diapers.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing.”

“Awesome!” Peter exclaimed. “Let’s get our diapers on right now!”

The boys ran up to Peter’s room and were pleased to see that Peter’s mom had left two diapers and matching plastic pants on the bed.

“Maybe this means that your mom and dad aren’t going to punish you by taking away diapers,” Peter observed.

“I hope you’re right,” Karl agreed.

The boys excitedly diapered each other.

“You really like this, don’t you?” Peter asked as they sat on the floor of his room.

Karl could hardly contain his excitement; his words tumbled out so fast that Peter had trouble following his line of thought. One thing was for sure: they had almost identical feelings about diaper wearing. They talked themselves out in about forty-five minutes. Since neither of them had had much sleep the previous night, they began yawning and having trouble keeping their eyes open.

“Mind if I take a nap?” Karl asked.

“No, go ahead. I’m kind of sleepy, too. You can have the bed; just let me have the pillow.”

And this is how their mothers found them an hour later—Karl stretched out on the bed and Peter curled up on the floor with his pillow. They were so sound asleep that not even the bright flash from the camera woke them.

“Aren’t they just adorable in their matching Bugs Bunny plastic pants?” Karl’s mom asked.

“A half-size version of their dads,” Peter’s mom chuckled. “Should we wake them?”

“I don’t know about Peter but Karl didn’t get much sleep last night. I heard him tossing and turning until the early hours.”

“It sounds like his mother didn’t sleep much, either,” Helen observed, arching an eyebrow. “I guess they can sleep for another half-hour, until Steve and Henry arrive.”

The family meeting that followed their fathers’ arrival didn’t go as badly as they had feared: grounded for two weeks (not unexpected); no internet access except supervised access for school assignments for two weeks (not unexpected, either); and, only diapers outside of school. The last condition needed explaining.

“This means that after school you will either come here like you did today or go to Karl’s house,” Peter’s mom explained. “Aunt Madge or I will come home early to change you and supervise you. You will only wear diapers after school and on non-school days. Do you understand?”

This hardly seemed like a punishment but the boys kept their mouths shut. (Their parents knew this also. The point of this last condition was to give the boys a safe ‘out’ if anyone should discover them in their diapers.)

“I guess so,” Peter answered and Karl agreed.

“Good. It also means that we, not you, will pick out your clothes when you’re diapered.”

The boys agreed again; their parents were pleased… very pleased.

*****

The boys impatiently awaited Friday afternoon. They ran the entire mile from the bus stop to Karl’s house, arriving out of breath and sweaty. They had calculated that during the weekend they would be in their diapers for over sixty hours straight.

“There are our babies!” Karl’s mom exclaimed. “Put your stuff upstairs and get undressed. I’ll be right there.”

The boys fought each other to get up the stairs first.

“And try not to bring the house down!”

The boys threw their backpacks into the corner and hurriedly took of their shoes, pants, shirts and underwear. In the last few days of being diapered, Karl had lost all his inhibitions about being naked in front of his parents or his aunt and uncle. Peter was already used to it, so he didn’t think about it at all.

“OK, off with the socks, too,” Karl’s mom said as she entered the room. “You both need a good bath.”

“A bath!” Peter and Karl objected. And then, continuing alone, Karl added, “Are you sending us to bed early?”

“No, of course not,” she laughed. “I just want my babies nice and clean. Now, hurry up.”

“And, while we’re on the subject, Karl you will call me ‘Mommy’ when we’re playing baby games and, you, Peter, will call me ‘Auntie Madge’. Got it?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Yes, Auntie Madge.”

They smiled as she poured childish bubble bath into the water. She gave each of them a play tugboat and helped them get in. Starting with Peter, she thoroughly washed each of them head to toe.

“You can have five minutes to play before I come back and rinse you off,” she advised them.

The boys had already started playing with their boats and by the time she returned they had created big waves (a hurricane at sea) and had nearly caused the water to overflow onto the floor.

“I think that’s enough of that!” she chided.

She pulled the plug and finished their bath with a good rinsing. After drying them she led them back to Karl’s bedroom. Two very thick baby-print diapers awaited them.

“OK, hop on.”

In a matter of minutes, the boys stood in front of the mirror, smiling approvingly—they looked like their fathers in the diaper album. Their outfits had been selected with care: they wore Sesame Street print t-shirts and diapers (Elmo for Peter and Big Bird for Karl). By way of contrast, Peter wore yellow corduroy overalls while Karl’s were red. They turned from side to side admiring their large diaper bulges.

“OK, boys. Why don’t you go downstairs and watch TV… and try to stay clean. We’re going to grandma and grandpa’s for dinner.”

“Cool!” the boys exclaimed in unison.

They went downstairs but were too preoccupied with going to their grandparents’ house dressed as toddlers to pay much attention to the television.

“Does your mom dress you in stuff like this often?” Karl asked his more experienced cousin.

“No, never,” he answered. “And I’ve never had such thick diapers, either!”

“Have you ever gone to grandpa and grandma’s dressed in your diapers?” Karl wondered.

“Yeah,” Peter answered smiling broadly, “all the time. And, my dad wears his, too…, but under our regular clothes.”

“He does?” Karl asked in amazement.

“Yeah, and he wear diapers almost all the time at home… just like me.”

“Gee,” Karl responded dreamily, “I wish my dad would…”

Karl’s mother’s was standing just outside the den and overheard the conversation. She walked away smiling to herself.

*****

“Hi, boys,” Karl’s father greeted them. “All ready to go to grandma and grandpa’s?”

“Which is more than we can say about you,” Karl’s mom said, greeting her husband with a kiss.

“OK. OK.” he answered with mock resignation. “I’ll shower and change right away.”

“Good,” she said smiling. Then, turning to the boys, she added, “We’ll be ready to leave in thirty minutes. Peter, your mom and dad are going to be meet us here and we’ll all go together in your car.”

(This made sense since Peter’s family owned a spacious eight passenger SUV.)

The doorbell rang about twenty minutes later and Karl’s mom called from upstairs for him to answer it. He walked to the door a little apprehensively, hoping that it was his uncle and aunt and not one of his friends. He was very relieved when he saw his Auntie Madge standing on the doorstep. She and his Uncle Steve walked into the house. He was momentarily distracted as she kissed him and made a fuss over his outfit. He then turned to greet his Uncle Steve.

“Uncle Steve?” he half-exclaimed, half-questioned.

Then he began laughing and giggling uncontrollably. This drew Peter’s attention, who came out to investigate.

“Daddy!” Peter exclaimed as he, too, began laughing and giggling.

Steve had obviously joined into the spirit of the evening. He was wearing exactly the same outfit as Peter, with the exception that he wore very short shortalls instead of overalls. Other than that, though, he and Peter matched exactly—his extremely thick diapers bulged out on all sides, his shirt bore the same Elmo pattern, and his shortalls were the same vivid yellow as Peter’s overalls. Karl suddenly felt a pang of envy intrude on his good mood. He tried very hard not to show his disappointment but he was sure that his dad would never join in on this. He wished that his father wasn’t so uptight and conservative. He was feeling pretty sorry for himself and resentful of his dad by the time his mom joined them.

“Stevie,” she said in greeting, “you’re such a cute little boy! Come give auntie a kiss.”

Steve played along by burying his head in his wife’s shoulder like a shy little boy. They all laughed for several seconds.

“Where’s Henry?” Madge asked.

“Oh, you know him,” Helen laughed. “He never leaves until he thinks his clothes are perfect!”

Everyone except Karl laughed at this. He was beginning to build up a big resentment against his father.

“And what’s wrong with that?” Henry objected as he walked down the stairs.

As soon as he entered the living room, Karl’s jaw dropped.

“Daddy!” he shouted, jumping into his father’s arms.

“Whoa, there, big guy,” his father said trying to regain his balance.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Karl exclaimed while hugging his dad tightly around the neck.

His father had dressed up, too! His outfit exactly matched Karl’s with the exception that he, like Steve, wore very short shortalls instead of overalls.

“Well, I’m glad you like it,” his father said. “But, you know, grandma made the rules for tonight. Uncle Steve and I had to wear what she chose.”

“You did?” Karl asked in surprise.

“Of, course,” Karl’s dad answered, “you know the rules: mommies make all the decisions when you’re wearing diapers.”

“You’ve got that right,” Madge and Helen agreed. “Now, let’s get going or someone is going to get spanked for making us late!”

The ‘boys’ ran to the car as fast as they could. None of them noticed the four large diaper bags that got loaded into the back of the SUV.